Lokkin said:
I'm glad to hear that! I will have more very soon, work is very busy for the next couple of days, but I will try and write a bit of the next chapter when I have some spair time. Expect another long chapter!
I'm glad to hear that! I will have more very soon, work is very busy for the next couple of days, but I will try and write a bit of the next chapter when I have some spair time. Expect another long chapter!
Here ya go, chapter 6. Very long, but pretty good I think. On a side note, didnt really notice before, but this is almost 20 pages long in MS word already 
, and this chapter was 5 pages by itself. Enjoy!
Edit: Re-read it, noticed a few grammatical mistakes, and run ons. Fixed most of it.
Chapter 6
The rain was falling very hard now, making hard splashes as the drops struck the damp jungle foliage. Namir was doing as best as he could to keep up with Miyana, but she seemed to have forgotten that she was a ninja, where Namir was not. She leapt easily and skillfully down a rocky slope, towards the base of the distant waterfall, and although Namir was adept on his feet, he was no where near as skilled as her at transcending through rocky cliffs. He saw her clear the last of the rocks, landing squarely on her feet, unflinching. She was hard to view from Namir’s position, from the lack of light and her black apparel.
He made his way down, making slow, precise jumps, trying not to fall, knowing she would laugh at him, if only jokingly. As he made his last, slippery jump, his left foot gave way, slipping on the slick surface below him, and he fell hard. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact as he fell back first towards the ground, and to his surprise, his impact never came. He opened one eye, and turned his head, raising one hand to shield his face from the rain. His fall had been broken by Miyana, who had caught him gear and all, squarely in her outstretched arms. To his chagrin she had a huge grin on her face, and he could tell she was stifling a laugh.
“Damn, I must look like a bumbling fool right now. Silent Stalker… bah!” he thought. She looked down at him a moment, and he at her. The rainwater dripped from her face down onto his, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, even through the cloth covering the majority of her face. It was her fierce blue eyes he realized, that drew him to her in such a crazy way. He hesitated a moment, saying nothing, casting aside his embarrassment. She continued looking at him, holding him in her arms as if he weighed nothing at all. She slowly brought her face closer to his, and he copied the same motion, slowly arching his neck up to meet her intent gaze. His heart pounded, rhythmic to the sound of the rain beating down on them. He closed his eyes, and in a quick motion, brought his lips up to meet hers. They never made it. She dropped him on his back, flat in the rain, and laughed playfully, and ran off briefly into the night. She stopped just within view, and motioned for him to get up. He slowly came to his feet, feeling foolish, and jogged over to her. As he reached her, she brought herself close to him, and pressed her lips close to his ear.
“I told you Misterrr Rrranger, I like surrrprises, and I thought you might like one too” she whispered saucily, and seemed to grin with her eyes. She brought the cloth surrounding her face up and over her lips and nose, exposing only her fierce blue eyes. A small bulge on either side of the top of her head emerged from where her ears were.
“This way Namirrr, not much farrrther now,” she said, and started forward. He stood there a moment, trying to suppress his attraction to her for the time being.
“You have to get some answers,” he thought, “Now is not the time for flattery.”
They continued on, moving as quietly as they could through the relatively flat ground surface towards the fall’s base. The noise from the crashing water became louder as they neared closer to it. Miyana was slightly ahead of Namir, seemingly scouting as they walked carefully through the trees towards the open field near the base of the waterfall. Namir heard a faint sound of a snapped twig, and it caught his attention, even through the rainfall. He immediately grabbed his bow, un-quivered an arrow and drew it tight, turning around and backing up slowly towards Miyana’s direction. He heard small, light footsteps, but couldn’t pinpoint from where. He turned his head, Miyana had disappeared from view. Through the darkness and rain, Namir caught the glimpse of a dark figure walking towards him, shadowed by several others following closely behind. He continued backing up slowly, keeping his aim steady at the first figure.
“Miyana,” he said, trying his best to stay quiet. “Miyana, come here!” if she heard him, she gave no indication, only the sound of Namir’s nervous heart, the rain, and the slow march of these unknown things moving in on Namir could be heard. He stopped moving back, and took cover behind a tree, aiming out into the slowly appearing creatures. He watched carefully as they slowly became visible. There were 6 of them that Namir could see, moving closely together. Namir couldn’t remember the last time he saw something look more evil than the display before him. These things were fierce in appearance and odd all at the same time. They were bipedal, with webbed feet and hands, and very short, about three and a half feet in height, roughly. They each had different markings on their scaly skin, dripping with the pouring rain. Each had thin slit eyes, with an evil yellow tinge that hung about in the darkness. The rain and thin layer of moonlight cast a horrible shadow over them, showing their seemingly razor sharp and jagged teeth clearly in the moonlight. Their claws glinted as the light caught the dripping water flowing down them. Three of them had small knives in one hand, the rest weaponless. It didn’t seem to matter however whether or not they had weapons, their claws could make up for the lack of any sort of menial sharp contraption easily.
“These must be the Sahagin Miyana was talking about earlier,” Namir thought. He shivered a moment, not from the dampness of the evening, but from sight of these horrible creatures. He now knew why the damn Chocobo didn’t like these things; he certainly was terrified to even be near them. Namir held his ground behind the tree, still aiming steady. The Sahagin made unintelligible noises amongst each other, and split up. Namir lost sight of all but two of them, who were seemingly exploring a particular bushy area just west of his position. He slowly knelt down lower, still keeping his gaze and aim on the two he kept sight of. If they made any attempt at coming near him, he would fire, he didn’t care, these damn things certainly didn’t look friendly at all, and he wasn’t willing to take the chance that they might be.
“Hell, if the damn bird doesn’t like ‘em, then I probably shouldn’t either.”
He held his intent gaze. They were searching for something, and Namir was going to make certain that it wasn’t himself. They were too close for him to make a run for it in Miyana’s direction, so he was just going to have to wait, and so was she. The creatures seemed to be conversing amongst themselves, making strange grunts and hand motions towards each other. Namir lowered his bow, watching intently. He knew something wasn’t right, and felt a set of eyes watching him from somewhere unannounced. He turned around slowly on the balls of his feet, still aiming low. His head was the last of himself to turn, and once it did, he found himself staring one of the creatures in the face at eye level. It grinned an evil grin, and lunged forward with its knife. Namir stammered backwards immediately, the dagger barely grazing his right cheek as he did so. He scrambled to his feet, and made a dash toward the falls. His cheek stung from the blade of the knife, blood and water trickling down. He heard the rest of the Sahagin follow suit, chasing him as he ran. With an impressive display of skill, Namir jumped into the air, spinning around at full speed, and took aim as he did so. He fired a shot directly at the lead Sahagin, and watched proudly as the arrow successfully landed directly between its eyes. Blood spit from the wound where the arrow hit the creature, and it went down hard, fins and webbed feet rolling forward. He didn’t have time to appreciate his shot; the others were un-phased by the death of their comrade. Namir made a run for it again, grabbing another arrow as he did so, and kept it in his right hand. One of the creatures was catching up; he could hear it getting closer as he sped in the direction of the waterfall. He picked up his speed, took the arrow in his hand, used the slick foliage to his advantage, and lurched forward, feet first in a sliding motion, slamming the head of the arrow into the ground as he did so, and slid around in a circle, ripping his dagger from it’s scabbard with his free hand and hanging on to the arrow with the other, he let the force of his motion slide him around right into the giant fish that had caught up with him, catching it utterly by surprise. It had no time to react, and Namir jabbed his knife as far into its eye as he could as he swung around. It screamed in agony, a guttural, horrible sound, and went quiet. The force of him stabbing the creature had stopped his circular sliding, and he jumped to his feet, leaving the arrow behind, dagger in his left hand. He could smell the creatures’ thick blood on his knife, even through the heavy rain. He was out of ideas now, the other four Sahagin still pursuing him. He looked ahead, heart pounding hard, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
“I have at least three hundred yards until I reach the falls, and then what? I have no idea what to do!” his mind raced frantically. He could still hear the creatures chasing after him. Namir felt the surface of the ground change abruptly, turning muddy, and becoming very slick. He picked up his speed as he heard them getting closer to him, and hit his foot on a rock that jut out of the ground sharply, immediately sending him sprawling face first into the mud.
“Oh my god, no!” his mind shouted. There was nothing he could do; they would be all over him in seconds. He tried to get to his feet, and slipped in the mud, falling again. He felt the leader of the four grab hold of his cape, pulling him forcefully. He rolled over, just in time to see one of the Sahagin thrust its knife downward hard, directly at his abdomen. Namir braced himself for the pain that would soon follow, but never felt it. He stared in disbelief and the other Sahagin as well, at the creature that made the attempt at the stab. A small shuriken was sticking out of its stubby neck, blood flowing freely from the open wound. It made gargling sounds as it choked on its own blood, eyes rolled upwards in shock and pain. It fell over, lifeless into the thick mud. Namir scrambled backwards with his legs, inching away as far as he could from the creatures that now looked very pissed off.
“Don’t worrry misterrr rrranger, I’ve got this,” an unseen Miyana said quietly. She appeared suddenly, directly behind one of the remaining three advancing Sahagin, and sliced clean through its left shoulder with one of her katana. It bellowed in pain, alerting the others to her position, they turned, but turned too late. She did a graceful front flip, twisting through the air as she did so, right over the top of the now armless Sahagin, and thrust her other katana backwards, directly through its throat, without even flinching a look. She ripped it out, and was a flash of black afterwards, with amazing speed, sliding over in between and behind the other two confused looking creatures, she took both katana at once, and slammed her arms down hard into their backsides, and they immediately slumped to the ground in a pile of mass, dead on contact. Miyana stayed crouched near the dead fish like things a moment, and ripped her blades from the dead bodies, gracefully spinning them as she did so, and slammed them back into their scabbards with deadly accuracy. Namir was in awe, never before had he seen such a fine display of fighting. She walked over to him, ignoring the lifeless Sahagin on the ground.
“Nice shot,” she said, helping Namir to his feet.
“Nice save,” he replied, attempting but failing to wipe the mud from his garments.
“I told you they werrren’t so nice Namirrr, didn’t you listen?” she asked. Namir nodded.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t ask them to chase me though.”
“Maybe you should have,” Miyana replied, laughing all the same. Namir picked up his knife, wiped the mud off on his trousers, and sheathed it. He heard another noise in the surrounding area, very close, and snapped his head around to look. A huge army of these things were chasing after them, becoming visible in the distance.
“Namirrr! Come! Hurrrry! We can’t win against so many! We must rrrun! Quickly, this way, to Norrrg!” she said quickly, urging him to hurry. He stopped and stared a moment, awe struck at the numbers that were in pursuit. There were so many he couldn’t count them, all with the same horribly twisted expressions as the first 6 they had killed.
“Namirrr! Rrrun! GO NOW!” Miyana took off, grabbing his hand as she did so. The Sahagin were giving rampant chase, and gaining.
“I’m slowing her up," Namir thought, tightening his grasp on her hand as they fled. The roar of the waterfall became deafening as they came closer to it, the spray adding to the rain. The splashing mud turned to solid stone abruptly as they came within feet of the waterfall. Namir could already make out a cave behind it, and Miyana circled around the stone path quickly and carefully.
“Rrrrun Namirrr, come on, rrrun!” she shouted. Namir glanced back, the creatures were getting very close, and they seemed to be able to run at impressive speeds. They had demonic looks about them, seeming very upset about their lost comrades. They were making very angry sounding grunts as they gave chase into the cave. Miyana glanced at Namir for a brief second as they entered the damp cave surroundings; puddles littered everywhere as they ran. It was very dark, and Namir could no longer see, anything but the glint of water on the ground as they ran. He didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to get away from these horrific creatures. As he and Miyana run through the cave, he heard guttural noises resound through crevices inside it, and groaned in aggravation.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he shouted to Miyana, “There are more of these damn things?” Miyana quickened her pace, sensing the presence of more Sahagin as they ran, giving chase with the vast amount that were already after them.
“Quiet! We arrre almost therrre now! Rrrun! Damn you Namirrr! Rrrun!” she yelled in reply. Namir was irritated at how faster she was than him, and he grit his teeth, putting every last ounce of strength he could into his legs, and he picked up speed. He let go of Miyana’s hand, following the sound of her footsteps. Dimly lit lamps became visible, lighting the cave surface just enough for him to see her feet as they fled. The sounds of the Sahagin became more audible, resounding through the cave, making it sound as if it were actually alive. They were everywhere, he could feel them, and they were closing in.
“Therrre, Namirrr, therrre! Just ahead! We can make it, just move!” she shouted. He could see a dimly lit room, with vast doors covering the entrance to a vast opening. He ran as fast as he could, but Miyana pulled ahead. He saw the doors open slightly, just enough for a person to fit through, and saw eager faces on the other side beckoning for them to hurry. Miyana pulled way ahead then, running through the door, cracking them open wider for Namir to enter through. Namir stumbled slightly on a slick stone, but regained his composure and continued to run with all his might. A Sahagin was right behind him, grabbing hold of his cloak as he ran. He felt the rest of them catching up to him and in a last ditch effort, he leapt forward towards the door, but fell short by no more than a foot. Immediately they were all over him, pulling, and scratching at him from all directions. They swarmed over him so quickly he couldn’t see; the wretched stench of their bodies covering him, they tore at his clothing, but had difficulty getting through the tough material of his cloak. He began to panic, thrashing about.
“GET OFF ME YOU FOUL THINGS!” he shouted in a frenzy. He couldn’t even move his arm to his dagger, there were just too many bodies. His cheek throbbed, and annoyed him even more. He was losing strength fast, and his thrashing died down in unison. He about gave up all hope when several strong arms lifted him clear of the Sahagin, still clinging to his cloak. He took it off as fast as he could, sending them sprawling backwards. Miyana slammed the doors shut immediately as soon as he was through. The three men who grabbed him propped him up on his feet, and he went to one knee, panting badly. He was cut and bruised, and felt exhaustion spreading through his body, but was otherwise ok.
“But my damn cheek still hurts,” he thought, rubbing it as he tried to recover. Miyana walked out in front of Namir, gazing into the dimly lit town. She turned around to him, and helped him to his feet. She stepped away, motioning one arm out as she did so.
“Namirrr, welcome to Norrrg,” she said, smiling. He looked out a moment, and felt exhaustion settle over him so fast he didn’t have time to react. He collapsed on the ground limply, unmoving.
“Norg…I… I remember…” he whispered as he gave in to unconsciousness.
“And Norg remembers you old friend,” a man said, as he knelt down to Namir’s exhausted body. He placed one hand on Namir’s back, patting it gently, “Norg certainly does remember you.”
, and this chapter was 5 pages by itself. Enjoy!Edit: Re-read it, noticed a few grammatical mistakes, and run ons. Fixed most of it.
Chapter 6
The rain was falling very hard now, making hard splashes as the drops struck the damp jungle foliage. Namir was doing as best as he could to keep up with Miyana, but she seemed to have forgotten that she was a ninja, where Namir was not. She leapt easily and skillfully down a rocky slope, towards the base of the distant waterfall, and although Namir was adept on his feet, he was no where near as skilled as her at transcending through rocky cliffs. He saw her clear the last of the rocks, landing squarely on her feet, unflinching. She was hard to view from Namir’s position, from the lack of light and her black apparel.
He made his way down, making slow, precise jumps, trying not to fall, knowing she would laugh at him, if only jokingly. As he made his last, slippery jump, his left foot gave way, slipping on the slick surface below him, and he fell hard. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact as he fell back first towards the ground, and to his surprise, his impact never came. He opened one eye, and turned his head, raising one hand to shield his face from the rain. His fall had been broken by Miyana, who had caught him gear and all, squarely in her outstretched arms. To his chagrin she had a huge grin on her face, and he could tell she was stifling a laugh.
“Damn, I must look like a bumbling fool right now. Silent Stalker… bah!” he thought. She looked down at him a moment, and he at her. The rainwater dripped from her face down onto his, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, even through the cloth covering the majority of her face. It was her fierce blue eyes he realized, that drew him to her in such a crazy way. He hesitated a moment, saying nothing, casting aside his embarrassment. She continued looking at him, holding him in her arms as if he weighed nothing at all. She slowly brought her face closer to his, and he copied the same motion, slowly arching his neck up to meet her intent gaze. His heart pounded, rhythmic to the sound of the rain beating down on them. He closed his eyes, and in a quick motion, brought his lips up to meet hers. They never made it. She dropped him on his back, flat in the rain, and laughed playfully, and ran off briefly into the night. She stopped just within view, and motioned for him to get up. He slowly came to his feet, feeling foolish, and jogged over to her. As he reached her, she brought herself close to him, and pressed her lips close to his ear.
“I told you Misterrr Rrranger, I like surrrprises, and I thought you might like one too” she whispered saucily, and seemed to grin with her eyes. She brought the cloth surrounding her face up and over her lips and nose, exposing only her fierce blue eyes. A small bulge on either side of the top of her head emerged from where her ears were.
“This way Namirrr, not much farrrther now,” she said, and started forward. He stood there a moment, trying to suppress his attraction to her for the time being.
“You have to get some answers,” he thought, “Now is not the time for flattery.”
They continued on, moving as quietly as they could through the relatively flat ground surface towards the fall’s base. The noise from the crashing water became louder as they neared closer to it. Miyana was slightly ahead of Namir, seemingly scouting as they walked carefully through the trees towards the open field near the base of the waterfall. Namir heard a faint sound of a snapped twig, and it caught his attention, even through the rainfall. He immediately grabbed his bow, un-quivered an arrow and drew it tight, turning around and backing up slowly towards Miyana’s direction. He heard small, light footsteps, but couldn’t pinpoint from where. He turned his head, Miyana had disappeared from view. Through the darkness and rain, Namir caught the glimpse of a dark figure walking towards him, shadowed by several others following closely behind. He continued backing up slowly, keeping his aim steady at the first figure.
