THe Skeletal Mairi

Note that their may be mistakes yes, but it cannot be helped. we are working on this together, and it takes up a lot of time. we hadn't checked our work yet, since we are retyping over 70 pages of work.

The Skeletal Mairi
By: Will Sanborn & Eric Eaton

PROLOGUE
The Shards of Quar

“Eight different shards hold the planet together. The planet is usually a quiet place and has many magical qualities. The shards have only been used once and that was to make the planet itself.

"When the planet was made the shards were thrown into the ground seeping deep into the planets core, separating and hiding. If the shards were to abused or mistreated the planet would fall apart and destroy the universe. Each shard has extreme power and mystique abilities even enough to destroy a star or black hole; even bring the dead back to life or give life to the living. As long as the abuser or holder of the shard would pay the ultimate toll and sacrifice the thing that is of most importance, they would become one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. No one really knows exactly what it can do but if any one could find out it might be devastating.

"The only reason why no one will ever know the true extent of the power is that the more you would use it the faster your life will give in. Thousands of years have passed without the shards giving any trouble from thieves or rogues.

"During the Great War, the Lord of Wizard’s called upon the paladins of the north to seal away the shards. The powers were concealed in an old tainted orb. This orb was in a chamber for a dark sorceress named Niana who instantly tried to use the power to escape and destroy Raziegh and the paladins in her quest to rule. But in his last attempt to vanquish her once and for all he used too much strength and was sapped of almost all magic and strength for his foolishness and lack of discipline.

"The information of the shards have been scattered for thousands of years. They failed in their quest, for only one person knew of the defense of the shards, the Lord of Wizards, Lord Raziegh. He disappeared from existence, or so it seemed.”

A man looked up from an old battered scroll, licking his lips slowly. He ran his fingers through his mouse gray hair, heaving a great sigh. His mind was complex with riddles and other mind tingling problems. His brown gray eyes were blood shot and drooping eyelids, his parched mouth and throat were dry and red, his lips were cracked so blood slowly dripped out.

His once elegant clothes were torn and ripped. He stood in a deserted room with machine traps and barred windows. The circular room had the sense of magic lurking in the air. His shirt once white green was now blood stained and ragged. His pitch-black pants were ripped and dulled. The mustache on his face was frilled as if it was strained and his silver face was now beat red and a sense of complex confusion was upon it.

He had been in the room for several hours, searching each scroll in search of the information he needed. He was exhausted from his fruitless search. He was ready to give up when he came upon an old scroll, which had told him some of what he needed to know. It was not as helpful as he had hoped for, but he had got the basic information. The scroll had mentioned that there was something called shards, and that he was on another planet called Quar. He was dumbfounded because he thought that he was hallucinating about being in another world. He was in the midst of a battle, with his nemesis Akira, when a blinding green light appeared, and swallowed him up.

He had awoken thinking that he was in a nightmare that would never end. He wandered the land that he had come upon, for what he thought was days. The sun had glistened through the crystal stained glass, dousing the room before him. He had walked slowly into the room, gazing at the wondrous sight that was in front of his eyes. It was a vast room filled with shelves upon shelves of scrolls and books. A chandelier hung above his head, reflecting colors that of a rainbow. This was a special room, he could tell, from the way the room was built. The wall was made of silky white marble, with ancient runes that were etched in. These runes told of the race’s history. He put his hand upon the smooth, cold wall, gazing at its divine beauty. The floor had a picture of a crane, spread eagled surrounded by a ray of light that protected it, so that it’s journey could continue ever more. Above him, there was a circular ceiling that spouted a red rose, which was encircled with crimson fire. Inscribed on the table before him were the words, “The pane of loss burned by fire, will never surpass the glimmer of the delicate wings of a crane, that soars searching for the rose of peace.” On the floor it was black with white inscriptions that explained the gods and why the shards were sealed away from the next kings or rulers. It also explains about the ultimate ruler or dictator, how it almost took over and how it was sealed away and the location of the ruler and what happened.

