Thursday, January 20, 2005

   Shatter every looking glass...
Short post today; Aren is ill, and I'm taking care of him. My twin sister Amyra has arrived at the academy. She sent word with her pheonix Eira that she was well, and looking forward to seeing me again. No word from my sensei; Amyra says that he has locked himself in his chambers and has refused to leave them until I arrive. Young Aren is excited at the prospect of meeting the famous Master Ibiki. I try to answer all of his questions the best I can; he's so eager to learn! It's refreshing to have him next to me. He's so pure and sweet...I wonder how his parents died? How did he get caught as an orphan? Why was he going to be sold into slavery? I have so many things that I want to know; so many memories that I am afraid to stir up, lest they cause him pain. I know I shouldn't dwell on these thoughts, as they cloud the soul. But still; I'm wildly curious.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

   And so my heart begins to bleed again...
I'm still on my way to see my master. I stopped at a quaint little inn last night to rest, and encountered an unfortunate situation. I entered the little place at around midnight, after a long day's journey. On my way up to my room, I collided with a young teenage boy, around nineteen or so. He was a cute little thing; short, feathered blonde hair with black streaks, ice blue eyes, and he had a small, girly frame with long, slender limbs and tapered artist's fingers. He apologized and smiled at me. We began to talk, and I found out that his name was Aren. We continued to talk, until a large, balding man with beady eyes came up and grabbed him by the hair. He threw Aren on the floor and proceeded to call him a useless whelp. When I broke the man's grip and demanded an explanation, he told me that Aren was an orphan, and that he was being sold into prostitution for an old king. I demanded that the man sell Aren to me. After agreeing upon a hefty sum of five millon gold, the man took leave with his hunters to go and find a substitution. Aren simply stayed quietly in my room for the rest of the night. The next morning, he wouldn't look me in the eyes, and kept calling me master. I finally snapped and told him that if I knew he was going to act this way, I would've let him be sold. He started to cry, and I then softened and told him that if I had wanted to use him like a toy, I would've done so already. I assured him that I saved him becuase I thought he was a nice person, and that I would enjoy his company, if he would like to journey with me. (I had told him of my quest the night before.) He smiled, and said that he would like to come with me. He then told me that he was actually a mage, and that he could help with magic and such. We set out, and are resting at another inn right now. He's sleeping right now, looking like quite the angel. I wonder why the gods sent him to me? He's a breath-taking site; like an angel who's been raped...on no...not again...I can't fall for someone again...love is much to painful...I can't survive another broken heart. But maybe I should give this emotion one more chance? I don't know; should I? Can anyone out there tell me what to do? Goodnight, all.
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

   Just another darkened day as I fight for my survival...
I recieved a summons from my old sensei, Master Ibisu. So today, I left the family estate in Kyoto and set out for my family's martial arts academy in the Aravil mountains. I haven't seen my master in a few years. He would never summon me without a reason, meaning I should be expecting a mission from him. I don't mind doing mercenary work, as long as I'm not required to do anything against my honor code. It's going to be a long journey, as I am under ban on my teleportation, and my wyvern, Neira, is ill. So I have to go through the demon realms. I shouldn't get much trouble, saying as how I'm half-youkai, and a wolf youkai at that. My clan name is still hated though, and that could get me into a jam or two. Well, I'm off. I'll try to write again tomorrow. Who knows; maybe I'll meet a new companion? Sayonara.
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