“Miyana,” he said, trying his best to stay quiet. “Miyana, come here!” if she heard him, she gave no indication, only the sound of Namir’s nervous heart, the rain, and the slow march of these unknown things moving in on Namir could be heard. He stopped moving back, and took cover behind a tree, aiming out into the slowly appearing creatures. He watched carefully as they slowly became visible. There were 6 of them that Namir could see, moving closely together. Namir couldn’t remember the last time he saw something look more evil than the display before him. These things were fierce in appearance and odd all at the same time. They were bipedal, with webbed feet and hands, and very short, about three and a half feet in height, roughly. They each had different markings on their scaly skin, dripping with the pouring rain. Each had thin slit eyes, with an evil yellow tinge that hung about in the darkness. The rain and thin layer of moonlight cast a horrible shadow over them, showing their seemingly razor sharp and jagged teeth clearly in the moonlight. Their claws glinted as the light caught the dripping water flowing down them. Three of them had small knives in one hand, the rest weaponless. It didn’t seem to matter however whether or not they had weapons, their claws could make up for the lack of any sort of menial sharp contraption easily.
“These must be the Sahagin Miyana was talking about earlier,” Namir thought. He shivered a moment, not from the dampness of the evening, but from sight of these horrible creatures. He now knew why the damn Chocobo didn’t like these things; he certainly was terrified to even be near them. Namir held his ground behind the tree, still aiming steady. The Sahagin made unintelligible noises amongst each other, and split up. Namir lost sight of all but two of them, who were seemingly exploring a particular bushy area just west of his position. He slowly knelt down lower, still keeping his gaze and aim on the two he kept sight of. If they made any attempt at coming near him, he would fire, he didn’t care, these damn things certainly didn’t look friendly at all, and he wasn’t willing to take the chance that they might be.
“Hell, if the damn bird doesn’t like ‘em, then I probably shouldn’t either.”
He held his intent gaze. They were searching for something, and Namir was going to make certain that it wasn’t himself. They were too close for him to make a run for it in Miyana’s direction, so he was just going to have to wait, and so was she. The creatures seemed to be conversing amongst themselves, making strange grunts and hand motions towards each other. Namir lowered his bow, watching intently. He knew something wasn’t right, and felt a set of eyes watching him from somewhere unannounced. He turned around slowly on the balls of his feet, still aiming low. His head was the last of himself to turn, and once it did, he found himself staring one of the creatures in the face at eye level. It grinned an evil grin, and lunged forward with its knife. Namir stammered backwards immediately, the dagger barely grazing his right cheek as he did so. He scrambled to his feet, and made a dash toward the falls. His cheek stung from the blade of the knife, blood and water trickling down. He heard the rest of the Sahagin follow suit, chasing him as he ran. With an impressive display of skill, Namir jumped into the air, spinning around at full speed, and took aim as he did so. He fired a shot directly at the lead Sahagin, and watched proudly as the arrow successfully landed directly between its eyes. Blood spit from the wound where the arrow hit the creature, and it went down hard, fins and webbed feet rolling forward. He didn’t have time to appreciate his shot; the others were un-phased by the death of their comrade. Namir made a run for it again, grabbing another arrow as he did so, and kept it in his right hand. One of the creatures was catching up; he could hear it getting closer as he sped in the direction of the waterfall. He picked up his speed, took the arrow in his hand, used the slick foliage to his advantage, and lurched forward, feet first in a sliding motion, slamming the head of the arrow into the ground as he did so, and slid around in a circle, ripping his dagger from it’s scabbard with his free hand and hanging on to the arrow with the other, he let the force of his motion slide him around right into the giant fish that had caught up with him, catching it utterly by surprise. It had no time to react, and Namir jabbed his knife as far into its eye as he could as he swung around. It screamed in agony, a guttural, horrible sound, and went quiet. The force of him stabbing the creature had stopped his circular sliding, and he jumped to his feet, leaving the arrow behind, dagger in his left hand. He could smell the creatures’ thick blood on his knife, even through the heavy rain. He was out of ideas now, the other four Sahagin still pursuing him. He looked ahead, heart pounding hard, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
“I have at least three hundred yards until I reach the falls, and then what? I have no idea what to do!” his mind raced frantically. He could still hear the creatures chasing after him. Namir felt the surface of the ground change abruptly, turning muddy, and becoming very slick. He picked up his speed as he heard them getting closer to him, and hit his foot on a rock that jut out of the ground sharply, immediately sending him sprawling face first into the mud.
“Oh my god, no!” his mind shouted. There was nothing he could do; they would be all over him in seconds. He tried to get to his feet, and slipped in the mud, falling again. He felt the leader of the four grab hold of his cape, pulling him forcefully. He rolled over, just in time to see one of the Sahagin thrust its knife downward hard, directly at his abdomen. Namir braced himself for the pain that would soon follow, but never felt it. He stared in disbelief and the other Sahagin as well, at the creature that made the attempt at the stab. A small shuriken was sticking out of its stubby neck, blood flowing freely from the open wound. It made gargling sounds as it choked on its own blood, eyes rolled upwards in shock and pain. It fell over, lifeless into the thick mud. Namir scrambled backwards with his legs, inching away as far as he could from the creatures that now looked very pissed off.
“Don’t worrry misterrr rrranger, I’ve got this,” an unseen Miyana said quietly. She appeared suddenly, directly behind one of the remaining three advancing Sahagin, and sliced clean through its left shoulder with one of her katana. It bellowed in pain, alerting the others to her position, they turned, but turned too late. She did a graceful front flip, twisting through the air as she did so, right over the top of the now armless Sahagin, and thrust her other katana backwards, directly through its throat, without even flinching a look. She ripped it out, and was a flash of black afterwards, with amazing speed, sliding over in between and behind the other two confused looking creatures, she took both katana at once, and slammed her arms down hard into their backsides, and they immediately slumped to the ground in a pile of mass, dead on contact. Miyana stayed crouched near the dead fish like things a moment, and ripped her blades from the dead bodies, gracefully spinning them as she did so, and slammed them back into their scabbards with deadly accuracy. Namir was in awe, never before had he seen such a fine display of fighting. She walked over to him, ignoring the lifeless Sahagin on the ground.
“Nice shot,” she said, helping Namir to his feet.
“Nice save,” he replied, attempting but failing to wipe the mud from his garments.
“I told you they werrren’t so nice Namirrr, didn’t you listen?” she asked. Namir nodded.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t ask them to chase me though.”
“Maybe you should have,” Miyana replied, laughing all the same. Namir picked up his knife, wiped the mud off on his trousers, and sheathed it. He heard another noise in the surrounding area, very close, and snapped his head around to look. A huge army of these things were chasing after them, becoming visible in the distance.
“Namirrr! Come! Hurrrry! We can’t win against so many! We must rrrun! Quickly, this way, to Norrrg!” she said quickly, urging him to hurry. He stopped and stared a moment, awe struck at the numbers that were in pursuit. There were so many he couldn’t count them, all with the same horribly twisted expressions as the first 6 they had killed.
“Namirrr! Rrrun! GO NOW!” Miyana took off, grabbing his hand as she did so. The Sahagin were giving rampant chase, and gaining.
“I’m slowing her up," Namir thought, tightening his grasp on her hand as they fled. The roar of the waterfall became deafening as they came closer to it, the spray adding to the rain. The splashing mud turned to solid stone abruptly as they came within feet of the waterfall. Namir could already make out a cave behind it, and Miyana circled around the stone path quickly and carefully.
“Rrrrun Namirrr, come on, rrrun!” she shouted. Namir glanced back, the creatures were getting very close, and they seemed to be able to run at impressive speeds. They had demonic looks about them, seeming very upset about their lost comrades. They were making very angry sounding grunts as they gave chase into the cave. Miyana glanced at Namir for a brief second as they entered the damp cave surroundings; puddles littered everywhere as they ran. It was very dark, and Namir could no longer see, anything but the glint of water on the ground as they ran. He didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to get away from these horrific creatures. As he and Miyana run through the cave, he heard guttural noises resound through crevices inside it, and groaned in aggravation.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he shouted to Miyana, “There are more of these damn things?” Miyana quickened her pace, sensing the presence of more Sahagin as they ran, giving chase with the vast amount that were already after them.
“Quiet! We arrre almost therrre now! Rrrun! Damn you Namirrr! Rrrun!” she yelled in reply. Namir was irritated at how faster she was than him, and he grit his teeth, putting every last ounce of strength he could into his legs, and he picked up speed. He let go of Miyana’s hand, following the sound of her footsteps. Dimly lit lamps became visible, lighting the cave surface just enough for him to see her feet as they fled. The sounds of the Sahagin became more audible, resounding through the cave, making it sound as if it were actually alive. They were everywhere, he could feel them, and they were closing in.
“Therrre, Namirrr, therrre! Just ahead! We can make it, just move!” she shouted. He could see a dimly lit room, with vast doors covering the entrance to a vast opening. He ran as fast as he could, but Miyana pulled ahead. He saw the doors open slightly, just enough for a person to fit through, and saw eager faces on the other side beckoning for them to hurry. Miyana pulled way ahead then, running through the door, cracking them open wider for Namir to enter through. Namir stumbled slightly on a slick stone, but regained his composure and continued to run with all his might. A Sahagin was right behind him, grabbing hold of his cloak as he ran. He felt the rest of them catching up to him and in a last ditch effort, he leapt forward towards the door, but fell short by no more than a foot. Immediately they were all over him, pulling, and scratching at him from all directions. They swarmed over him so quickly he couldn’t see; the wretched stench of their bodies covering him, they tore at his clothing, but had difficulty getting through the tough material of his cloak. He began to panic, thrashing about.
“GET OFF ME YOU FOUL THINGS!” he shouted in a frenzy. He couldn’t even move his arm to his dagger, there were just too many bodies. His cheek throbbed, and annoyed him even more. He was losing strength fast, and his thrashing died down in unison. He about gave up all hope when several strong arms lifted him clear of the Sahagin, still clinging to his cloak. He took it off as fast as he could, sending them sprawling backwards. Miyana slammed the doors shut immediately as soon as he was through. The three men who grabbed him propped him up on his feet, and he went to one knee, panting badly. He was cut and bruised, and felt exhaustion spreading through his body, but was otherwise ok.
“But my damn cheek still hurts,” he thought, rubbing it as he tried to recover. Miyana walked out in front of Namir, gazing into the dimly lit town. She turned around to him, and helped him to his feet. She stepped away, motioning one arm out as she did so.
“Namirrr, welcome to Norrrg,” she said, smiling. He looked out a moment, and felt exhaustion settle over him so fast he didn’t have time to react. He collapsed on the ground limply, unmoving.
“Norg…I… I remember…” he whispered as he gave in to unconsciousness.
“And Norg remembers you old friend,” a man said, as he knelt down to Namir’s exhausted body. He placed one hand on Namir’s back, patting it gently, “Norg certainly does remember you.”
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It's coming it's coming >< I'm sorry. I have a lot written of the next chapter, work has been so busy lately ><. I will post more soon =)
Ok, after a looong wait (sorry sorry, work has been busy busy) I have chapter 7 ready. I'll have plenty of time coming up to finish chapter 8, it's already in the making. Let me know whatcha think. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Namir awoke with a start, unsure of his whereabouts for a few moments as he attempted to remember all that had happened. He glanced around; he was inside a small room, lying down in a small bed. Miyana was curled up in a chair next to him, soundly asleep. There was a single dimly lit lamp near his bed, illuminating Miyana’s facial features in a fascinating manner. He sat up, feeling the blood in his veins begin to circulate a bit. Miyana shifted slightly, and opened her eyes slowly, yawning at the same time. She studied him a moment thoughtfully.
“Feeling betterrr?” she asked quietly, still snuggled up in her chair. Namir rubbed his head a moment, unsure.
“I think I’m hungry,” he said flatly, staring at the linens on his bed. Miyana giggled slightly, and sat on the balls of her feet, crossing her arms over her knees.
“You arrre a pain in the butt Namirrr,” she roused. Namir let out a sigh, chuckling softly. Miyana began to speak, and as she did so Namir put a hand out in front of her, shaking his head softly.
“No… no, I know already. ‘Are you done daydreaming?’ right?” he laughed slightly, a strong heartfelt laugh. It was the first time he’d laughed in a while.
“No,” Miyana said curtly, rocking slightly, “I was going to tell you something, but since you interrrupted me, I guess you’ll just have to wait Misterrr Rrranger.” She smiled slightly, and suddenly jumped from her chair and onto her feet, standing up. “Namirrr, therrr’es someone I want you to talk to. An old frrriend.. of mine, and yourrrs.” Namir was confused a moment, not quite sure what exactly she meant. “Don’t say anything yet Namirrr, therrre’s much to listen to… he will be herrre any moment, and you must not interrupt him, ok? Please just listen to him, forrr me?” Namir was still confused, but nodded his head in compliance.
“Ok, not quite sure what you are talking about, but I will listen to your friend talk about whatever it is he has to say. Is he going to talk about that night when Kogi and the strange entity appeared?” he asked curiously.
“He will explain it all Namirrr, I have no answerrrs forrr you. At times I felt as lost as you did. I’m going to go get him now, please wait herrre,” she replied, hastily leaving the room as she did so. She let the door close softly. Namir could not believe how at peace he felt here, considering all that he had been through in the last few days. He brought his hand up to his cheek, feeling the spot where the Sahagin had cut him the night before, wincing slightly as he did so.
“Still tender…” he thought absently. He got out bed, and stretched his sore muscles. He felt good standing up, nearly almost refreshed. His stomach grumbled slightly.
“Still hungry too.” He sat down on the bed lazily, slouching his shoulders as he did so. His belt and bow were sitting by the foot of the bed, the edge of his quiver poking out within view. He remembered being chased by the Sahagin very clearly, their stench and horrible eyes had burned an image into his head forever. He shuddered slightly.
“Damned things, they should all die,” he thought, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Without another thought, he propped himself up, leaned over the bed and grabbed his belongings. He strapped his bow to his back, and his belt to his waste, found his boots at the base of a cabinet on the opposite side of the bed, and stood by the door.
“Let’s see just how much about Norg I remember…” Namir’s mind echoed. And with that, he opened the door and stepped foot outside it. He was in a long hallway, lit with various lamps propped about. He heard a rather large commotion in one end of the hallway, seemingly bustling with activity. Out of instinct, he walked the other way. He paid attention to the fine detail in the woodwork of the hallway he was in as he walked, and halted abruptly when he reached a large opening with a beautiful set of doors directly in front of him. A man he did not recognize stood off to his left, wielding what looked to be a large katana at his waist. He gave Namir a look of disbelief for a slight moment, just long enough for Namir to catch it, and then brought about his stone cold gaze once more. Namir proceeded to the end of the hallway, stopping at the large, artfully crafted doors in front of him. He was unsure of what to do next, although he remembered Norg to the extent of its inhabitants, he did not recall any names. He shook his head slowly.
“What are we doing here? If Miyana has friends here, they should make themselves known in a hurry, I want some answers,” he thought, turning around to face the hallway once more. To his surprise, Miyana and another man were walking towards him. She had an excited look about her, and the man next to her did as well. A giant smile emanated from the two of them, and he could not help but smile himself, even if he was unsure why. They approached Namir steadily, and as they did so, the man walking next to Miyana extended his hand towards Namir, in an effort for a handshake. Namir walked forward, and met him, shaking his hand briefly; the man had a strong grip. He had a black eye patch, and was dressed in extravagant attire, white like the snow, with various patterns and designs along his hips. Miyana stepped forward near Namir and placed her hands on his elbow.
“Namirrr, this is Gilgamesh,” she motioned, “he is the perrrrson I was rrrefering to. He has ourrr answerrrs.” She looked at Namir directly in his eyes, a look that perplexed him; she had a look of hope on her face. It was like she was expecting Namir to do something. He couldn’t quite place it.
“Well, I’ll tell as much as I can tell,” Gilgamesh said, beaming a smile. “We’ve definitely done our homework, and have dug up quite a bit of information, at the unfortunate cost of some of our finest spies…” he trailed off, slightly staring at the ground as he did so. He lifted his head back up quickly, smiling once again.
“We will discuss these matters in a different place however,” he said. “Come, this way. My private room should suffice; it’s quite nice after all.” He motioned towards the exquisitely designed doors behind Namir. Gilgamesh stepped forward, and motioned for Miyana and Namir to follow.
“Come this way, we’ll get down to business in short order,” he said reassuringly. Gilgamesh opened the doors, allowing Miyana and Namir to enter. The room was moderately lit, and seemingly very large. Gilgamesh walked behind a huge, decorated oak desk, and sat down in an equally decorated chair.
“I’m going to give you the chance to ask me some questions Namir,” Gilgamesh stated, getting right down to things. Namir was shocked.
“Oooh, big mistake ‘Mesh, Namirrr loves questions,” Miyana teased, shooting Namir a playful glance. Gilgamesh smiled briefly, a quick and unreal smile. His expression turned grim, and he gave Namir an equally grim look. He was waiting, Namir realized, for a question. Something else bothered him though… this man’s stare haunted him a bit, almost as if he knew him from somewhere, but never knew him at all. Gilgamesh seemed to be staring into the depths of his heart, and it scared the crap out of him. Namir stammered, he had so many questions, but failed to come up with one when an answer was offered. Gilgamesh knew it, too. Namir could tell.
“Easy now, it’s ok. No need to be nervous right now. Just unload it all, and I will do my best to accommodate you,” Gilgamesh stated, reassuring Namir that he was right about him. Namir took a deep breath.
“I want to know…” he trailed off, what in the hell did he want to know? He had so many meaningless questions, but most of all, curiously, he found himself wondering about Kogi more than the man who could summon gods. “Strange…” he thought. He nodded slightly, not looking at anything. “I want to know what Kogi is doing alive,” he said darkly, his voice undertone to the darkness that was rampant with the mention of Kogi’s name. Namir brought his gaze up to meet Gilgamesh’s, who was staring just as hard at Namir as he was before. One brow was raised slightly, curious.