~

The cerulean flames encircled the room and the chandelier lighting the ceiling. Pictures of the people and how their culture began. He knew nothing of the language or the culture, or so he had thought. He paced around the room, thinking quickly of what he could do. He knew that this room was sacred, and that he wasn’t supposed to be in it. And if they found out that he was in there, what would they do to him? He wouldn’t be able to explain why he was in the room, or how he got into the room either. He had a feeling that the door was supposed to be kept locked at all times, yet when he walked passed the door, something strange happened. For some reason, he found himself where he was now. Looking for the exit but for some reason there was no door or any way to get to the window.

He placed his hand around the amulet, praying to find away out. The amulet had a distinct gold color, with a symbolic representation. The amulet was an old family emblem that was passed down from generation to generation, showing that the eldest son was the rightful king of Tsoniac. He accepted the amulet after his sixteenth birthday, when his eldest brother Entei refused the throne from their father. It was the biggest surprise for the Kemashima family. His father, Lord Maziegh was angered by how his son refused the throne, but was happy when his youngest son, Hanish accepted the throne.

That was when he had plotted against the land of Tsoniac, and to create the army of dragons to destroy all who opposed him. His army was fierce and unmerciful. They plunged through fields, and burned villages. They did not rest when it came down to what they had to do. They wanted all to bare arms under the Kemashima family. Monsters of all kinds walked the earth and the areas were his rein had reached…

A sound reached his ears as the silence was punctured by a sharp, rasp voice was yelling in frustration “What do you mean there was a noise in there? Do you honestly believe that someone would go through the trouble to search for a concealed room that no one had even heard of?” her voice was etched with disbelief.

“I heard a noise in their milady and I’m positive that someone is lurking in there.” his voice was small with no power or authority.
“Why would any one be in there? The magic is far too advance for any one besides myself and the high wizard court.” she said right on the other side of the wall where the man stood stalk still, too scared to move. “Wait. Did you hear that?” she said suddenly tense. The man had just coughed and stumbled over a small pile of books and tripped. “Unseal the door makil! Move and give me that metal bar.”

The man did as he was told, handing her the metal bar. She glanced at him angrily as she gripped the metal bar with vexation. The man on the inside of the room thought that at any moment the two outside would catch him. He then remembered the amulet around his neck. This was not only an emblem of his family, but something that protected him. He took the amulet off of his neck, praying that he remembered the words to the spell. He concentrated hard on where he wanted to be. He then softly muttered the words, “Luni seranti.”
A pure slab of solid marble seemed to disintegrate as if water was melting the marble itself. It revealed two people; the first was a man looking tired with bags under his eyes. His heavily chained armor seemed to be dented and worn from battle. Pushing him aside was a woman who had bursted into the room.

The woman’s hair was jet-black as the night sky around them, and as soft as velvet that was just recently made. She wore a fine dress made of the finest material. Pink lace spun around it in majestic patterns. It went from the top of her shoulders down, stopping at the beginning of her ankles. The material of the dress was made carefully from the backs of the youngest unicorns, which gave the dress a radiant gold color. Around her soft, neck was a graceful necklace with an enchanting periwinkle blue sapphire. In her hand was a magnificently made rod of white oak. On the side of the rod was a marvelously embroidered jade diamond that supported the aurora of power. Her eyes were a gleaming pool of crystal clear azure floating around like a raging rapid. Her delicately slanted eyebrows were narrowed in frustration. “No ones here makil” she yelled spinning around to face the man.

“M’lady there was someone here, look” he replied looking highly insulted.

For the books were askew and signs of lurking was in the air “Yes I can smell someone, and I believe...no it cannot be."

He stood in an open field half burnt; the flowers were either withered or were complete ash. The ash blew with each small breath of the wind, the ash made small tornadoes blooming buds around giving life to all death. When the wind died down the man looked around with a small smile. With each step he took the ash was swept away to give the buds of flowers life. Clouds floated overhead moving very slowly to the forest that lies before him. Slowly the puffy clouds turned slick and wispy. Gradually the clouds began to pick up their pace until it was completely blank and the sun shown so brightly that he had to raise his hand to shade his eyes. Then the moon appeared next to the sun slowly eclipsing it, the man looked up in surprise.

