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myOtaku.com: Cheza the slayer
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Friday, March 18, 2005
Chapter five
Sorry guys I know I said that this would be written a few days ago, but all of a sudden I got loaded with a nice BIG report so I didn’t have time to submit it.
I hope you’ll forgive me, and here is the chapter ^_^;
p.s. sorry about the length, I got way carried away and will explain everything in the next chapter
Enjoy!
Awakening: Chapter Five******************************
I pace around the darkened room, waiting for Spike to enter the room and start asking me a million questions to which I would have a million not-answers.
……I knew he would do this
He wouldn’t ask me to stay in this stupid house for any other reason BUT to ask me questions.
He so knew that I didn’t know anything
But he just wanted to ask me them just to shamelessly taunt me
For the love of the guardians, gods, and watchers
I have only known Spike for what now: Three days?!
And already he was taunting me!
…….Stupid Slayers. They think they’re SOOOOOOO special. I swear when I get my hands on him…..
I shake my hands furiously when Spike comes in the room and immediately throw him my best death glare.
He winces at the fact that I know what he’s gonna do. Good he deserves it anyways so why should I not give him a death glare?
“You alright?” Spike asks with a sort of half superior tone to his voice.
“Let’s just get this over with” I reply darkly while trying to get myself in a comfortable standing position.
“As you wish” I hear Spike say in almost a whisper. Obviously he didn’t mean for me to hear that but I did anyway.
“For the first question all I need is you bio. Things like your age, race, you know that sort of thing” Spike says with a steel tone.
I try to sit down and put myself in a position that will keep me awake just in case. I haven’t slept in two days so far, and right now it was three in the morning, or somewhere close to it and I had to be sure I could always be awake for this.
“I’m eighte- nineteen” I correct myself “I was born in the old town of Teranim. My father was an American who rescued my mother from enslavement.” I wince. Talking about my parents and Teranim was always difficult, and I had a feeling I would be talking a lot more about them before the night was over.
Spike nods understandingly, he’s probably doesn’t understand, but the fact he’s trying to make me feel better is really cool even if it is just a simple nod.
“Why was your mother a slave?” Spike asks politely
“Because back before the massacre twenty years ago, there was a great war between my mother’s people and my father’s people” I reply
“Your mother was a guardian?” Spike asks in a surprised tone. I smirk at the fact that he’s so surprised at something that isn’t true even if he doesn’t know it.
“Nope, she was just a soldier for one. The flame guardian to be exact.” I reply with a superior tone. This was easier than I thought, and if even for a moment, I enjoyed it.
Spike takes a breath and tries to continue but thinks for a moment about his next question. I slowly drift off but shake myself in a desperate attempt to keep myself awake.
If only it wasn’t so warm in here this wouldn’t be happening, I would still be very awake and ready for the next question.
But sadly I’m not.
My thoughts of Spike’s questions leave me for a moment and suddenly I’m surrounded by darkness.
I swear to myself slowly and begin to take in my surroundings (and when I say ‘surroundings’ I mean the pitch blackness that I’m seeing)
I must’ve fallen asleep.
Why did I have to do that.
And now as punishment I was probably going to have another nightmare from the looks of it
…and whatever nightmare it was, this was going to be a bad one I can already feel it.
I plant my feet on what I’m pretty sure is ground (hard to tell when everything is so black) and wait for what is coming.
But before I can completely ready myself for the nightmare I find that it is too late. Everything starts to move out from beneath me and I slowly realize that I’m falling out of the darkness and straight into the sand covered ground. My left hand starts to burn furiously and I cry out in pain as a response. I hit the ground hard but still manage to stand up immediately and look at where I’m standing.
I realize I’m on a cliff covered in sand and before me are about a hundred guardians, soldiers, priest, archers, and farmers fighting against about a thousand or more soldiers. The ground their walking on is covered in bodies, arrows, burn and water marks, and of course blood. My eyes widen at the sight.
I’m in the middle of the Great War that happened twenty five years ago.
…I knew this would be a bad one
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