“Not the first question I would have expected you to ask,” Gilgamesh said, obviously surprised, “But it’s to be expected that you would wonder about Kogi Nebaritsu.” His focus never left Namir’s. Namir was not sure at all what was so ‘expected’ about his curiosity concerning Kogi, but was not going to interject until he had his answer.
“Very well, but you must listen closely, and do not interrupt. This story is somewhat long, and much will probably not make sense to you Namir. Not yet.” Gilgamesh leaned forward in his chair slightly, a dark look about his face. The dim lamps cast a small shadow over his worn face, making him look rather grim.
“Is he going to tell me a horror story or something?” Namir questioned, becoming slightly annoyed. Still, he thought it be best to listen, and ask more questions when Gilgamesh was finished. Namir wasn’t sure what Gilgamesh could say that could confuse him even more than he already was, hell, after all he had seen, and witnessed, and then suddenly faintly remembering a place he had presumably never been to in his life, he wasn’t sure about anything; confusion it seemed was becoming his best friend and worst enemy all at the same time. Namir braced himself for Gilgamesh’s words. He glanced to his left, Miyana was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed, and had her head tilted towards the ground. Gilgamesh was silent a moment, but then lifted his head, about to speak.
“...It all began when the great Samurai, Namir Vasiliobi tracked down an Elvaan renegade monk, who was attempting to lead a rebellion into Norg.” Namir’s eyes went wide, his attention at full focus.
Gilgamesh was right, this was about to be very confusing.
Chapter 7
Namir awoke with a start, unsure of his whereabouts for a few moments as he attempted to remember all that had happened. He glanced around; he was inside a small room, lying down in a small bed. Miyana was curled up in a chair next to him, soundly asleep. There was a single dimly lit lamp near his bed, illuminating Miyana’s facial features in a fascinating manner. He sat up, feeling the blood in his veins begin to circulate a bit. Miyana shifted slightly, and opened her eyes slowly, yawning at the same time. She studied him a moment thoughtfully.
“Feeling betterrr?” she asked quietly, still snuggled up in her chair. Namir rubbed his head a moment, unsure.
“I think I’m hungry,” he said flatly, staring at the linens on his bed. Miyana giggled slightly, and sat on the balls of her feet, crossing her arms over her knees.
“You arrre a pain in the butt Namirrr,” she roused. Namir let out a sigh, chuckling softly. Miyana began to speak, and as she did so Namir put a hand out in front of her, shaking his head softly.
“No… no, I know already. ‘Are you done daydreaming?’ right?” he laughed slightly, a strong heartfelt laugh. It was the first time he’d laughed in a while.
“No,” Miyana said curtly, rocking slightly, “I was going to tell you something, but since you interrrupted me, I guess you’ll just have to wait Misterrr Rrranger.” She smiled slightly, and suddenly jumped from her chair and onto her feet, standing up. “Namirrr, therrr’es someone I want you to talk to. An old frrriend.. of mine, and yourrrs.” Namir was confused a moment, not quite sure what exactly she meant. “Don’t say anything yet Namirrr, therrre’s much to listen to… he will be herrre any moment, and you must not interrupt him, ok? Please just listen to him, forrr me?” Namir was still confused, but nodded his head in compliance.
“Ok, not quite sure what you are talking about, but I will listen to your friend talk about whatever it is he has to say. Is he going to talk about that night when Kogi and the strange entity appeared?” he asked curiously.
“He will explain it all Namirrr, I have no answerrrs forrr you. At times I felt as lost as you did. I’m going to go get him now, please wait herrre,” she replied, hastily leaving the room as she did so. She let the door close softly. Namir could not believe how at peace he felt here, considering all that he had been through in the last few days. He brought his hand up to his cheek, feeling the spot where the Sahagin had cut him the night before, wincing slightly as he did so.
“Still tender…” he thought absently. He got out bed, and stretched his sore muscles. He felt good standing up, nearly almost refreshed. His stomach grumbled slightly.
“Still hungry too.” He sat down on the bed lazily, slouching his shoulders as he did so. His belt and bow were sitting by the foot of the bed, the edge of his quiver poking out within view. He remembered being chased by the Sahagin very clearly, their stench and horrible eyes had burned an image into his head forever. He shuddered slightly.
“Damned things, they should all die,” he thought, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Without another thought, he propped himself up, leaned over the bed and grabbed his belongings. He strapped his bow to his back, and his belt to his waste, found his boots at the base of a cabinet on the opposite side of the bed, and stood by the door.
“Let’s see just how much about Norg I remember…” Namir’s mind echoed. And with that, he opened the door and stepped foot outside it. He was in a long hallway, lit with various lamps propped about. He heard a rather large commotion in one end of the hallway, seemingly bustling with activity. Out of instinct, he walked the other way. He paid attention to the fine detail in the woodwork of the hallway he was in as he walked, and halted abruptly when he reached a large opening with a beautiful set of doors directly in front of him. A man he did not recognize stood off to his left, wielding what looked to be a large katana at his waist. He gave Namir a look of disbelief for a slight moment, just long enough for Namir to catch it, and then brought about his stone cold gaze once more. Namir proceeded to the end of the hallway, stopping at the large, artfully crafted doors in front of him. He was unsure of what to do next, although he remembered Norg to the extent of its inhabitants, he did not recall any names. He shook his head slowly.
“What are we doing here? If Miyana has friends here, they should make themselves known in a hurry, I want some answers,” he thought, turning around to face the hallway once more. To his surprise, Miyana and another man were walking towards him. She had an excited look about her, and the man next to her did as well. A giant smile emanated from the two of them, and he could not help but smile himself, even if he was unsure why. They approached Namir steadily, and as they did so, the man walking next to Miyana extended his hand towards Namir, in an effort for a handshake. Namir walked forward, and met him, shaking his hand briefly; the man had a strong grip. He had a black eye patch, and was dressed in extravagant attire, white like the snow, with various patterns and designs along his hips. Miyana stepped forward near Namir and placed her hands on his elbow.
“Namirrr, this is Gilgamesh,” she motioned, “he is the perrrrson I was rrrefering to. He has ourrr answerrrs.” She looked at Namir directly in his eyes, a look that perplexed him; she had a look of hope on her face. It was like she was expecting Namir to do something. He couldn’t quite place it.
“Well, I’ll tell as much as I can tell,” Gilgamesh said, beaming a smile. “We’ve definitely done our homework, and have dug up quite a bit of information, at the unfortunate cost of some of our finest spies…” he trailed off, slightly staring at the ground as he did so. He lifted his head back up quickly, smiling once again.
“We will discuss these matters in a different place however,” he said. “Come, this way. My private room should suffice; it’s quite nice after all.” He motioned towards the exquisitely designed doors behind Namir. Gilgamesh stepped forward, and motioned for Miyana and Namir to follow.
“Come this way, we’ll get down to business in short order,” he said reassuringly. Gilgamesh opened the doors, allowing Miyana and Namir to enter. The room was moderately lit, and seemingly very large. Gilgamesh walked behind a huge, decorated oak desk, and sat down in an equally decorated chair.
“I’m going to give you the chance to ask me some questions Namir,” Gilgamesh stated, getting right down to things. Namir was shocked.
“Oooh, big mistake ‘Mesh, Namirrr loves questions,” Miyana teased, shooting Namir a playful glance. Gilgamesh smiled briefly, a quick and unreal smile. His expression turned grim, and he gave Namir an equally grim look. He was waiting, Namir realized, for a question. Something else bothered him though… this man’s stare haunted him a bit, almost as if he knew him from somewhere, but never knew him at all. Gilgamesh seemed to be staring into the depths of his heart, and it scared the crap out of him. Namir stammered, he had so many questions, but failed to come up with one when an answer was offered. Gilgamesh knew it, too. Namir could tell.
“Easy now, it’s ok. No need to be nervous right now. Just unload it all, and I will do my best to accommodate you,” Gilgamesh stated, reassuring Namir that he was right about him. Namir took a deep breath.
“I want to know…” he trailed off, what in the hell did he want to know? He had so many meaningless questions, but most of all, curiously, he found himself wondering about Kogi more than the man who could summon gods. “Strange…” he thought. He nodded slightly, not looking at anything. “I want to know what Kogi is doing alive,” he said darkly, his voice undertone to the darkness that was rampant with the mention of Kogi’s name. Namir brought his gaze up to meet Gilgamesh’s, who was staring just as hard at Namir as he was before. One brow was raised slightly, curious.
“Not the first question I would have expected you to ask,” Gilgamesh said, obviously surprised, “But it’s to be expected that you would wonder about Kogi Nebaritsu.” His focus never left Namir’s. Namir was not sure at all what was so ‘expected’ about his curiosity concerning Kogi, but was not going to interject until he had his answer.
“Very well, but you must listen closely, and do not interrupt. This story is somewhat long, and much will probably not make sense to you Namir. Not yet.” Gilgamesh leaned forward in his chair slightly, a dark look about his face. The dim lamps cast a small shadow over his worn face, making him look rather grim.
“Is he going to tell me a horror story or something?” Namir questioned, becoming slightly annoyed. Still, he thought it be best to listen, and ask more questions when Gilgamesh was finished. Namir wasn’t sure what Gilgamesh could say that could confuse him even more than he already was, hell, after all he had seen, and witnessed, and then suddenly faintly remembering a place he had presumably never been to in his life, he wasn’t sure about anything; confusion it seemed was becoming his best friend and worst enemy all at the same time. Namir braced himself for Gilgamesh’s words. He glanced to his left, Miyana was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed, and had her head tilted towards the ground. Gilgamesh was silent a moment, but then lifted his head, about to speak.
“...It all began when the great Samurai, Namir Vasiliobi tracked down an Elvaan renegade monk, who was attempting to lead a rebellion into Norg.” Namir’s eyes went wide, his attention at full focus.
Gilgamesh was right, this was about to be very confusing.
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OMG i need to read more. the last lines have me very intrigued as to what happened.
Ok! I'm excited about posting this! Got some time, and I really put a lot into this chapter. I promise you will enjoy this 
, as things start to tie up. Let me know what you think! By the way, quick warning, this one is a serious wall of text >.> Made almost 7 pages by itself in MS word. <.>. The entire story is now 26 pages long in total. Much more to go too =).
Enjoy~
Chapter 8
“Quite some time ago, Norg was a haven for Ninja and Samurai in training. It’s far eastern feel made it quite the home for those that wished to either focus on their training, or never be found. This was over six years ago now,” Gilgamesh said sternly, his voice almost sang out the words as he spoke; he held Norg in such high regard, Namir could tell. “Kogi Nebaritsu, was a promising monk. I use to frequent with his master often. His master, Goinchi, was quite proud of Kogi. Kogi was his best and most promising student after all. After a time, however, Goinchi told me of concerns he had for Kogi; he was learning far too quickly, and worse, he wanted more. The teachings of a monk, especially by Goinchi, involved a supreme sense of inner self. Calmness before the storm so to speak. Goinchi however, ignored his own concerns, still impressed by the power that Kogi demonstrated, and made a fatal mistake. Goinchi the Cannon Hand taught Kogi the ultimate technique; he had never passed on, or had even shown his students this type of power before. Goinchi had mastered the art of the monk, and the combat it entailed, the power of the fist, and had long since protected the ultimate technique. Once Kogi learned everything Goinchi had to teach him, Kogi turned on Goinchi, and left the monastery.” Gilgamesh went quiet a moment, letting Namir absorb what had been said. Namir could not recall this information about Kogi, even though his name was rather notorious, he couldn’t remember for the life of him why.
“It’s all making sense so far… but what the hell was Gilgamesh talking about earlier? Samurai? I am no Samurai…” Namir’s thoughts echoed briefly; Gilgamesh cut him short.
“Kogi rebelled and took to hiding in Norg. We don’t ask questions of those that reside here, and they need not answer any, so long as they live peacefully. Kogi remained here almost unnoticed by Norg as a whole for nearly two years. Little did we know, Kogi was training every day, and enlisting people to his cause. He had an interesting form of secrecy, and during times he traveled away from Norg, he would always return with more on his list of followers. When I became aware of what he was doing, it was too late. Kogi had left Norg, with plans on taking over.” Gilgamesh cut short again, this time staring at his desk, deep in thought. Namir knew he shouldn’t interject, but something was biting at him like nothing he had ever felt before, a question he had to ask.
“Gilgamesh, why would Kogi want to take over Norg?” Namir asked quickly, looking into Gilgamesh’s eye. The man raised an eyebrow and Namir, but seemed to understand the relevance of Namir’s question. He laughed softly, briefly.
“Why not? Norg would have been the best haven for Kogi to build a revolutionary empire all to himself. He knew ways in the arts of fighting no other person knew. Of course, Kogi knew that should he claim his right to leadership, no one would challenge, he could kill them easily. Worst of it all, he was willing to kill to gain the advantage of fear. Kogi was totally corrupt. He saw Norg as a place where he could delve and never be discovered.” Gilgamesh explained, motioning one hand to Namir almost as if he was delivering his answer physically. Namir nodded, silently thanking him for the explanation.
“As I said earlier, when we became aware of what was going on, it was too late. Kogi was gone, and was preparing his massive strike on Norg. We had no idea how large his alliance was, or how capable they were either. We also did not know when he would strike, which put us at a serious disadvantage. Kogi knew Norg’s inner workings, and could easily gain the advantage of surprise. To try and counter his efforts, we doubled up the watch, increasing our number of guards out two-fold. That’s where you come in my friend.” Namir shook his head; he just couldn’t believe what Gilgamesh was saying.
“How could I play any part of this? I would remember at least something, wouldn’t I?” Namir was confused again, unsure of why Gilgamesh was referencing him into his story about Kogi.
“Namir Vasiliobi was one of my highest Elite Sentries. He was well trained in the art of the Samurai, and was my top guardsmen. He learned of Kogi’s plans, and took it upon himself, without orders, to hunt down Kogi and prevent the ambush upon Norg. Namir Vasiliobi knew that if Kogi were to strike, that he would probably win; Kogi just had too much of an advantage. Despite my telling him not to go, he left, on his own, to track down Kogi, who was rumored to be hiding out in Yuhtunga’s Outpost, which he and his band of thugs had taken over, mercilessly killing the Gate Guard there. After Namir left, I decided to bring some of Norg’s soldiers to help. I waited an entire day before heading out, and brought along six guardsmen and Miyana here.” Gilgamesh motioned with his hand to Miyana, who was now looking at Namir with an expectant gaze. Her eyes were fiercely locked on Namir, almost as if she was waiting for a transformation of sorts to take place. Namir was still confused, and was now frustrated.
“I don’t understand Gilgamesh, you say I had something to do with all this!? I don’t remember any of it! In fact, I’m very certain I was never involved with Norg at all! You say I was some sort of great Samurai? There’s no way! I am a ranger, a bowsman! The Silent Stalker, me, Namir! Not only does this not make any sense to me, it’s just not logical, any of it. If I was truly this forgetful, wouldn’t I remember small bits and pieces of what you are saying? I’m sorry to interrupt, but I must know what in the hell you are talking about!” Namir shouted, angered and confused. Gilgamesh let out a sigh.
“I thought I asked you not to interrupt?” He stated, clearly amused, “I will however, point out something to you. You asked me just now if you should be remembering small bits and pieces of things should what I be telling you turn out to be true? Your last words before passing out after running from the Sahagin were “Norg, I remember” just before you lost consciousness. You obviously remember something. You see, I haven’t gotten to why you would have lost your memory any ways, have I? You have much more to listen to, Namir. Hear me out, and perhaps your memory will slowly surface again.” Gilgamesh said it confidently, gently, and at the same time, as if he knew that his story would help Namir to remember his lost past. Namir was shocked at what Gilgamesh had just said, and realized that he had indeed remembered Norg, if only just small parts of it. He was ready to listen again, and kept an open mind, no longer frustrated, but eager to find out the key missing pieces to his past. Gilgamesh continued.
“We silently approached the outpost, keeping out of sight, and out of hearing. It was an entire day’s journey to get there, and we had found no indication that Namir had been there, at any given time. However, we knew that Namir was excellent at tracking, and would know to keep himself utterly invisible. When we got too close to the outpost, we were found out. It had seemed that Kogi’s defenses were amazing and adept all at the same time. They had heard our silent movements; they had detected our undetectable traces of footsteps. Within moments, the entire swarm of Kogi’s forces were upon the 8 of us, with Namir still no where in sight. We did the best we could. Of all the men he had camped out in that place, we only lost 2 to their 97. We knew he had more forces elsewhere in the jungle, but this was the most concentrated spot. Little did we know, Kogi was also residing there, but he was still no where to be found. I will leave the details of the battle out for now, for it was a moment in time I do not treasure, our fearsome sides gained the advantage over our souls, and we let loose into those poor men who came after us. However, that doesn’t go to say that we were without injury, we were down two men, who had both been stabbed through the chest, Miyana was untouched of course and I wish I could say the same for myself, but I cannot. I sustained a laceration to my right leg, which was pretty severe. I was losing blood quickly, and Miyana here tore up some of her garments to tie the wound off. She and I both knew that my efforts would still be needed should more battle arrive. We were weary, and it showed by our sluggishness to move after the battle. 99 corpses littered the ground, 2 of our own, 97 of theirs, and the blood ran rampant over the ground. As we attempted to gain our composure back, we heard shouts off in the distance. There were two voices, and they were on the other side of the outpost. Miyana of course was the first one of us there, but I followed closely behind. They were both there, Namir and Kogi, apparently in a heated discussion of some sort. We stopped our hard breathing to listen, attempting to stay out of view.” Gilgamesh’s words were thick with emotion, and his voice slowed, explaining everything with as much detail as he possibly could. His voice echoed passionately, almost as if he were singing the sad tale to Namir.
“When I heard Namir speak next, I knew what was about to happen. Namir was a great Samurai, but I feared he was no where near what Kogi was. Namir spoke, and said this: “Kogi, I will remove your head once and for all, and with it I will take back the peace you threatened to destroy!”
