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Tuesday, August 2, 2005


   Our Story pt:3
Hey guys,its Shadowme.....Agan.I hope somone reads this,this time.Anyways heres the 3rd part of the story.

The wraith of a 16 year old girl truged through the lit streets of Osaka. It couldn't be any erlyer then 1:00.Her skin was as pale as whight sheets. They'r weren't many people out this late. Her eyes emotionless eyes restted upon the ground. Since her hair went half-a-foot passed her shoulders,her hazel orbs were shrowded in the shadow of the silviry blond mass.It was a rather cold summer night,which explained the whight,red,blue,and black striped baggy jacket she wore,over her tight pale blue spagetti strap shirt. You'd think the parents of the girl would worry,but no. Back in the states,in Philidelphia MD,in the house of the girl,Bob,and Mairy Ryogotem lay sleeping in they'r beds,dreaming about the soon to come annual visit of they'r 26-year-old daghter Reneata. Or Ren as they liked to call her. Any thought of they'r adopted 16-year-old far from they'r minds. So,the half starved,pale,girl in the beret,and faded blue jeans continued to trudge on through the city. Erlyer Mac,and Ty had given the strange "whatever it was" to Tys parents. The weird thing was,that as soon as the rownd whight thing,with the dark blue,and blood red dragon painted on it,had left Tys hands when he passed it to his father,for him to look at it,the timer in Chaiwings temple had started agan,as if it had never stopped. Of course,Chaiwing,and everyone in the temple had been asleep at the time,so no one was there to witness it.If only they had been,becouse if they would've,it would've saven them a whole lot of truble.See,that "thing" Ty had picked up off the floor was actually a spirit contained within the whight thing. It had not been used in over a century. A Japanese samuri by the name of Hikaru Himura was the former owner of it. Thats right the physomanac-beast,(for this was what it was called.)hadn't been used since Feudal days. Nobody is sure exsactly when this was,but the scrolls which were found whith the beast,claim that there was a time period lost to history known as,the Physominac Period. During this so called,"Physominac Period" there were warriors who had weppons that were posesesed by spirits known as physominac-beasts. Every year,from begining to end of this Physominac Period,there was a tournament were teams of Physominac warriors that were saposed to be representing they'r contry,would gather to 1 contry,and have a compatition,a tournament in fact.The leader of the team who won tournament would be known as the,"Physominac king"(or queen),and be treated like a god for 1 year-,or for however long his/her rign lasted.His/her team mates would be rewarded as well of course.-But,out of all the millions of "Physominac kings/queens" one stood out in particuler,"Hikaru Himura the noble"was what was written under a portrate of him. In the portrate he was holding up his glowing sword about to attack,and what was that on the hilt of his sword? Why,it was no other then the blue,and red dragon that Ty,had recently given to his father,to examine. It was up to the first owner of the family physominac-beast,to give it a name,and so Himuras beast,was simply named "Himuras Dragon". Nobody really knew how the Tournament had stopped being given,nor were all the,physominac-beasts went. All they knew was,one of the beasts had gotten lose,and if it wasn't returned in time,then the results could be catostraphic,and if the decendent of the former owner of the beast happonend to come accrose it,well that would be even worse. For,once the owner kept the beast with him/her,and didn't return it before the Tournament was saposed to start,then the rest of the beasts would be set lose,and the "Physominac Period would start all over agan. Meanwhile...The girl continued to walk through the city torwds her home. "Come on,old lady,hand it over..." Said a punk teenager,as he aimed his gun at an old wommen. He was about half a mile away from the 16 year old girl. They were in an alley."...I haven't got all night..." The girl made a fist,and out came her retractable silver blades from her knuckles,then quickly turned to her side,ran torwds the wall in front of her,then ran up the wall as easily as walking around in circles on the ground. Then,lept accrose the roof tops until she was on the roof above the smirking punk,and the frightened old lady. She then lept into the air thrust her blades forweird,so when she landed,her silver,3 foot long blades,went through his back all the way through his chest. She landed with her blades through the punk,and crouched on top of his back. The old wommen joyfully approuched her rescuer,thanking and complimenting her. The girls eyes glowed red agenstit her pale skin,as she licked the punks blood off her blades. Notacing this,the old womman stopped babbling,and ran from the alley sreamming,"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!VAMPIRE!!!" The girl paid the womman no heed. She hadn't eatin in the longest time,and she was too hungry to notice anything else. She continued to tear open the punks body,and lick his blood off her blades,until she was done. Her eyes went back to they'r usuel hazel. Not that it mattered,you could only see 1 eye,for the other was covered by her silver hair. She got up to go,but she had scarcly walked a step when she heard an unfirmilior voice behind her speak to her in Enlish,"wow,your quite the super hero,"she turned to see a Chinaese teenage boy leaning agenstit a wall looking perfectly calm."Do you always go around rescuing old ladys from the clutches of danger?"He asked with a smirk,as he approched her."That depends..." she replayed."Do you always go around fallowing vampires,ghosts,and other freaks like me?" "No,I'm MUCH too busy for that." He replyed,having reached her stopping were he stood."Than what did you come,and talk to me for?"She asked edging caustiously away from the strange boy. He wasn't a criminal,he was much too neat,and uncriminal-like for that.He wore his black hair,which came down to his jaw when it was down,in a proper pony-tail. The strands that escaped it,hung about his face. His eyes were golden,which looked odd agenstit his tan brownish skin. He wore a dark red Chinaese shirt,outlined in bright red,and baggy blue pants,and black Chinaese mocasins. "Well,lets just say I'm in need of your asistents..."He replied,with a smirk,staying were he stood,having seen how she had backed away before.

Well,thats the 3rd part of my story.Please comment on it.Now I must go,so bye!~Shadowme.

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