Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The last elfin part 2

“That doesn’t matter” Shinto said as he went on the counter attack knocking the staff out of the fighters hands. “There now I’m going to pass and I will continue to do so whenever I please.” Shinto said tossing the staff back to the leader of the gang. “Don’t turn your back on me you little punk!” the fighter yelled as he picked up the staff and swung at an unarmed Shinto who turned grabbed the staff and flipped the fighter into the air. The gang made a path for Shinto to walk as their mouths hung open in disbelief. “Shinto hold up.” Tristan said as he ran to catch up with him. “Where did that come from?” He asked as he walked with him into the forest. “I’ve been practicing in the forest using sticks as staffs” Shinto replied as he sat down on a rock to take a break. “Well it looks like you’ve gotten really good that was our best fighter and you took him out with ease.” Tristan said as he sat down next to Shinto. “What do you do back here anyways?” He asked looking around at the trees. “I play my flute and practice with my staff, but I also found something when I first came into the forest do you want to see it?” Shinto said as he got to his feet. “Sure what is it?” Tristan said as he got to his feet and started to follow Shinto. “It’s an old sword but it’s stuck in a rock and I can’t get it out.” He said as he pushed the vines hanging from the trees away. “Wow you found a sword that’s amazing!” Tristan said as they walked into a clearing. “The weirdest thing of all is that the rock is covered in symbols similar to the ones on my flute. I think it’s from the same people that left me in the town.” Shinto said as he approached the sword. “This is the coolest thing I have ever seen, it won’t budge.” Tristan said as he tried to pull the sword out of the rock. “Maybe the flute has something to do with the sword like it’s the key to getting it out or something” Tristan said as he looked at the flute. “Maybe, I could try to play the sounds that I remember from when I was young.” Shinto said as he pulled his flute out. “Isn’t that the only memory that you have left from before you lived here?” Tristan asked as he sat down on the ground waiting to hear the flute.

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