“Kogi, I will remove your head once and for all, and with it I will take back the peace you threatened to destroy…” Namir trailed at exactly the same moment Gilgamesh had said it. Namir’s memories of the moment flooded over him so fast he could not keep up. His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened, as he watched the scene replay in his head. He convulsed slightly, the images vivid as if he were there all over again. He went limp a moment, and nearly fell over, the color drained from his face. Gilgamesh and Miyana exchanged wild looks to one another, obviously surprised with how quickly Namir had remembered. Miyana reached out to Namir, gently touching his arm, and he came to, snapping his attention about, and standing straight up again. He looked right at Miyana.
“I remember the battle. Everything…” Namir let his words slide, as he let the realization of his past wash over him. He was still unsure of everything else, but at least he remembered his encounter with Kogi.
“Go on, explain. I only saw the fight from my point of view, it would be utterly fascinating to hear it from yours,” Gilgamesh said, sounding excited.
“I told Kogi that I would kill him. I was ready to, I wanted to. He had threatened to destroy everything I loved and cared for, and by doing so he had gone too far.” Namir’s emotions gained control of him then, and he let loose everything, telling the story as if it were the last thing he would ever do. “Kogi had said to me, “You pathetic waste of a soul, come here, and I will take it from you! You really want to fight me? Do you? Or are you just a coward with a blade, ready to fight for a cause that you know nothing about?”” Namir stopped, mind slightly fatigued with the rush of information into his brain. Miyana seemed to have noticed, and was at his side, rubbing his back softly.
“Miyana, you were there… could you finish telling what happened? It’s still a bit fuzzy to me,” Namir lied, but he was honestly too shocked to speak, he wanted to lie down in a hole, curl up, and sleep forever. Miyana looked at Namir hesitantly, but then nodded her head.
“Afterrr he mocked you, you became verrry angrrry. You pulled the Masamune frrrom its scabbard and lept rrright at Kogi. He moved so quickly I could barrrely see him, but I saw enough to know you werrre in trrrouble. He pummeled yourrr body so fast that it sent you flying backwarrrds, spinning into the mud. It starrrted to rain, I rrremember. You got up slowly…” Namir began to spasm, mind re-awakened with the memory, it was playing out in perfect unison to Miyana’s speech. She continued talking, and the images continued to play out in Namir’s mind.
“He lifted himself out of the mud, mind and body on fire. His soul was rock solid, harder than steel.
“Kogi! You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to defeat me. I am Namir Vasiliobi, descendant of Yoshimbo Hotari, and I swear my life by this blade; I will defeat you!” Namir’s voice rang out, clearly surprising Kogi. Kogi brought his fists up into the air in unison, and closed his eyes. Namir knew what he was doing; he was building up his chi. Small electric sparks ran up and down Kogi’s powerful limbs, and when Kogi opened his eyes, they shone a powerful yellow, dark and evil. His lips curled back in a terrible grin, showing his teeth. He began to laugh.
“You pathetic fool. Such heartless words! Come at me, feel my true wrath, whelp!” Kogi shouted out at Namir, mockingly. Namir charged Kogi once again, bringing his Masamune blade up in an arc over his head. Kogi rushed Namir at the same time, swinging one powerful fist forward as he did so. Namir expertly parried Kogi’s fist with the flat of his Katana, released one hand from the grip and spun around, catching Kogi square in the mouth with the backside of his fist, sending him flying to the ground. Kogi leapt to his feet, and wiped the blood away from his mouth. He looked extremely mad, the cockiness all but gone.
“You fool. I was going to toy with you at first, but you went and made a terrible mistake. Die.” Kogi said, in a dark and evil tone. His eyes still burned that same evil yellow. Namir raised his blade once more, just in time to parry another fist crashing down from Kogi, but Namir was too slow. Kogi brought another fist around, hammering Namir’s chest so hard he felt and heard ribs move and crack. Namir flinched slightly, but was otherwise untouched by the pain that should have wracked his body. Kogi brought another powerful fist, muscles rippling, aimed straight underneath Namir’s jaw. Namir reared back just in time, but lost his footing, falling to his back on the ground. Kogi leapt into the air, an impressive jump, and swung one fist downward in a powerful attack. Namir rolled out of the way nimbly, just in time. As Kogi’s fist struck the ground, an extreme ripple swept through the land, and shook the ground beneath them. Namir bounced to his feet, just in time for a kick straight to his ribs, sending him flying to his left. He hit the wooden wall of the outpost, and sank to the ground. Namir got up again, un-phased by the beating he was taking. Kogi rushed at him with amazing speed, swinging another powerful fist forward with all his might as Namir stood up. Namir dove to the ground, rolling by Kogi’s feet. Kogi’s fist hit the outpost wall hard, the wood exploded as it hit, leaving a large hole in the side. As Namir rolled, he brought his katana up in an arc, and sliced a clean cut directly across the backside of Kogi’s right leg. Namir rolled backwards after the motion, leaping with hands into the air and onto his feet. Kogi yelled out in pain from the wound inflicted from the Masamune. Namir could see the blood flowing down his leg, mixing with the rainwater falling on both of them.
“I still think you’re holding back Kogi, for someone so arroga-” Namir was cut short, Kogi had already recovered from the pain, rushed Namir, and had punched him in the neck, lifting Namir clean off his feet, and sending him soaring backwards. Namir couldn’t breathe, the blow had done well to close his throat. Namir coughed violently, attempting to stand up. Kogi walked forward, and kicked the Masamune out from Namir’s hands, sending it skidding across the wet wild grass. Kogi lifted Namir up in the air with one powerful hand, and brought him to eye level, hand latched onto Namir’s gi.
“You truly are pathetic. Have you forgotten? I am Kogi Nebaritsu, and your silly little toy sword will do nothing as you claimed it would. My life will not be had by your hands! My life will not be had by ANYONES hands! You insignificant whelp! I will kill you for the scratch you gave me, and for wasting my time.” Kogi brought his hand to Namir’s neck, effortlessly carrying him high into the air with only one hand. Namir coughed hard as Kogi choked him. It was not his lack of breath Namir was focused on however, it was his hatred for Kogi. He stared at Kogi’s evil eyes with ever growing ire. Namir’s face tightened, his focus turned red. He grabbed Kogi’s hand, attempting to pry loose the fingers wrapped tight around his neck. Kogi laughed.
“Struggle all you want whelp, you will not win. Game over for you.” Kogi mused.
“Game over maybe, but NOT for me!” Namir shouted in response. Kogi’s eyes went wide, Namir ripped Kogi’s grip away from his neck, falling to the ground. He hopped up immediately, and dove off to his left towards the Masamune. Kogi grunted angrily, and followed with demon like speed. Namir slid over to his blade, bringing it up before him quickly, and just in time. Kogi had caught up, and had sent a kick flying in Namir’s direction. Namir brought up the Masamune, and in an expertly timed fashion, cleaved another deep cut along Kogi’s other leg, from his ankle up to his knee. Kogi bellowed in pain, and rolled on the ground floor in pain, unable to act. Namir stood up, backed up six steps, and sheathed the Masamune. Namir knew what was going to happen next, and he was going to be prepared. He used the precious few seconds he had to focus, calming his nerves and bringing his attention to Kogi in full order. He brought his right hand to his left hip, and bent over athletically, stance at the ready. His hand was resting on the hilt of the Masamune.
“Tachi…” Namir said, opening his eyes as he heard a fearsome howl in his direction. In what seemed to be slow motion, Namir saw Kogi coming at him, fist extended, wrapped in some sort of energy field. He could literally feel the radiance flowing from Kogi’s fist, but Kogi was still too far away.
“…Kasha,” Namir finished, and snapped the Masamune forward so fast he himself could not see the blade leave its scabbard, and Namir lunged forward with the Masamune. He watched Kogi’s expression as the blade connected with him; Kogi was surprised. As the Masamune cleaved Kogi’s left hip all the way up to his right shoulder, a giant flower like energy flux emerged from the blade, and burst into Kogi, sending its fragments deep into spots all over his body. As quick and powerful as Namir’s attack was, it did not counter Kogi’s momentum fast enough; Namir was still moving forward himself. Kogi’s fist connected squarely with Namir’s skull, energy smashing into him. Time seemed to restore itself, and both Namir and Kogi flew backwards from the force of each others attacks. The last thing Namir remembered before his vision faded to black was seeing the blood seep from the wound he inflicted across Kogi’s chest. Kogi’s blood dripped from his Masamune as he flew through the air. His grip weakened, the world fading to black. He could not feel his body; he could not feel at all. He had landed his blow onto Kogi, and that’s all that mattered.
“You said, ‘I told you… I told you I would kill you’ as you landed. I caught you Namirrr.” Miyana finished, staring at Namir intently. “Namirrr? Arrre you ok?”
“I told you… I would kill you…” Namir whispered silently in unison as he lost his sight. The world faded into the background, everything turning black abruptly.
“Miyana, you were there. I think… I think I…” Namir trailed, ever so softly as he lost consciousness. His body went limp, and he fell to the floor hard. Miyana rushed to him, and caught him in her arms. She stroked his hair lightly as she held him. She looked up at Gilgamesh, who was standing at his feet, hands arched over his desk so he could get a good look at Namir. Gilgamesh smiled brightly.
“What is it?” Miyana asked. Gilgamesh laughed lightly.
“I think that went rather well my fine feline friend. I think that went rather well.” Gilgamesh sat back in his chair.
“Welcome back old friend. Now let’s go clean this mess up.” Gilgamesh began laughing again, his laughter full of life. Miyana smiled slightly, and put her head close to Namir’s ear.
“I loved you Misterrr Rrranger…I hope you rrremember that too.” she whispered softly.
Things were beginning to look up; at least she hoped they were.
, as things start to tie up. Let me know what you think! By the way, quick warning, this one is a serious wall of text >.> Made almost 7 pages by itself in MS word. <.>. The entire story is now 26 pages long in total. Much more to go too =).Enjoy~
Chapter 8
“Quite some time ago, Norg was a haven for Ninja and Samurai in training. It’s far eastern feel made it quite the home for those that wished to either focus on their training, or never be found. This was over six years ago now,” Gilgamesh said sternly, his voice almost sang out the words as he spoke; he held Norg in such high regard, Namir could tell. “Kogi Nebaritsu, was a promising monk. I use to frequent with his master often. His master, Goinchi, was quite proud of Kogi. Kogi was his best and most promising student after all. After a time, however, Goinchi told me of concerns he had for Kogi; he was learning far too quickly, and worse, he wanted more. The teachings of a monk, especially by Goinchi, involved a supreme sense of inner self. Calmness before the storm so to speak. Goinchi however, ignored his own concerns, still impressed by the power that Kogi demonstrated, and made a fatal mistake. Goinchi the Cannon Hand taught Kogi the ultimate technique; he had never passed on, or had even shown his students this type of power before. Goinchi had mastered the art of the monk, and the combat it entailed, the power of the fist, and had long since protected the ultimate technique. Once Kogi learned everything Goinchi had to teach him, Kogi turned on Goinchi, and left the monastery.” Gilgamesh went quiet a moment, letting Namir absorb what had been said. Namir could not recall this information about Kogi, even though his name was rather notorious, he couldn’t remember for the life of him why.
“It’s all making sense so far… but what the hell was Gilgamesh talking about earlier? Samurai? I am no Samurai…” Namir’s thoughts echoed briefly; Gilgamesh cut him short.
“Kogi rebelled and took to hiding in Norg. We don’t ask questions of those that reside here, and they need not answer any, so long as they live peacefully. Kogi remained here almost unnoticed by Norg as a whole for nearly two years. Little did we know, Kogi was training every day, and enlisting people to his cause. He had an interesting form of secrecy, and during times he traveled away from Norg, he would always return with more on his list of followers. When I became aware of what he was doing, it was too late. Kogi had left Norg, with plans on taking over.” Gilgamesh cut short again, this time staring at his desk, deep in thought. Namir knew he shouldn’t interject, but something was biting at him like nothing he had ever felt before, a question he had to ask.
“Gilgamesh, why would Kogi want to take over Norg?” Namir asked quickly, looking into Gilgamesh’s eye. The man raised an eyebrow and Namir, but seemed to understand the relevance of Namir’s question. He laughed softly, briefly.
“Why not? Norg would have been the best haven for Kogi to build a revolutionary empire all to himself. He knew ways in the arts of fighting no other person knew. Of course, Kogi knew that should he claim his right to leadership, no one would challenge, he could kill them easily. Worst of it all, he was willing to kill to gain the advantage of fear. Kogi was totally corrupt. He saw Norg as a place where he could delve and never be discovered.” Gilgamesh explained, motioning one hand to Namir almost as if he was delivering his answer physically. Namir nodded, silently thanking him for the explanation.
“As I said earlier, when we became aware of what was going on, it was too late. Kogi was gone, and was preparing his massive strike on Norg. We had no idea how large his alliance was, or how capable they were either. We also did not know when he would strike, which put us at a serious disadvantage. Kogi knew Norg’s inner workings, and could easily gain the advantage of surprise. To try and counter his efforts, we doubled up the watch, increasing our number of guards out two-fold. That’s where you come in my friend.” Namir shook his head; he just couldn’t believe what Gilgamesh was saying.
“How could I play any part of this? I would remember at least something, wouldn’t I?” Namir was confused again, unsure of why Gilgamesh was referencing him into his story about Kogi.
“Namir Vasiliobi was one of my highest Elite Sentries. He was well trained in the art of the Samurai, and was my top guardsmen. He learned of Kogi’s plans, and took it upon himself, without orders, to hunt down Kogi and prevent the ambush upon Norg. Namir Vasiliobi knew that if Kogi were to strike, that he would probably win; Kogi just had too much of an advantage. Despite my telling him not to go, he left, on his own, to track down Kogi, who was rumored to be hiding out in Yuhtunga’s Outpost, which he and his band of thugs had taken over, mercilessly killing the Gate Guard there. After Namir left, I decided to bring some of Norg’s soldiers to help. I waited an entire day before heading out, and brought along six guardsmen and Miyana here.” Gilgamesh motioned with his hand to Miyana, who was now looking at Namir with an expectant gaze. Her eyes were fiercely locked on Namir, almost as if she was waiting for a transformation of sorts to take place. Namir was still confused, and was now frustrated.
“I don’t understand Gilgamesh, you say I had something to do with all this!? I don’t remember any of it! In fact, I’m very certain I was never involved with Norg at all! You say I was some sort of great Samurai? There’s no way! I am a ranger, a bowsman! The Silent Stalker, me, Namir! Not only does this not make any sense to me, it’s just not logical, any of it. If I was truly this forgetful, wouldn’t I remember small bits and pieces of what you are saying? I’m sorry to interrupt, but I must know what in the hell you are talking about!” Namir shouted, angered and confused. Gilgamesh let out a sigh.
“I thought I asked you not to interrupt?” He stated, clearly amused, “I will however, point out something to you. You asked me just now if you should be remembering small bits and pieces of things should what I be telling you turn out to be true? Your last words before passing out after running from the Sahagin were “Norg, I remember” just before you lost consciousness. You obviously remember something. You see, I haven’t gotten to why you would have lost your memory any ways, have I? You have much more to listen to, Namir. Hear me out, and perhaps your memory will slowly surface again.” Gilgamesh said it confidently, gently, and at the same time, as if he knew that his story would help Namir to remember his lost past. Namir was shocked at what Gilgamesh had just said, and realized that he had indeed remembered Norg, if only just small parts of it. He was ready to listen again, and kept an open mind, no longer frustrated, but eager to find out the key missing pieces to his past. Gilgamesh continued.
“We silently approached the outpost, keeping out of sight, and out of hearing. It was an entire day’s journey to get there, and we had found no indication that Namir had been there, at any given time. However, we knew that Namir was excellent at tracking, and would know to keep himself utterly invisible. When we got too close to the outpost, we were found out. It had seemed that Kogi’s defenses were amazing and adept all at the same time. They had heard our silent movements; they had detected our undetectable traces of footsteps. Within moments, the entire swarm of Kogi’s forces were upon the 8 of us, with Namir still no where in sight. We did the best we could. Of all the men he had camped out in that place, we only lost 2 to their 97. We knew he had more forces elsewhere in the jungle, but this was the most concentrated spot. Little did we know, Kogi was also residing there, but he was still no where to be found. I will leave the details of the battle out for now, for it was a moment in time I do not treasure, our fearsome sides gained the advantage over our souls, and we let loose into those poor men who came after us. However, that doesn’t go to say that we were without injury, we were down two men, who had both been stabbed through the chest, Miyana was untouched of course and I wish I could say the same for myself, but I cannot. I sustained a laceration to my right leg, which was pretty severe. I was losing blood quickly, and Miyana here tore up some of her garments to tie the wound off. She and I both knew that my efforts would still be needed should more battle arrive. We were weary, and it showed by our sluggishness to move after the battle. 99 corpses littered the ground, 2 of our own, 97 of theirs, and the blood ran rampant over the ground. As we attempted to gain our composure back, we heard shouts off in the distance. There were two voices, and they were on the other side of the outpost. Miyana of course was the first one of us there, but I followed closely behind. They were both there, Namir and Kogi, apparently in a heated discussion of some sort. We stopped our hard breathing to listen, attempting to stay out of view.” Gilgamesh’s words were thick with emotion, and his voice slowed, explaining everything with as much detail as he possibly could. His voice echoed passionately, almost as if he were singing the sad tale to Namir.
“When I heard Namir speak next, I knew what was about to happen. Namir was a great Samurai, but I feared he was no where near what Kogi was. Namir spoke, and said this: “Kogi, I will remove your head once and for all, and with it I will take back the peace you threatened to destroy!”
“Kogi, I will remove your head once and for all, and with it I will take back the peace you threatened to destroy…” Namir trailed at exactly the same moment Gilgamesh had said it. Namir’s memories of the moment flooded over him so fast he could not keep up. His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened, as he watched the scene replay in his head. He convulsed slightly, the images vivid as if he were there all over again. He went limp a moment, and nearly fell over, the color drained from his face. Gilgamesh and Miyana exchanged wild looks to one another, obviously surprised with how quickly Namir had remembered. Miyana reached out to Namir, gently touching his arm, and he came to, snapping his attention about, and standing straight up again. He looked right at Miyana.
