Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Inheritance
Before you read this I have on thing to say: Don't take my shit or I WILL hunt you down and slit your throat, at least not without my permission ^^.

“Once Again”

A flurry of black, plum feathers and an unidentified shadow swiftly leapt over the garden walls. As the figured landed gracefully onto the snow dusted ground of the garden a storm of arrows came forth from the palace windows. As the arrows closed in on their target with a gut turning hissing sound, the cloaked man grasped at his collar and one swift move he tossed the black, silk cloak into the air. What stood in the place of the figure would put the words handsome to shame, he stood 6’ tall with long raven colored hair, his frame nothing short of perfect not was not be found on his high cheek bones and piercing emerald eyes. His red, sleeveless shirt came only to his navel, and his baggy, black pants covered only his legs, buttock, and pubic area leaving his midriff completely exposed. He swiftly brought his sword to his side, his muscles rippling with every move he made. In a flash he was weaving and slicing his way through the volley, he moves were that of a dancer dancing a dance of demise. It seemed as though the arrows had come from nowhere and were still coming, he ducked behind one of the many Cherry Blossom Trees spread through out the field of endless exotic flowers not none to any man. He prepared himself for another defense as he stepped out from his shelter with a war cry. To his surprise he was not meet with an endless cloud of arrows, but instead by a boy hidden in a white cloak, The petals were slowly falling of the flowers of the Cherry Blossoms creating an eerie silence. As the petals landed all around them bathing the ground in the death of the flowers the cloaked figure spoke, “So you’ve gotten this far, Lan.” Lan glared at the boy and shifted his pose to which his legs were speared and he bearing the ground, holding his sword in both hands in front of him pointing at the ground. “You think you can fight me, arrogant fool!” The cloaked boy shouted as he lunged forth drawing the sword he had from under his cloak. Lan quickly dodged the lunge but had to quickly jump into the air as the boy swung his sword to his right. As Lan did a back flip in the air he spread his raven wings and was suspended holding his sword in a defensive pose. The boy spread his dove wings and speed into the air and with a powerful blow, that Lan blocked, sent Lan crashing into the ground. As the boy landed the snow an petals were still lingering in the air, “Face it Lan my skills are too powerful.” The boy held the tip of his sword to Lan’s throat. “How does it feel to be beaten?” he said mockingly and as he lifted his sword high over his head to deliver the final blow the hood of his cloak slid of his head to reveal shoulder length silver hair and icy blue eyes, His face looked to be that of a sixteen year old. A silver arrow came from the direction of the gate to the garden and struck the boy in the side directly under his ribcage. He gave out an anguished cry as he dropped the sword and yanked the arrow from his side, Lan took this opportunity to leap to his feet and made a mad dash towards the gate. As Lan ran past his savior he gathered the fourteen year old boy into his arms and quickly leapt into the air. The boy had a look of satisfaction on his face, but it quickly turned to that of fear as the palace was engulfed in flames. The silvered haired boy watched as the figure of Lan and his younger brother slowly faded from view, “You can’t keep him away from me forever.”

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