“I remember the battle. Everything…” Namir let his words slide, as he let the realization of his past wash over him. He was still unsure of everything else, but at least he remembered his encounter with Kogi.
“Go on, explain. I only saw the fight from my point of view, it would be utterly fascinating to hear it from yours,” Gilgamesh said, sounding excited.
“I told Kogi that I would kill him. I was ready to, I wanted to. He had threatened to destroy everything I loved and cared for, and by doing so he had gone too far.” Namir’s emotions gained control of him then, and he let loose everything, telling the story as if it were the last thing he would ever do. “Kogi had said to me, “You pathetic waste of a soul, come here, and I will take it from you! You really want to fight me? Do you? Or are you just a coward with a blade, ready to fight for a cause that you know nothing about?”” Namir stopped, mind slightly fatigued with the rush of information into his brain. Miyana seemed to have noticed, and was at his side, rubbing his back softly.
“Miyana, you were there… could you finish telling what happened? It’s still a bit fuzzy to me,” Namir lied, but he was honestly too shocked to speak, he wanted to lie down in a hole, curl up, and sleep forever. Miyana looked at Namir hesitantly, but then nodded her head.
“Afterrr he mocked you, you became verrry angrrry. You pulled the Masamune frrrom its scabbard and lept rrright at Kogi. He moved so quickly I could barrrely see him, but I saw enough to know you werrre in trrrouble. He pummeled yourrr body so fast that it sent you flying backwarrrds, spinning into the mud. It starrrted to rain, I rrremember. You got up slowly…” Namir began to spasm, mind re-awakened with the memory, it was playing out in perfect unison to Miyana’s speech. She continued talking, and the images continued to play out in Namir’s mind.
“He lifted himself out of the mud, mind and body on fire. His soul was rock solid, harder than steel.
“Kogi! You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to defeat me. I am Namir Vasiliobi, descendant of Yoshimbo Hotari, and I swear my life by this blade; I will defeat you!” Namir’s voice rang out, clearly surprising Kogi. Kogi brought his fists up into the air in unison, and closed his eyes. Namir knew what he was doing; he was building up his chi. Small electric sparks ran up and down Kogi’s powerful limbs, and when Kogi opened his eyes, they shone a powerful yellow, dark and evil. His lips curled back in a terrible grin, showing his teeth. He began to laugh.
“You pathetic fool. Such heartless words! Come at me, feel my true wrath, whelp!” Kogi shouted out at Namir, mockingly. Namir charged Kogi once again, bringing his Masamune blade up in an arc over his head. Kogi rushed Namir at the same time, swinging one powerful fist forward as he did so. Namir expertly parried Kogi’s fist with the flat of his Katana, released one hand from the grip and spun around, catching Kogi square in the mouth with the backside of his fist, sending him flying to the ground. Kogi leapt to his feet, and wiped the blood away from his mouth. He looked extremely mad, the cockiness all but gone.
“You fool. I was going to toy with you at first, but you went and made a terrible mistake. Die.” Kogi said, in a dark and evil tone. His eyes still burned that same evil yellow. Namir raised his blade once more, just in time to parry another fist crashing down from Kogi, but Namir was too slow. Kogi brought another fist around, hammering Namir’s chest so hard he felt and heard ribs move and crack. Namir flinched slightly, but was otherwise untouched by the pain that should have wracked his body. Kogi brought another powerful fist, muscles rippling, aimed straight underneath Namir’s jaw. Namir reared back just in time, but lost his footing, falling to his back on the ground. Kogi leapt into the air, an impressive jump, and swung one fist downward in a powerful attack. Namir rolled out of the way nimbly, just in time. As Kogi’s fist struck the ground, an extreme ripple swept through the land, and shook the ground beneath them. Namir bounced to his feet, just in time for a kick straight to his ribs, sending him flying to his left. He hit the wooden wall of the outpost, and sank to the ground. Namir got up again, un-phased by the beating he was taking. Kogi rushed at him with amazing speed, swinging another powerful fist forward with all his might as Namir stood up. Namir dove to the ground, rolling by Kogi’s feet. Kogi’s fist hit the outpost wall hard, the wood exploded as it hit, leaving a large hole in the side. As Namir rolled, he brought his katana up in an arc, and sliced a clean cut directly across the backside of Kogi’s right leg. Namir rolled backwards after the motion, leaping with hands into the air and onto his feet. Kogi yelled out in pain from the wound inflicted from the Masamune. Namir could see the blood flowing down his leg, mixing with the rainwater falling on both of them.
“I still think you’re holding back Kogi, for someone so arroga-” Namir was cut short, Kogi had already recovered from the pain, rushed Namir, and had punched him in the neck, lifting Namir clean off his feet, and sending him soaring backwards. Namir couldn’t breathe, the blow had done well to close his throat. Namir coughed violently, attempting to stand up. Kogi walked forward, and kicked the Masamune out from Namir’s hands, sending it skidding across the wet wild grass. Kogi lifted Namir up in the air with one powerful hand, and brought him to eye level, hand latched onto Namir’s gi.
“You truly are pathetic. Have you forgotten? I am Kogi Nebaritsu, and your silly little toy sword will do nothing as you claimed it would. My life will not be had by your hands! My life will not be had by ANYONES hands! You insignificant whelp! I will kill you for the scratch you gave me, and for wasting my time.” Kogi brought his hand to Namir’s neck, effortlessly carrying him high into the air with only one hand. Namir coughed hard as Kogi choked him. It was not his lack of breath Namir was focused on however, it was his hatred for Kogi. He stared at Kogi’s evil eyes with ever growing ire. Namir’s face tightened, his focus turned red. He grabbed Kogi’s hand, attempting to pry loose the fingers wrapped tight around his neck. Kogi laughed.
“Struggle all you want whelp, you will not win. Game over for you.” Kogi mused.
“Game over maybe, but NOT for me!” Namir shouted in response. Kogi’s eyes went wide, Namir ripped Kogi’s grip away from his neck, falling to the ground. He hopped up immediately, and dove off to his left towards the Masamune. Kogi grunted angrily, and followed with demon like speed. Namir slid over to his blade, bringing it up before him quickly, and just in time. Kogi had caught up, and had sent a kick flying in Namir’s direction. Namir brought up the Masamune, and in an expertly timed fashion, cleaved another deep cut along Kogi’s other leg, from his ankle up to his knee. Kogi bellowed in pain, and rolled on the ground floor in pain, unable to act. Namir stood up, backed up six steps, and sheathed the Masamune. Namir knew what was going to happen next, and he was going to be prepared. He used the precious few seconds he had to focus, calming his nerves and bringing his attention to Kogi in full order. He brought his right hand to his left hip, and bent over athletically, stance at the ready. His hand was resting on the hilt of the Masamune.
“Tachi…” Namir said, opening his eyes as he heard a fearsome howl in his direction. In what seemed to be slow motion, Namir saw Kogi coming at him, fist extended, wrapped in some sort of energy field. He could literally feel the radiance flowing from Kogi’s fist, but Kogi was still too far away.
“…Kasha,” Namir finished, and snapped the Masamune forward so fast he himself could not see the blade leave its scabbard, and Namir lunged forward with the Masamune. He watched Kogi’s expression as the blade connected with him; Kogi was surprised. As the Masamune cleaved Kogi’s left hip all the way up to his right shoulder, a giant flower like energy flux emerged from the blade, and burst into Kogi, sending its fragments deep into spots all over his body. As quick and powerful as Namir’s attack was, it did not counter Kogi’s momentum fast enough; Namir was still moving forward himself. Kogi’s fist connected squarely with Namir’s skull, energy smashing into him. Time seemed to restore itself, and both Namir and Kogi flew backwards from the force of each others attacks. The last thing Namir remembered before his vision faded to black was seeing the blood seep from the wound he inflicted across Kogi’s chest. Kogi’s blood dripped from his Masamune as he flew through the air. His grip weakened, the world fading to black. He could not feel his body; he could not feel at all. He had landed his blow onto Kogi, and that’s all that mattered.
“You said, ‘I told you… I told you I would kill you’ as you landed. I caught you Namirrr.” Miyana finished, staring at Namir intently. “Namirrr? Arrre you ok?”
“I told you… I would kill you…” Namir whispered silently in unison as he lost his sight. The world faded into the background, everything turning black abruptly.
“Miyana, you were there. I think… I think I…” Namir trailed, ever so softly as he lost consciousness. His body went limp, and he fell to the floor hard. Miyana rushed to him, and caught him in her arms. She stroked his hair lightly as she held him. She looked up at Gilgamesh, who was standing at his feet, hands arched over his desk so he could get a good look at Namir. Gilgamesh smiled brightly.
“What is it?” Miyana asked. Gilgamesh laughed lightly.
“I think that went rather well my fine feline friend. I think that went rather well.” Gilgamesh sat back in his chair.
“Welcome back old friend. Now let’s go clean this mess up.” Gilgamesh began laughing again, his laughter full of life. Miyana smiled slightly, and put her head close to Namir’s ear.
“I loved you Misterrr Rrranger…I hope you rrremember that too.” she whispered softly.
Things were beginning to look up; at least she hoped they were.
OMG Mistra that is an amazing story i can't wait to read more
Thank you for the good feedback! Here ya go, Chapter 9, enjoy!
Chapter 9
Namir awoke with a start, his motions jittery as he opened his eyes. It was dark, and he could barely see. After his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could see Miyana sitting at the edge of his bed, unmoving. He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows. Miyana heard him move, and turned around quickly, noticing his newfound consciousness. She turned her head away from him, her back to his face again.
“Seems like you rrremember who you arrre Namirrr,” she said softly. Namir remained silent, watching Miyana. “It’s funny, all these yearrrs, I wonderrr if the rrrumors arrre trrrue. If the once grrreat descendant of Masterrr Yoshimbo trrruly had lost his wits and rrrun away. I wasn’t therrre when you left us. You took off, and I did not see you one time until that night when the Tenshodo werrre destrroyed. Do you know why I joined the Tenshodo? I left Norrrg, with perrrmission from Gilgamesh, to trry and find you. The Tenshodo had morrre ways of infiltrrration that Norrrg did, they werrre based closerrr to the big cities. When I joined with them, I was disappointed. Yourrr name had neverrr even been hearrrd by most of the Tenshodo. Not at all. I was horrrrified, I had watched you take a beating like no living being should possibly have to take, and I watched you prrrevail all at the same time. You defeated a crrriminal that was notorrrious forrrr his ways, and I thought you would be rrremembered for it at least. But that was not exactly how things worked out Namirrr. Afterrr yourrr horrrific fight with Kogi, he disappearrred. We carrred for him in Norrrg for a time, and then one day he just left. Gone. No one knew wherrre he went, and the rrrrumors of his disappearrrance starrrted getting arrround. Goinchi, his masterrr, used this to his advantage. People shamed him forrrr failing a student, forrr allowing such a prrromising prrrotégé succumb to the lust forrr powerrr. He claimed Kogi’s dissapearrrance as his own doing, saying that he confrrronted and killed Kogi beforrre he became a majorrr prrroblem. I said nothing. As enrrraged as it made me to have to hearrr that a grrreat name was going unnoticed, I could not do anything to fix it,” Miyana began to cry softly. Namir couldn’t see her tears, but he could hear the stiffness in her voice; she was very sad. “2 yearrrs I waited Namirrr, two yearrrs, until I finally caught worrrd of yourrr name once again. Aldo had been allied with Norg, and Gilgamesh told him of my hunt forrr you. He sent a numberrr of the Tenshodo out into the fourrr cities to trrry and catch wind of yourrr name. When I finally rrreceived worrrd that you werrre in Windurrrst, therrre was nothing I could do to trrry and find you; the Tenshodo was verrry busy gatherrring inforrrmation about otherrr affairrrs. I decided it would be best to leave you be, if you hadn’t rrremembered anything by then, I did not think you everrr would. To my surrrprise, a yearrr later, you werrre rrreported to be spying on us. I told Gilgamesh rrright away, that you had arrrived in Jeuno, and had been drrrawn to the Tenshodo. Gilgamesh did not fully agrrree with me. He thought it was just in yourrr naturrre to be amongst brrrrethren similarrr to Norrrg. Afterrr the one sighting we caught of you, you werrre not seen again forrr some time. But that one time was all I needed to know you werrre alive. We knew yourrr memorrry was shot afterrr you fought Kogi. You had been hit with such trrremendous forrrce in the skull.” Miyana twisted around, facing Namir. He looked right at her, and found himself unable to respond. He didn’t know what to feel. It was his fault, all of it. He had to hold himself accountable, even if he lost his memory; Miyana he could tell, felt deeply for him. He didn’t have to ask. He just knew, or maybe he just remembered? He stared into her tear ridden eyes and felt himself become enveloped in his own emotions.
“And herrre we arrre now Misterrr Rrranger. Herrre we arrre now. Aldo told me about how you looked now, but I see no differrrence than when you left all those yearrrs ago. I see you as you werrre to me all that time ago. Maybe I am foolish to think that way; maybe I am just acting like too much of a woman. Is therrre any love left in you Namirrr? Forrr anything? Do you feel anything forrr wherrre you came frrrom? Forrr what yourrr cause was? Do you even miss the feel of the Masamune in yourrr hands? …Did you miss me?” Tears slowly left her eyes, rolling down her smooth face ever so softly. Her beautiful eyes were locked onto Namir, searching for an answer; some hint that he was all that he used to be. Namir sighed slightly, feeling agonizingly guilty.
“Miyana…” he started, extending his hand out to her. She turned away, facing away from him once more. He rest his hand on the bed, taking a deep breath as he did so.
“When I met you again forrr the firrrst time in yearrrs, that night the Tenshodo werrre destrrroyed, my hearrrt skipped beats Namirrr. I knew you would not rrremember me. I wanted to give you time to trrry. Afterrr a time, I rrrealized that maybe I was foolish to think you would rrremember anything at all. That maybe you werrre no longer the Namirrr I knew long ago.” She trailed, quiet for a moment. Namir still could not speak. He did not know what to say; the guilt he felt was immeasurable. She stopped crying.
“But then I rrrrealized something else Namirrr. When I saw you fight out in the jungle, I knew. I knew you werrre the Namirrr I carrred forrr. I knew you always would be… just frrrom that moment.” Miyana turned her body around, facing Namir again once more. She crawled closer to him, until her face was inches from his own. He still said nothing. She rested her forehead on his, her breathing soft. Namir’s heartbeat quickened, his will against his attraction to her totally evaporating.
“My god you’re beautiful,” he thought, mind melting. She wrapped her arms around him, and lifted her head, staring into his eyes. Namir returned her gaze, her fierce blue eyes shining like two magnificent gems. The tension was growing, so fast that he couldn’t stand it. Miyana apparently couldn’t either, because in a split second her lips enveloped his own, she tackled him to his back in the bed. Namir was shocked at her sudden enthusiasm, but he wasn’t about to complain. Miyana’s lips parted from Namir’s for a moment, her breathing rough and heavy.
“I waited so many yearrrs to have you back Namirrr. I’m glad you’rrre back,” she said, hugging Namir tightly. Namir shifted slightly, trying not to succumb completely to his desires. Miyana seemed to pick up on his hesitation, and laughed softly.
“What is it?” Namir said, breaking his long silence at last.
“Rrrelax Misterrr Rrranger. Ninjas… arrre verrry flexible,” she said scantily, with a seductive grin on her face. Namir couldn’t take it anymore, her encouragement made him want her all the more, and he could no longer resist.
“I was right about you, you are a bad kitty,” he said. Miyana laughed, all the while maintaining her intent look.
“You’rrre damn rrrright I am,” she said flatly, immediately locking her lips to his once more and tackling him back down onto the bed. Time seemed to stop as they made love, emotions sweeping back over the two of them.
“I just wish I could remember more of this too,” Namir thought sadly. The night stretched on, and their love became solid once more.
Chapter 9
Namir awoke with a start, his motions jittery as he opened his eyes. It was dark, and he could barely see. After his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could see Miyana sitting at the edge of his bed, unmoving. He sat up a little, propping himself up on his elbows. Miyana heard him move, and turned around quickly, noticing his newfound consciousness. She turned her head away from him, her back to his face again.
“Seems like you rrremember who you arrre Namirrr,” she said softly. Namir remained silent, watching Miyana. “It’s funny, all these yearrrs, I wonderrr if the rrrumors arrre trrrue. If the once grrreat descendant of Masterrr Yoshimbo trrruly had lost his wits and rrrun away. I wasn’t therrre when you left us. You took off, and I did not see you one time until that night when the Tenshodo werrre destrroyed. Do you know why I joined the Tenshodo? I left Norrrg, with perrrmission from Gilgamesh, to trry and find you. The Tenshodo had morrre ways of infiltrrration that Norrrg did, they werrre based closerrr to the big cities. When I joined with them, I was disappointed. Yourrr name had neverrr even been hearrrd by most of the Tenshodo. Not at all. I was horrrrified, I had watched you take a beating like no living being should possibly have to take, and I watched you prrrevail all at the same time. You defeated a crrriminal that was notorrrious forrrr his ways, and I thought you would be rrremembered for it at least. But that was not exactly how things worked out Namirrr. Afterrr yourrr horrrific fight with Kogi, he disappearrred. We carrred for him in Norrrg for a time, and then one day he just left. Gone. No one knew wherrre he went, and the rrrrumors of his disappearrrance starrrted getting arrround. Goinchi, his masterrr, used this to his advantage. People shamed him forrrr failing a student, forrr allowing such a prrromising prrrotégé succumb to the lust forrr powerrr. He claimed Kogi’s dissapearrrance as his own doing, saying that he confrrronted and killed Kogi beforrre he became a majorrr prrroblem. I said nothing. As enrrraged as it made me to have to hearrr that a grrreat name was going unnoticed, I could not do anything to fix it,” Miyana began to cry softly. Namir couldn’t see her tears, but he could hear the stiffness in her voice; she was very sad. “2 yearrrs I waited Namirrr, two yearrrs, until I finally caught worrrd of yourrr name once again. Aldo had been allied with Norg, and Gilgamesh told him of my hunt forrr you. He sent a numberrr of the Tenshodo out into the fourrr cities to trrry and catch wind of yourrr name. When I finally rrreceived worrrd that you werrre in Windurrrst, therrre was nothing I could do to trrry and find you; the Tenshodo was verrry busy gatherrring inforrrmation about otherrr affairrrs. I decided it would be best to leave you be, if you hadn’t rrremembered anything by then, I did not think you everrr would. To my surrrprise, a yearrr later, you werrre rrreported to be spying on us. I told Gilgamesh rrright away, that you had arrrived in Jeuno, and had been drrrawn to the Tenshodo. Gilgamesh did not fully agrrree with me. He thought it was just in yourrr naturrre to be amongst brrrrethren similarrr to Norrrg. Afterrr the one sighting we caught of you, you werrre not seen again forrr some time. But that one time was all I needed to know you werrre alive. We knew yourrr memorrry was shot afterrr you fought Kogi. You had been hit with such trrremendous forrrce in the skull.” Miyana twisted around, facing Namir. He looked right at her, and found himself unable to respond. He didn’t know what to feel. It was his fault, all of it. He had to hold himself accountable, even if he lost his memory; Miyana he could tell, felt deeply for him. He didn’t have to ask. He just knew, or maybe he just remembered? He stared into her tear ridden eyes and felt himself become enveloped in his own emotions.
“And herrre we arrre now Misterrr Rrranger. Herrre we arrre now. Aldo told me about how you looked now, but I see no differrrence than when you left all those yearrrs ago. I see you as you werrre to me all that time ago. Maybe I am foolish to think that way; maybe I am just acting like too much of a woman. Is therrre any love left in you Namirrr? Forrr anything? Do you feel anything forrr wherrre you came frrrom? Forrr what yourrr cause was? Do you even miss the feel of the Masamune in yourrr hands? …Did you miss me?” Tears slowly left her eyes, rolling down her smooth face ever so softly. Her beautiful eyes were locked onto Namir, searching for an answer; some hint that he was all that he used to be. Namir sighed slightly, feeling agonizingly guilty.
“Miyana…” he started, extending his hand out to her. She turned away, facing away from him once more. He rest his hand on the bed, taking a deep breath as he did so.
“When I met you again forrr the firrrst time in yearrrs, that night the Tenshodo werrre destrrroyed, my hearrrt skipped beats Namirrr. I knew you would not rrremember me. I wanted to give you time to trrry. Afterrr a time, I rrrealized that maybe I was foolish to think you would rrremember anything at all. That maybe you werrre no longer the Namirrr I knew long ago.” She trailed, quiet for a moment. Namir still could not speak. He did not know what to say; the guilt he felt was immeasurable. She stopped crying.
“But then I rrrrealized something else Namirrr. When I saw you fight out in the jungle, I knew. I knew you werrre the Namirrr I carrred forrr. I knew you always would be… just frrrom that moment.” Miyana turned her body around, facing Namir again once more. She crawled closer to him, until her face was inches from his own. He still said nothing. She rested her forehead on his, her breathing soft. Namir’s heartbeat quickened, his will against his attraction to her totally evaporating.
“My god you’re beautiful,” he thought, mind melting. She wrapped her arms around him, and lifted her head, staring into his eyes. Namir returned her gaze, her fierce blue eyes shining like two magnificent gems. The tension was growing, so fast that he couldn’t stand it. Miyana apparently couldn’t either, because in a split second her lips enveloped his own, she tackled him to his back in the bed. Namir was shocked at her sudden enthusiasm, but he wasn’t about to complain. Miyana’s lips parted from Namir’s for a moment, her breathing rough and heavy.
“I waited so many yearrrs to have you back Namirrr. I’m glad you’rrre back,” she said, hugging Namir tightly. Namir shifted slightly, trying not to succumb completely to his desires. Miyana seemed to pick up on his hesitation, and laughed softly.
“What is it?” Namir said, breaking his long silence at last.
“Rrrelax Misterrr Rrranger. Ninjas… arrre verrry flexible,” she said scantily, with a seductive grin on her face. Namir couldn’t take it anymore, her encouragement made him want her all the more, and he could no longer resist.
“I was right about you, you are a bad kitty,” he said. Miyana laughed, all the while maintaining her intent look.
“You’rrre damn rrrright I am,” she said flatly, immediately locking her lips to his once more and tackling him back down onto the bed. Time seemed to stop as they made love, emotions sweeping back over the two of them.
“I just wish I could remember more of this too,” Namir thought sadly. The night stretched on, and their love became solid once more.
Also, a new chapter will be posted sunday morning/saturday evening. Tomorrow afternoon will be very busy for me, and I more than likely won't be done with work til around 8PM.
man that is some great writing Mistra. I definitely can't wait to read more
tonicfly said:
I'm very glad that you are enjoying it, here's chapter 10, enjoy~
Also, things have been pretty busy, I will write more as soon as I can, don't worry! =).
Chapter 10
Kogi shivered slightly as walked down the long dark hallway. Castle Zvhal was huge, but it was still cold inside. He thought briefly about the mission his master had given him, it seemed to be pretty important, but not really a difficult task. All Kogi had to do was wait, and he would eventually find the Kindred Master. Demon’s were so predictable, they lurk in the shadows until they think they have you cornered, then, when they are sure you are panicking, they show themselves, and act like they are gods who will show you mercy if you bow down to them… then they kill you. Kogi smiled.
“Let’s play a simple game of Cat and Mouse, Kindred. Come out come out wherever you are!” he thought slyly, amused with his idea. He detected a flash of moment off to his left, on one of the upper ledges of the hallway. It was all about playing the game, and Kogi was making the rules, even if the Kindred didn’t know it. Kogi began to concentrate, silently building up his Chi energy. He knew the Kindred wouldn’t even know what was coming; demon’s had no knowledge of Chi energy, and wouldn’t be able to detect his build up until it was extremely high. He was going to try and make it screamingly obvious that he was there by building up his Chi to the maximum level; demon’s loved a juicy target. He felt his energy surge through him like a warm, slow pulse. His limbs became visibly larger, and the air around him was vivid with small electrical outlines circulating over his body. He felt another faint movement, this time off to his right, down a long corridor; he couldn’t see the other side. Another pulse of energy surged through his body.
“Where are you… hmmm,” Kogi pondered, trying to pinpoint the faint movements he kept feeling. He closed his eyes, feeling another pulse travel through him. His entire physical being was rich in energy, and he was almost to his limit. Another small movement, behind him this time alerted his senses, but he did not turn around to address it. He kept his eyes closed, focusing ever more.
“I feel you… but do you feel me yet?” Kogi waited patiently for one more hint to the Kindred’s location. He sent another surge rushing through his body, and as he did so felt the Kindred’s presence strongly, the demon was out in plain sight! “Found you.” Kogi opened his eyes, sending all of his energy blasting out of his body at an incredible speed, directly at the Kindred, who in a last ditch effort raised its evil hands in a vain attempt to shield itself. Kogi’s Chi Blast was amazing, engulfing a large portion of the room as it caressed towards the surprised demon. The blast surrounded the demon entirely, picking him up and slamming him into the castle wall so hard that the stone cracked in several places; its body slumped to the ground. Kogi grinned, and walked calmly over to the broken body down the corridor, footsteps echoing eerily with his swaggering waltz. He looked down upon the demon as he approached, surveying the damage he had done.
“I surprise myself sometimes…” Kogi mused to himself. The demon was a mess, blood from its face and open wounds in its sides oozing onto the cold obsidian floor. Kogi stopped in front of the Kindred. A dark veil closed over Kogi’s face and body as he stepped out of the dim light, illuminating his fiercely strong muscles and vicious eyes; even to a demon, Kogi looked beyond evil. The demon stared at Kogi in what appeared to be awe and fear, something a demon rarely felt. It’s breath’s were heavy, demonic chest heaving up and down. Kogi could hear the Kindred’s heartbeat, very fast.
“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you Kindred?” Kogi thought as he stared down at the pathetic wreck of mass before him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?” Kogi inquired sarcastically to the demon. It said nothing, just continued to eye Kogi with utter hatred. Kogi smiled, shadows lowering just below his nose. “I’m going to make this simple,” Kogi said, arrogance rising in his voice, “You and the rest of your demon kind are going to serve me, and my master.” Kogi turned his back to the demon, waiting for a response. The demon took in a deep gargled breath.
“Ssserve you?” its raspy voice rattled, “Why would we sssserve you?” It was obvious the demon was choking on its own blood. Kogi placed a foot on the demon’s chest, applying a good amount of pressure. Blood oozed out of the wounds in its sides as he did so, causing the demon to wince in obvious pain. Kogi appeared un-amused by the pain he was causing the Kindred, and pressed down harder.
“You will serve me, because I told you to,” Kogi stated, keeping it simple. Kogi began building up his Chi again, letting the energy flow freely around him. The electric waves that washed over his body charred the demon below him, and it screamed in a guttural pain.
“Go back and tell the rest of them that Danté Lione will be expecting your Kindred Sentinel Guard in the main chamber tonight. He will have a special reward for you if you fail to deliver this message. If you do not believe me, then wait and find out demon, wait and find out…” Kogi trailed, finishing one last eccentric boost. Kogi did not wait for a response from the demon. He picked it up with one powerful arm by the neck, ignoring the blood it spewed from its wounds, and tossed it in the air before him, immediately firing off his Chi. It smashed into the demon once more, mashing it in the opposite direction of Kogi. He lost sight of the demon as its body traveled down the dim lit hallway, its screams of pain echoing eerily as it flew.
“Everything is going as planned.” Kogi took a step backwards, surveying the cracks in the wall he had made sending the demon flying into it. “It’s almost time… Namir, you better not be late.” The ancient Castle Zvahl was a dark and terrible place, and so was Kogi’s soul, and their existence together was a perfect match. Kogi began walking down the corridor once more with a renewed sense of excitement, until he could no longer be seen.
Raelina said:
Thank you! As promised, here is chapter 11! Very, very long. In fact, I'll re-iterate that. THIS POST IS A WALL OF TEXT! =P
However, it's an exciting chapter!
Enjoy!~
Chapter 11
Namir opened his eyes slowly, taking in his first breaths of a new day. He started to shift his weight, but stopped when he realized he would wake Miyana, who was curled up cutely with her head resting on his chest. The bottom half of her body was covered by the fine blanket that draped over them both, while the rest of her was bare. Namir looked at her a moment, taken with her extreme beauty.
“Did that all really happen?” Namir wondered, thinking back to the previous night. He was feeling much better than he had been the last few days, his limbs were no longer sore, and he felt extremely refreshed, although very hungry. It had been at least two days since he had anything to eat, and his hunger was beginning to gnaw at him ferociously. He stretched as slowly as he could, extending his arms out in front of him. His slight movement made Miyana stir, and she slowly lifted her head and looked at him. He looked into her eyes, and she gave him a vivacious smile.
“Good morrrning Misterrr Rrranger,” she said softly, smile still vivid.
“Good morning Miyana,” Namir replied, giving her a smile of his own. Miyana rose out of bed, not bashful in the slightest as she searched for her garments on the floor. Namir couldn’t help but stare. Miyana flashed him a look, and grinned as she noticed his fixation on her. Namir got out of out bed as well, and began dressing. A loud quick knock at the door sounded, and the door was immediately opened. Namir and Miyana both turned around to face the door quickly, and Miyana brought up the remainder of her garments up to hide her exposed chest. Namir remained motionless. Gilgamesh stepped through the door, and immediately retreated.
“Mi..Miyana I apologize, I did not realize you weren’t dressed!” He sounded from behind the door, leaving it cracked slightly.
“Not a prrroblem ‘Mesh,” she replied without hesitation, “What is it?” Gilgamesh paused for a moment, allowing Miyana time to finish putting on her fine mesh chain mail armor and wrap her black gi around it. Gilgamesh stepped inside, and closed the door.
“I understand you two just woke up, but we have more to discuss, and we don’t have a lot of time to do it. Namir, I need to talk with you in private after you eat. I am having food prepared for the both of you, and also am having storable vittles prepared as well. We have some work to do.” Gilgamesh said quickly, his eyes stern and his expression hurried. Namir nodded.
“Alright Gilgamesh, thank you for the food, you have no idea how hungry I am right now.” Namir admitted, mind set solely on the thought of appeasing his famished stomach. Miyana giggled slightly.
“Thank you ‘Mesh, we will talk soon,” she said, fussing with her hair. Gilgamesh smiled slightly, and bowed.
“Good. We will discuss the rest of these matters in my quarters after your meal. He began to exit the room, and then stopped, staying out of Miyana’s sight. He looked right at Namir and grinned whole heartedly. Namir was puzzled a moment, but understood when Gilgamesh gave him a very distinctive wink, and closed the door. Namir glanced over at Miyana, who was wrapping her tekko in an elegant looking black cloth. She reached to the floor and grabbed her small belt, with various sized black pouches attached in different locations. She glanced his way, flashing him a smile.
“Hungrrry Misterrr Rrranger?” she asked, knowing the answer. Namir felt his stomach answer for him, rumbling with his desire for food.
“Let’s go eat now!” Namir insisted, hurriedly strapping his bow to his back and walking quickly towards the door. Miyana stopped him as he opened it, and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. Namir smiled, opened the door, and took her hand as he walked outside. Namir saw two parcels placed neatly outside the door as he walked out, and quickly glanced at Miyana. She stepped out in front of Namir, grabbed the first pack, and quickly threw it over her back, tightening the leather straps to accommodate her small frame. Namir did the same, and picked up the other sack, curious about its contents. He opened the flap on the top, and smelled what seemed to be dried meat and bread. He reached inside the pouch, and pulled out a large water-skin, made from the cured stomach of a Dhalmel. Dhalmel stomachs were incredibly large, and their leathery attributes made them quite resilient, often times due to the sheer size of the stomachs of these massive creatures, one Dhalmel was sufficient in making many water parcels. Namir put the heavy skin back inside the parcel and threw the straps over his shoulder. Immediately as he did so, he heard a small commotion in the commoner area of Norg.
“Must be some hustle and tussle,” he thought absently. Miyana had opened her parcel and taken out a large strip of tender looking dried meat. She tore it more or less in half, and handed Namir a piece. Namir was grateful, but his hunger got the best of him. He immediately tore one tender bite off, and savored the wonderful seasoning. He couldn’t remember the last time he tasted something so good. He quickly ate the rest of what he had, ignoring Miyana’s giggles. Namir’s ears perked as he heard a crash in the same direction he heard the first bit of commotion earlier, sounding like something heavy had fallen down. He heard more noises, sounding angrier.
“Sounds like someone really pissed someone else off,” he thought, shrugging it off. Not a moment after his absent minded discounting went by before he heard Gilgamesh’s grand doors at the end of the hallway burst open. He heard footsteps at a quick pace in his direction, and saw Gilgamesh running as fast as he could, parcel and bow on his back, with a second katana strapped around his waist, towards them. Miyana looked surprised, letting go of Namir’s hand and positioning herself in a defensive stance. Gilgamesh slowed as he neared Namir and Miyana, pausing momentarily as if he were about to speak.
“What is it?” Namir asked nonchalantly, still focused on the explosion of flavor his mouth had endured a moment prior. Gilgamesh looked grim.
“I just got message that we are under attack. It seems we have some unwelcome visitors to Norg.” Gilgamesh said in a serious tone. His gaze was focused in the direction of the commotion. “Come one you two, let’s clear this up.” He started jogging briefly towards the commoner area, with Miyana and Namir following closely behind. Gilgamesh stopped, slightly ahead of Namir, and turned around. “Oh… and Namir,” he said, un-strapping an elegant looking blade and scabbard from the other side of his hip, “I believe this is yours.” He tossed it to Namir effortlessly. Namir caught it, immediately taking notice of the beauty of the black scabbard. It had a small tint of sea blue embedded in the surface, looking almost like a silent black ocean. At the very tip of the scabbard, a small moon was carved, with initials underlying. Namir read the initials.
“N.Y.V.,” they were his initials. Namir Yoshimbo Vasiliobi. Namir looked up expectantly at Gilgamesh, hoping for an answer. Gilgamesh grinned, and provided none. Instead, he took a quiver out of the pouch mounted on his back, and unseated the bow hanging squarely beneath it, taking both out. Namir couldn’t believe what he saw, the bow was beyond beautiful, marked with polished black wood, and the bow far outsized that of his longbow, looking deadly accurate. The bow had small flame patterns outlying both ends. The bow and the sword’s scabbard had to be the two most amazingly crafted weapons Namir had ever seen in his life. He didn’t have much time to appreciate them. Gilgamesh tossed the bow and quiver to Namir, still smiling. “And there’s something else, from me. You can thank me later, for now, put ‘em to good use ya damn Sam… er…Ranger.” Namir smiled slightly, and put the blade to his waist. He took off his worn longbow, and tossed it at Gilgamesh, along with his old quiver.
“Thanks old man. I’ll give these to you as my…er… gift… to you.” Everyone was beaming, until the sound of another equally large crashing noise as before snapped everyone’s attention back to reality.
“Right then, let’s go!” Gilgamesh shouted, continuing his sprint once more. Namir took off, mind refreshed and ready. They reached the top of a staircase that opened vastly out into an outlying among the more common area of Norg. It was utter chaos. Miyana dropped her parcel off her back down onto the wooden deck, Namir and Gilgamesh quickly did the same. Namir immediately pulled his newly acquired bow taught with a new arrow, aiming straight for one of the offenders.
“Demons…” Gilgamesh trailed, sounding astonished. “How on earth… did Demons get here? What are the Kindred thinking?” Namir’s mind was absently ignoring Gilgamesh’s words; he was taking careful aim, trying to get a feel for his bow down to the very fiber.
Miyana ripped both katana out of their scabbards, did a front flip off the first set of stairs, and disappeared before she landed. Gilgamesh seemed annoyed.
“You are NOT having all the fun!” Gilgamesh gloated, rushing down the steps. One of the demons’s tantalizing the crowd below noticed Namir on the steps, and Gilgamesh rushing down. The demon launched itself in the air, powerful wings flapping violently, and rushed straight for Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh tore his great Katana out of its scabbard, leaping at the incoming demon with impressive speed. Namir grinned as everything slowed down around him. In one fraction of a second, an eternity seemed to pass by Namir. He had finished taking aim, and released an arrow from the magnificent bow he now carried. He watched it slowly take flight, watching the arrow as it cut through the vibrations in the air. He knew it would land exactly where he aimed the moment he let go, but continued to watch, mystified. The arrow soared towards the incoming demon; it’s fletching softly flickering through the air as it traveled. The Demon never saw it coming, continuing his crawling advance towards Gilgamesh. The arrow brushed just over Gilgamesh’s shoulder, landing directly in the heart of the demon, never slowing. The arrow pierced the Demons flesh, and continued flying out its backside into the air. Namir’s vision refocused, reality restoring in his mind. The demon didn’t make a sound, immediately falling to the ground with its force of motion; it missed Gilgamesh by an entire foot, dropping its devilishly curved sword in the process. Gilgamesh landed, immediately sheathing his great katana. He looked annoyingly up at Namir, and raised a fist.
“I swear it! You two are out to ruin this for me!” he shouted, and launched himself into the fray. Norg’s guardsmen were out now, fending off the demon hoard as best they could. The Demon numbers were quite impressive, and they all carried a multitude of various weapons. The Demons were well known for their practice in dark magic, and some even dabbled in magic from the ancients, although it had never been seen before, it certainly was a rumor. Namir launched himself over the side of the railing, un-quivering another arrow as he fell. He rolled as he landed, taking immediate aim at a demon about to deliver a killing blow unto a Norg Guardsmen about twelve yards away, and fired off an ingeniously accurate shot. The arrow struck the demon in the skull. The Demon had no time to react, it was dead as soon as the arrow hit. The guard looked over in Namir’s direction, raising his hands in a sign of thanks. The guard couldn’t see what was behind him, Namir grabbed another arrow, but it was too late, another demon had snuck up on the soldier, and swung its devilish scythe’s blade directly through the mans heart. Namir turned around a moment, launching himself onto one of the wooden support beams for the staircase, and throwing his weight off the first foot that hit. He took aim as he soared, and fired an arrow directly through the demons neck, blood spurting violently from the open wound. The demon appeared to be choking on its own blood, but Namir could see it chanting a small incantation from across the room, and dove out of the way just in time. A searing flash of lightning arced from the demon’s outstretched dieing hand, and barely missed Namir. The bolt struck one of the support beams behind Namir, and it exploded in a flash of woodchips and grain. Namir got up immediately, running as fast as he could to the center of the ground floor, attempting to take aim on another Demon. Even as he ran, he could tell Norg was winning, he saw Gilgamesh in the fray, snow-white garments flashing in a blaze. He saw Miyana, disappearing in and out of the frenzy, making small lethal strikes as she went. Namir pulled tight another arrow, letting it fly into an un-expectant demon attempting to corner one of the guardsmen.
“Namirrr, look out!” he heard Miyana shout from across the room, he turned around only to see a Demon rushing him from the air, sword aiming straight for his heart, spinning so fast he couldn’t keep up. Immediately Miyana appeared in front of him, flying so fast through the air that she slammed into the Demon, knocking it silly, and spinning to the ground. She got up, carefully circling it as it got up off the ground. The Demon hissed at her, clearly angered. Namir got up, aiming steadily for the Demon’s skull. Miyana, shook her head, never leaving her gaze from her pray, telling Namir to put the arrow down. The Demon rose up, and with impressive speed, rushed Miyana.
“Utsusemi no jutsu!” Miyana yelled. Namir watched, fascinated, as copies of Miyana began to spread out all about her. There were five identical copies of Miyana, now encircling the Demon. The Demon’s blade slammed into what appeared to be her, but the image wisped away like wind as he struck. Not even Namir was sure where the real Miyana was at this point. Her figurines smiled defiantly as the Demon regained itself, and turned around to face her images.
“She’s toying with it,” Namir realized, staring fascinated. He heard a shrill insult come from behind him. Namir shook his head, grabbed an arrow slowly out of his quiver, pulled it taught as he turned around, and launched it straight through the chest of his attacker, point blank. Its surprised look quickly turned into a blank look as its eyes careened into the back of its head.
“First rule, if you’re going to kill someone, do it silently,” Namir mused, turning back around to see Miyana. Her pray was frustrated, he could tell. It was absently charging the nearest of her shadows. Unfortunately for the creature, Miyana’s images looked bored, and easily leapt out of the way of the attacker. Namir was further perplexed when he saw her vanish completely, and the Demon apparently was as well. It howled, enraged, and began to charge Namir once again. It didn’t go far. Namir stood amazed as Miyana fully materialized seemingly out of thin air, Katana first. She had gotten in front of the Demon, and without looking, had stabbed it through the heart. The blood flowed quickly from the wound, but the Demon was not dead. The Demon attempted to swing its armed hand down at Miyana, but to no prevail. Miyana, still without looking, effortlessly did a back flip up and over the Demon’s head, slicing it clean off its shoulders as she did so. She landed on its opposite side as it fell to the ground lifeless, and looked in Namir’s direction. She gave him a wink, and before he could smile back at her, she was gone again. Namir turned around; the Demons were thinning out in numbers. The guardsmen were cornering the last few, firing arrows into their thinning ranks. Namir watched Gilgamesh slide along the dirt, arcing his great Katana fiercely into an unsuspecting Demons midsection, effectively splitting it into two pieces that fell to the ground in a bloody mass. Gilgamesh’s white garb was no longer white; in fact, Namir couldn’t tell if Gilgamesh’s clothing had ever even been white in the first place at this point. Just as the last of the cornered Demons were being killed, an enormous rumble shook the ground, knocking some of the guardsmen off their feet. A black vortex appeared in the vicinity above them, and out of it came the largest Demon Namir had ever seen. He heard a hushed, quick whisper in his ear pass by, and recognized the voice immediately.
“Follow my lead Misterrr Rrranger,” Miyana said as she brushed by. Namir couldn’t see her, but had a feeling she knew what she was doing. Gilgamesh gazed up at the large beast exiting the portal above, and looked to Namir.
“That’s a Kindred,” he said matter-of-factly, “ ‘es a biggun.” Gilgamesh grinned at Namir. Namir wasn’t so sure this was the time for grinning, the guardsmen were firing arrows at this great creature as the portal closed, and they bounced harmlessly away; the Kindred was obviously protected by some sort of field surrounding it. The Kindred’s great voice boomed down below onto them.
“Our master sends his regards,” its deep voice bellowed. The great being swept its hands up together in a slow movement towards its face, chanting as it did so. Gilgamesh looked towards Namir once more.
“This is where things go boom. This is where a lot of things go boom!” he shouted, diving for cover as he did so. Namir didn’t waste any time, he immediately took the hint and ran towards the stanchions underneath the great staircase.
“Stop!” a hushed whisper shouted out in his ears. He stopped moving. “I told you, follow my lead!” Miyana assured. The Demon was concentrating, and the guardsmen below were panicking in frenzy, their arrows were not doing anything to the great creature.
“I don’t blame them,” Namir thought as he watched the Kindred chant. A great black flux began emerging in front of the giant Demon, twisting around in an eerie fashion. The orb began building in size, and swirled with dark colors. The Kindred looked up slowly as it neared the end of its chant, and sang out the last pitch in a demonic tone.
“NOW!” Miyana rang out. Namir caught glimpse of her jumping gracefully towards the demon, hands furiously moving in front of her body. Even as she was moving, she was concentrating immensely. She removed a small strip of paper with an imprinted seal from one of her pouches on her belt, and opened her eyes.
“Rrraiton-san Jutsu!!” she screamed, letting the small slip fly out of her outstretched hand. Namir took the hint, grabbed an arrow immediately from his quiver, pulled it tight, and took a quick careful aim. He held his breath as he aimed, time seemingly stopping once again.
“Miyana, you are a genius,” Namir thought as he released his grip on the arrow, letting go of his breath. The arrow flew with deadly accuracy, piercing the symbol on Miyana’s paper and carrying it directly into the throat of the great Kindred Demon. The demon immediately stopped its incantation, the giant orb of energy disappearing as he did so. The Demon appeared to choke a moment, and then began writhing in agony. Immediately a giant burst of thunder erupted around the demons head, evaporating the flesh completely, exposing only the massive white skull of the creature as it fried. The lightning swirled around its entire body, searing its flesh in a most un-dignified manner. If it weren’t for the fact that a giant Demon was burning to death while floating in the air, Namir would have thought the lightning storm beautiful, however, on this occasion, he was simply in pure awe of Miyana’s ninjutsu mastery. The Kindred fell out of the sky, landing hard on the ground. Namir wrinkled his nose at the stench the burnt flesh of the creature caused, and found that he was unable to remove his gaze from the exposed white skull of its head. He looked uneasily at Gilgamesh, who as always had a huge smile on his face. The guardsmen surrounding them had great looks of confusion on their faces, but they knew one thing was clear, they had won the battle. All of them smugly began to imitate Gilgamesh’s inspiring grin, and began examining their wounded comrades. Miyana walked calmly over to Namir, blood smeared everywhere on her black garments, but was untouched as usual. Gilgamesh had a small cut on his shoulder from what Namir could tell as he walked towards them, but seemed giddy as ever.
“Nice shot!” Gilgamesh called out as he made his way over. Namir waved weakly in response, trying his best to fake a smile. “Well that was exciting!” he exclaimed to Namir, patting him on the back rigorously as he approached. Namir couldn’t help but grin now; Gilgamesh certainly had a knack for brining a light tone to any situation, especially considering they had just fought a battle defending Norg, with dead Demon and Guard bodies littering almost every corner.
“I don’t know if exciting is exactly the way to put it, but ok.” Namir said flatly, strapping his bow to his back. Gilgamesh eyed it as he did so.
“It’s called the Shigetto,” he said. Namir looked up.
“What?”
“The bow, it’s called the Shigetto. I made it myself,” Gilgamesh replied defiantly. Namir nodded slightly, clearly greatful.
“Thank you, it is without a doubt the finest weapon I’ve ever used,” Namir said honestly. Gilgamesh grunted, giving an obvious “I know” overtone to Namir. Namir smiled once again.
“What did we learrrn frrrom this?” Miyana inquired quietly, leaning up against a post on the staircase with her head tilted down in her usual fashion. Gilgamesh didn’t hesitate.
“That was probably the worst mistake Danté could have made.” Gilgamesh seemed deep in thought suddenly. Namir was confused.
“Danté?”
“Yes. Danté,” Gilgamesh said. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you before, because you passed out after your recollection of your past.”
“Or at least part of it,” Namir thought, interjecting.
“Danté is the entity you saw that commanded the gods the night he and Kogi appeared. I didn’t have a chance to explain what Danté is…” Gilgamesh trailed, hesitating a moment. “Thing is, I didn’t know where they were anyways, and this blatant attack on Norg was the worst thing Danté could have done if he wanted his plans to remain secret.” Gilgamesh explained.
“So… what does this mean then?” Namir asked, noticing how quiet Miyana was. She always seemed quiet when it came to information, like it was something she secretly already knew. Or perhaps it was just her staying focused, either way, Namir couldn’t tell.
“It means,” Gilgamesh continued, drawing out the sentence, “that Danté is in Xarcabard.” Namir’s eyebrows perked.
“Of course! They reside in Castle Zvahl do they not?”
“Bingo. And the fact that a Kindred appeared tonight only strengthens the proof.”
“All right then, so… what now?” Namir asked. Miyana laughed slightly, still staring at the floor.
“My boy, we go to Xarcabard, that’s what!” Gilgamesh exclaimed, sounding almost happy. Namir groaned; he hated the cold place with a passion.
“And how do we go about getting there?” Namir asked, puzzled. “Xarcabard is very far away from here, it would take weeks to get there!” Namir was even more perplexed by the widespread grin slowly appearing across Gilgamesh’s mouth.
“I take it Namir,” Gilgamesh said, beaming with seemingly endless joy, “that you have never heard of a White Mage.”
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Alright guys! I'm sorry for the long delay >< It's been a busy last couple of weeks with me moving and getting all settled in, returning to FFXI and then going back underway for 10 days! lol.
Anyways! Here's chapter twelve, enjoy! Lemme know what you think!
Also, adjusted spacing for easier reading, since just about every chapter is incredibly long. Totals 40 something odd pages in MS word now.
Chapter 12
Namir followed Gilgamesh and Miyana quietly as they passed by the merchants and vendors that lined the market area of Norg’s damp hallways. His thoughts shifted from the intense fight that had taken place a moment before, and were now focused on Kogi. More and more his memory was coming back to him in small bits and pieces. He began to remember his first interactions with Gilgamesh, his wanting to come to Norg; his initial fascination with the blade, and his training as a Samurai. Much of it was still hazy, but he was taking in as much as he could, with much less shock than his initial flood of remembrance.
“Listen to me Namir,” his father’s voice rang in his head, “someday you will grow to be a fine man, and a proud warrior. Carry on the line of our family, and take up the sword as Yoshimbo once did. I leave you with the Masamune, boy. Revel in it’s power… the blade will take care of you so long as you cherish it with all your heart. Never forget your ties, Namir… never.”
Namir’s thoughts were interrupted by Gilgamesh’s fist banging loudly on a small door at the end of the hallway they had been walking down. Gilgamesh waited a moment, and frowned. He banged on the door again.
“What do you want!!” a shrill, high pitched voice rang out behind from behind the door.
“Damnit… Diwi get out here!” Gilgamesh shouted in an annoyed tone.
“Why should I?!” the voice sounded back, “Last time you wanted me to do something for you I almost died! You know how dangerous it is out there?!”
Gilgamesh sighed, frown still clearly visible on the cracks of his mouth. He took four steps back, and ran at the small door, and extended his foot forward with his momentum. His foot collided with the wood, sending the door collapsing straight off the hinges. Namir peered inside. A small Tarutaru woman was staring at Gilgamesh, seemingly in shock. She darted behind her bed, out of sight.
“Diwi! I need you damnit, get out from over there!” Gilgamesh demanded; he shot Namir a glance, raising one hand over his mouth, “Damned White Mage… I tell you they are all the biggest cowards ever!”
“I heard that you big bully!” Diwi shouted, sounding shrill again. She walked out from behind her bed, trying her best to look furious. It didn’t work; she just succeeded in looking cute instead. Gilgamesh laughed heartily, and gave Namir another look.
“Namir, this is Diwi. She’s our resident White Mage,” he said, glancing back at Diwi.
“Kind of an odd place for a Tarutaru White Mage to be, isn’t it?” Namir asked, puzzled.
“No!” Diwi shouted at Namir, still trying to pout. “I came here a long time ago! I like it!”
“Calm down, calm down…” Miyana piped up, stepping within view of Diwi.
“Miya!!!” Diwi shouted, running quickly on her stubby short legs toward Miyana, arms outstretched. Miyana caught Diwi and picked her up, giving her a quick hug, and setting her back down again.
“Good to see you too, Tarrrutaru,” Miyana purred. Diwi scowled at Gilgamesh, tapping her tiny foot all the while. Her white robes swished back and forth as she did so, making her look like a bobbing coconut. Namir bent down, and poked Diwi’s cheek curiously, he was always fascinated with Tarutaru.
“Hey! What’s the big idea you big jerk!” Diwi snapped, poking Namir on the chin. Namir stood up, rubbing his chin.
“You’re pretty feisty aren’t you?” He asked, slightly put-off by Diwi’s attitude.
“Oh yes, she’s a feisty one all right,” Gilgamesh chimed in, “She’s also lazy! Diwi, we need to hurry, go get ready, take some food.” Diwi sighed, still glaring at Gilgamesh, and walked inside her house, trotting over the door as she went. Namir could hear her bustling around inside.
“She may be small, but she’s a powerful little thing,” Gilgamesh offered, addressing no one in particular. “She came here by accident a long time ago, purely just exploring. She had a bad run-in with the undead that swarm the caverns leading up to Norg. The grotto didn’t welcome her at all, and she found Norg while running frantically for her life. She’s been here ever since.” Gilgamesh paused a moment, thinking over what he had just said. “She’s still a pain in the ass though!” he shouted, glancing inside her small retreat.
“Likewise!” Diwi shouted back, trotting lazily up to the door. “Look what you did again ‘Mesh! I want you to fix that!!” she shouted angrily, waving her little fist at Gilgamesh.
Namir glanced at Gilgamesh, “…Again?” Namir questioned, curious. Gilgamesh winced a little.
“He makes a habit of kicking down my door!” Diwi shouted, kicking Gilgamesh in the shin.
“Ow!” he shouted, “Want me to kick YOU in the shin?” Diwi screamed and ran behind Miyana’s legs, shivering. Miyana looked annoyed.
“’Mesh, think you could chill out long enough forrr us to get going?” she said coldly, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Fine, fine… Diwi, teleport us to Xarcabard..”
“Xarcabard!!” she whined, putting on her best pouting face.
“Yes, Xarcabard you damn Tarutaru! Now go!” he yelled. Diwi looked like she wanted to argue some more, but bit her lip and closed her eyes. She put her staff across a small holster draped over her back, and began chanting softly, sounding like she was almost singing. Miyana looked uneasy as small freckles of light danced around Diwi’s body, encircling her and everyone else. Gilgamesh looked un-phased by it, but Namir wasn’t sure what to make of it, he couldn’t remember having ever teleported to any place before, it was a very new feeling. Namir looked at Miyana as the specks of white around them grew brighter, and she gave him a wink accompanied with that oh so familiar deviant smile; it made Namir warm inside knowing he had her behind him. Diwi looked up, and stopped chanting, bringing one tiny hand in the air elegantly as she did so. Namir couldn’t see anything but white around him, and in a quick bright flash, they were gone.
“They have defeated the Kindred we sent Kogi…” Kogi did not move. He continued to stare down the vast open gallery that had previously housed the body of the Shadow Lord. His mind raced with anticipation.
“At last, you come Namir. It isn’t quite time though…”
“They have not realized that it was a ploy. Sending the Demons was the best way to bait them into coming here.”
“You are the Worm Namir, I am the hook. Just a two days walk and I have you by the lips…”
“I know you want revenge, and that time is now, Kogi. You will have your revenge, and after taking it, your soul will make the final push into the divine.”
“I don’t care about the Divine. Give me Namir’s blood, and the satisfaction of crushing the things he loves, and the Divine will bow down to me…” Kogi slowly drew in the damp, cold air surrounding him.
“I will rule over this world. You will stand by my side, and act as a Tyrant unto those who stand in our way. You have just one obstacle.”
“An obstacle I will crush, an obstacle that is meaningless… irrelevant. Namir, you are pathetic. You know it… I know it. I will mock your words of bravery this time, and spit them back in your face. The Masamune has no grounds against me. I will snap the blade in two, and dissect your heart with the pieces.”
“Do not hide your rage Kogi. Rage is desire. Desire is key to understanding why you will become one of the Divine. An Entity that surpasses those who live on a normal plain of existence. A life you long to live. Power at its finest, Kogi. Power at its finest.”
“You fool. Power? I’ve always had power; power is no new feeling to me. Power is what lacks in Namir’s life. His weak existence has no right claiming anything. My power has surpassed all. My power will even surpass… you.”
“You remain silent Kogi. Let it build. The time will come soon enough. Let it build.”
“Shut up… shut up! Your incessant babble is proving nothing, Danté. You are proving to be less useful the more we move on. The more you speak. You raised me from a dieing spirit and body, and promised tides of power. You have given me that power, you have shown me everything you have to show me. You have just one thing left… that I must possess, Entity…” Kogi shifted his eyes slightly to his right, carefully eyeing his master without turning his head. His mere presence annoyed him.
“Kogi…You have done well serving me. Patience and reverence must be rewarded. You have learned much from me. You have learned true power. And now… now I give you my final gift.”
Kogi hesitated a moment, smiling deviously. It was perfect. Nodding his head slowly, he turned toward Danté. His soulless face haunted him still; even after all he had been through with him. Danté seemed to watch Kogi a moment carefully, and then brought his arms up before his face. The handle of his giant sword gleamed softly in the dim light of the lamps lit on opposite sides of their pedestal. A soft shimmering aura began circling around Danté’s outstretched hands, and within it began materializing an object of a sort. Kogi stared fascinated. The aura became brighter, thicker, encumbering Danté’s hands with the weight of the object he was forging out of air. A sleek black form was beginning to solidify, and Kogi’s entire body was excited with the rush of what he was seeing. Finally, with one brilliant flash, Danté’s forging was complete. It was hovering just before Kogi’s eyes, spinning softly glinting in the pale light. A sleek pair of onyx handles shone in front of his face, with glimmering spikes jutting out from either side of the handle. The most noticeable part of the weapons were, however, the three foot long ivory blades jutting from the fronts, with strange and exciting engravings marking both.
Kogi reached one hand out and touched one handle softly, picking it up. It felt as light as a feather. Danté watched Kogi, smiling, pleased with his work and pleased that his creation excited Kogi in such a way. Kogi grabbed both blades, swinging his fists with them, testing their weight and quality.
“You won’t find any better weapon Kogi. They cannot be broken by any normal means of man. They are enchanted. Not even the gods themselves could resist a blow from these Adargas.” Kogi perked one ear.
“Not even the gods themselves… eh?” Kogi swung one around casually, finally resting them at his sides. They needed no coverings; they rested at his waist as if by magic. Kogi took two paces towards his master, kneeling as he did so. Kogi’s devilish grin was kept out of sight as his head bowed down to Danté.
“This world is ours for the taking. Mine to rule, yours to torment.” Kogi looked up at Danté slowly, raising his torso as well.
“No… This world is mine for the taking. This world is mine to rule, and torment. You have no place for it here. You have something I want, and it’s all I need to ascent past even you.” Danté didn’t move. He never flinched.
“And you are saying that you are the one to take it from me? You have nothing on me, Kogi… nothing.” Danté began laughing, completely ignoring Kogi’s initial threat. “I enjoy your sense of humor, but there is much to be done. Time to be serious.”
Kogi smiled his evil grin. In a flash, he whipped one of his deadly adargas off of his waste, and lunged forward with un-measurable speed. He caught Danté directly through the heart, blade lunging through his solid armor, and out of his back with a soft clang. Danté’s mouth pursed in a surprised look.
“You’re right Danté, there is much… to be done.” Kogi arched backwards, ripping the blade out of the Entity’s body. Kogi took his free hand, and stepped closer to Danté’s wound. Danté couldn’t move, but struggled.
“How is this possible?! What are you doing? After all I have done! You treacherous fool!” Kogi moved forward more, willing his master’s essence to release from his dieing body. Kogi could feel it, like a warm breeze fleeting through his limbs, and into his heart.
“I will take your soul, and with it, I will command the gods you once did. You are nothing anymore, and nothing will stop me in my absolute. You were a fool to have trusted me, and now you will be nothing more than a has-been. You never were, and you were never meant to be. This world was written… written just… for me. My story, my ending, my new beginning. In that order, you fool…” Danté reared back in shock, clearly hearing Kogi’s thoughts through their temporary link. Kogi’s eyes blinked, the rush of power flowing through his body awakening parts of his existence he didn’t know were there. As the last of Danté’s spirit faded into Kogi, Kogi lifted his master’s dead body into the air, thrusting him into the wall with so much force that the obsidian structure cracked with the force of it. The body vanished in a cloud of dust, vaporized.
Kogi turned around, body and muscles livid with life. Kogi turned his head slightly, mind bordering on insanity. He liked the feeling.
“Oh and, thanks for the present.”
The torches danced eerily as the once mortal Kogi faded down the corridor.
“I’m waiting Namir… come and get me.”
Anyways! Here's chapter twelve, enjoy! Lemme know what you think!
Also, adjusted spacing for easier reading, since just about every chapter is incredibly long. Totals 40 something odd pages in MS word now.
Chapter 12
Namir followed Gilgamesh and Miyana quietly as they passed by the merchants and vendors that lined the market area of Norg’s damp hallways. His thoughts shifted from the intense fight that had taken place a moment before, and were now focused on Kogi. More and more his memory was coming back to him in small bits and pieces. He began to remember his first interactions with Gilgamesh, his wanting to come to Norg; his initial fascination with the blade, and his training as a Samurai. Much of it was still hazy, but he was taking in as much as he could, with much less shock than his initial flood of remembrance.
“Listen to me Namir,” his father’s voice rang in his head, “someday you will grow to be a fine man, and a proud warrior. Carry on the line of our family, and take up the sword as Yoshimbo once did. I leave you with the Masamune, boy. Revel in it’s power… the blade will take care of you so long as you cherish it with all your heart. Never forget your ties, Namir… never.”
Namir’s thoughts were interrupted by Gilgamesh’s fist banging loudly on a small door at the end of the hallway they had been walking down. Gilgamesh waited a moment, and frowned. He banged on the door again.
“What do you want!!” a shrill, high pitched voice rang out behind from behind the door.
“Damnit… Diwi get out here!” Gilgamesh shouted in an annoyed tone.
“Why should I?!” the voice sounded back, “Last time you wanted me to do something for you I almost died! You know how dangerous it is out there?!”
Gilgamesh sighed, frown still clearly visible on the cracks of his mouth. He took four steps back, and ran at the small door, and extended his foot forward with his momentum. His foot collided with the wood, sending the door collapsing straight off the hinges. Namir peered inside. A small Tarutaru woman was staring at Gilgamesh, seemingly in shock. She darted behind her bed, out of sight.
“Diwi! I need you damnit, get out from over there!” Gilgamesh demanded; he shot Namir a glance, raising one hand over his mouth, “Damned White Mage… I tell you they are all the biggest cowards ever!”
“I heard that you big bully!” Diwi shouted, sounding shrill again. She walked out from behind her bed, trying her best to look furious. It didn’t work; she just succeeded in looking cute instead. Gilgamesh laughed heartily, and gave Namir another look.
“Namir, this is Diwi. She’s our resident White Mage,” he said, glancing back at Diwi.
“Kind of an odd place for a Tarutaru White Mage to be, isn’t it?” Namir asked, puzzled.
“No!” Diwi shouted at Namir, still trying to pout. “I came here a long time ago! I like it!”
“Calm down, calm down…” Miyana piped up, stepping within view of Diwi.
“Miya!!!” Diwi shouted, running quickly on her stubby short legs toward Miyana, arms outstretched. Miyana caught Diwi and picked her up, giving her a quick hug, and setting her back down again.
“Good to see you too, Tarrrutaru,” Miyana purred. Diwi scowled at Gilgamesh, tapping her tiny foot all the while. Her white robes swished back and forth as she did so, making her look like a bobbing coconut. Namir bent down, and poked Diwi’s cheek curiously, he was always fascinated with Tarutaru.
“Hey! What’s the big idea you big jerk!” Diwi snapped, poking Namir on the chin. Namir stood up, rubbing his chin.
“You’re pretty feisty aren’t you?” He asked, slightly put-off by Diwi’s attitude.
“Oh yes, she’s a feisty one all right,” Gilgamesh chimed in, “She’s also lazy! Diwi, we need to hurry, go get ready, take some food.” Diwi sighed, still glaring at Gilgamesh, and walked inside her house, trotting over the door as she went. Namir could hear her bustling around inside.
“She may be small, but she’s a powerful little thing,” Gilgamesh offered, addressing no one in particular. “She came here by accident a long time ago, purely just exploring. She had a bad run-in with the undead that swarm the caverns leading up to Norg. The grotto didn’t welcome her at all, and she found Norg while running frantically for her life. She’s been here ever since.” Gilgamesh paused a moment, thinking over what he had just said. “She’s still a pain in the ass though!” he shouted, glancing inside her small retreat.
“Likewise!” Diwi shouted back, trotting lazily up to the door. “Look what you did again ‘Mesh! I want you to fix that!!” she shouted angrily, waving her little fist at Gilgamesh.
Namir glanced at Gilgamesh, “…Again?” Namir questioned, curious. Gilgamesh winced a little.
“He makes a habit of kicking down my door!” Diwi shouted, kicking Gilgamesh in the shin.
“Ow!” he shouted, “Want me to kick YOU in the shin?” Diwi screamed and ran behind Miyana’s legs, shivering. Miyana looked annoyed.
“’Mesh, think you could chill out long enough forrr us to get going?” she said coldly, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Fine, fine… Diwi, teleport us to Xarcabard..”
“Xarcabard!!” she whined, putting on her best pouting face.
“Yes, Xarcabard you damn Tarutaru! Now go!” he yelled. Diwi looked like she wanted to argue some more, but bit her lip and closed her eyes. She put her staff across a small holster draped over her back, and began chanting softly, sounding like she was almost singing. Miyana looked uneasy as small freckles of light danced around Diwi’s body, encircling her and everyone else. Gilgamesh looked un-phased by it, but Namir wasn’t sure what to make of it, he couldn’t remember having ever teleported to any place before, it was a very new feeling. Namir looked at Miyana as the specks of white around them grew brighter, and she gave him a wink accompanied with that oh so familiar deviant smile; it made Namir warm inside knowing he had her behind him. Diwi looked up, and stopped chanting, bringing one tiny hand in the air elegantly as she did so. Namir couldn’t see anything but white around him, and in a quick bright flash, they were gone.
“They have defeated the Kindred we sent Kogi…” Kogi did not move. He continued to stare down the vast open gallery that had previously housed the body of the Shadow Lord. His mind raced with anticipation.
“At last, you come Namir. It isn’t quite time though…”
“They have not realized that it was a ploy. Sending the Demons was the best way to bait them into coming here.”
“You are the Worm Namir, I am the hook. Just a two days walk and I have you by the lips…”
“I know you want revenge, and that time is now, Kogi. You will have your revenge, and after taking it, your soul will make the final push into the divine.”
“I don’t care about the Divine. Give me Namir’s blood, and the satisfaction of crushing the things he loves, and the Divine will bow down to me…” Kogi slowly drew in the damp, cold air surrounding him.
“I will rule over this world. You will stand by my side, and act as a Tyrant unto those who stand in our way. You have just one obstacle.”
“An obstacle I will crush, an obstacle that is meaningless… irrelevant. Namir, you are pathetic. You know it… I know it. I will mock your words of bravery this time, and spit them back in your face. The Masamune has no grounds against me. I will snap the blade in two, and dissect your heart with the pieces.”
“Do not hide your rage Kogi. Rage is desire. Desire is key to understanding why you will become one of the Divine. An Entity that surpasses those who live on a normal plain of existence. A life you long to live. Power at its finest, Kogi. Power at its finest.”
“You fool. Power? I’ve always had power; power is no new feeling to me. Power is what lacks in Namir’s life. His weak existence has no right claiming anything. My power has surpassed all. My power will even surpass… you.”
“You remain silent Kogi. Let it build. The time will come soon enough. Let it build.”
“Shut up… shut up! Your incessant babble is proving nothing, Danté. You are proving to be less useful the more we move on. The more you speak. You raised me from a dieing spirit and body, and promised tides of power. You have given me that power, you have shown me everything you have to show me. You have just one thing left… that I must possess, Entity…” Kogi shifted his eyes slightly to his right, carefully eyeing his master without turning his head. His mere presence annoyed him.
“Kogi…You have done well serving me. Patience and reverence must be rewarded. You have learned much from me. You have learned true power. And now… now I give you my final gift.”
Kogi hesitated a moment, smiling deviously. It was perfect. Nodding his head slowly, he turned toward Danté. His soulless face haunted him still; even after all he had been through with him. Danté seemed to watch Kogi a moment carefully, and then brought his arms up before his face. The handle of his giant sword gleamed softly in the dim light of the lamps lit on opposite sides of their pedestal. A soft shimmering aura began circling around Danté’s outstretched hands, and within it began materializing an object of a sort. Kogi stared fascinated. The aura became brighter, thicker, encumbering Danté’s hands with the weight of the object he was forging out of air. A sleek black form was beginning to solidify, and Kogi’s entire body was excited with the rush of what he was seeing. Finally, with one brilliant flash, Danté’s forging was complete. It was hovering just before Kogi’s eyes, spinning softly glinting in the pale light. A sleek pair of onyx handles shone in front of his face, with glimmering spikes jutting out from either side of the handle. The most noticeable part of the weapons were, however, the three foot long ivory blades jutting from the fronts, with strange and exciting engravings marking both.
Kogi reached one hand out and touched one handle softly, picking it up. It felt as light as a feather. Danté watched Kogi, smiling, pleased with his work and pleased that his creation excited Kogi in such a way. Kogi grabbed both blades, swinging his fists with them, testing their weight and quality.
“You won’t find any better weapon Kogi. They cannot be broken by any normal means of man. They are enchanted. Not even the gods themselves could resist a blow from these Adargas.” Kogi perked one ear.
“Not even the gods themselves… eh?” Kogi swung one around casually, finally resting them at his sides. They needed no coverings; they rested at his waist as if by magic. Kogi took two paces towards his master, kneeling as he did so. Kogi’s devilish grin was kept out of sight as his head bowed down to Danté.
“This world is ours for the taking. Mine to rule, yours to torment.” Kogi looked up at Danté slowly, raising his torso as well.
“No… This world is mine for the taking. This world is mine to rule, and torment. You have no place for it here. You have something I want, and it’s all I need to ascent past even you.” Danté didn’t move. He never flinched.
“And you are saying that you are the one to take it from me? You have nothing on me, Kogi… nothing.” Danté began laughing, completely ignoring Kogi’s initial threat. “I enjoy your sense of humor, but there is much to be done. Time to be serious.”
Kogi smiled his evil grin. In a flash, he whipped one of his deadly adargas off of his waste, and lunged forward with un-measurable speed. He caught Danté directly through the heart, blade lunging through his solid armor, and out of his back with a soft clang. Danté’s mouth pursed in a surprised look.
“You’re right Danté, there is much… to be done.” Kogi arched backwards, ripping the blade out of the Entity’s body. Kogi took his free hand, and stepped closer to Danté’s wound. Danté couldn’t move, but struggled.
“How is this possible?! What are you doing? After all I have done! You treacherous fool!” Kogi moved forward more, willing his master’s essence to release from his dieing body. Kogi could feel it, like a warm breeze fleeting through his limbs, and into his heart.
“I will take your soul, and with it, I will command the gods you once did. You are nothing anymore, and nothing will stop me in my absolute. You were a fool to have trusted me, and now you will be nothing more than a has-been. You never were, and you were never meant to be. This world was written… written just… for me. My story, my ending, my new beginning. In that order, you fool…” Danté reared back in shock, clearly hearing Kogi’s thoughts through their temporary link. Kogi’s eyes blinked, the rush of power flowing through his body awakening parts of his existence he didn’t know were there. As the last of Danté’s spirit faded into Kogi, Kogi lifted his master’s dead body into the air, thrusting him into the wall with so much force that the obsidian structure cracked with the force of it. The body vanished in a cloud of dust, vaporized.
Kogi turned around, body and muscles livid with life. Kogi turned his head slightly, mind bordering on insanity. He liked the feeling.
“Oh and, thanks for the present.”
The torches danced eerily as the once mortal Kogi faded down the corridor.
“I’m waiting Namir… come and get me.”
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I will have another chapter posted by this weekend sometime, or next week. Will have some free time and I want to write, since the story is coming along nicely. Anyways, ciao!
Can't wait to read it mistra and hope ya have it up by this weekend so i can read it while im stuck at work /sigh