“I remember this” he said slowly “I remember this from a book in that other room. Ah.” he stopped to think what happened in the content. “Every time an eclipse happens” he recited to himself “a new being enters our world.

Smiling he walked into the dense, dark forest that is in front of him. “Now” he said, “to conquer a new world” as he vanished into the forest.

Quite mysterious and intriuging. Nice writing! 😎

thanks 😄

I'm reading through chapter one, so i don't have any lose ends.

CHAPTER ONE
AKIRA

A loud metallic ring filled the room as two people stood facing each other, giving the other a pleasurable smile. They weren’t enjoying themselves, but were happy when they thought that they were winning. Sword on sword as the battle raged on, each growing weary of the fight that progressed for hours on end. Cheap tricks were the only way to win, throwing knives out of no where and sneak kicks.
A ring of molten lava surrounded the two of them, making it so neither could escape. The man who cast the lava was the lord, Hanish. He had mouse grayish hair, and wore clothes of royalty. In his hands was a broad sword of about sixth feet long, crystal blade that of crimson red, black flames were encircling the blade. A wry smile was upon his rough complex face. He bore an insignia of a cobra readying to strike, which was on his black plated chest.

His cape he wore was an aluminum metal, which was enchanted to weigh as light as a feather. The same insignia was on the back; that showed that he belonged to the house of Kemashima.

His nemesis was a female no later than the age of sixteen. She had long smooth brown hair that fell past her waist. It was thought that somewhere in her family, an elf married a human, which was thought unacceptable in the Tsoniac’s society. Her eyes were as black as the night with her delicately slanted eyebrows which were narrowed in anger. Her beautiful body was perfectly shaped while her face was unblemished except the cuts that punctured her face. Her hair that was once straight and clean was now frilly and mud spattered.

“I’ll take you down if it’s the last thing I do,” she said as her knees slightly wobbled. Her voice was beautiful, like a pool of angels slowly dropping down from heaven. Her senses may be heightened like an elf’s but since she’s only half hasn’t had a master to teach her which made things difficult.

“What could possibly make you think that you could beat me? Masters have trained me, I have been studying magic and ancient powers for all my life. Longer than you could ever hope to complete.” he said with a sneer. His voice was entrancing yet deep with anger and tiredness.

Taking out his broad sword from a nearby pillar it collapsed with the force. “Ready?” he asked.

“I will kill you at last."

“Will you?”

“I will” Akira responded back with complete confidence in her soft voice.

And with that she charged flaring her sword wildly at him, he blocked it easily like a fly with no real effort.

“Do you think you can save your home with a technique like that?"
She charged again but only to receive a face full of metal sending her back flying into the broken pillar sending her out of sight. “Again and again this will keep happening if you don’t keep your mind on your sword and your eyes on mine.”

She tried a different approach with a magic spell and created a copy of herself only to be destroyed by his sword almost instantly. Trying again she lunged at him and at the last second changed the angel of her blade and lunged for his knees trying to take him out. Just before she could reach his legs he punched her with a huge force and sent her back into the wall cracking it.

“Your attacks are weak, and you lack the neccisary skill to perform them. It is affected greatly from tiredness and you once again need to keep your mind on what you are going to do or I will keep punching you until you get it through your head.”
Getting up she had only one thought going through her head. “If I keep fighting him I’m going to die.”

Unscrewing a cork of a red fiery substance she drained it in one gulp. Her face seemed to lighten and she stood up with out trouble and took her sword and pointed it at him. Her sword was of a rare type called a fraigna. It was a cross from a rapier, which is meant for stabbing quickly and lightly, while the other part was a katana which is meant for slashing and easy manipulation. The blade was a black crystal/aluminum for nightly sparring and was also enhanced so moving it rapidly it would seem that there would be more than one.
There were also white inscriptions on it of some foreign writing. Weird symbols lie all upon it as if it were a spell of some sort, waiting for the transcriber to use.

~

As she stood there starring at him she remembered a scene that happed only a couple of hours ago but seemed as if in a different life…

“Okay guys I’ll take the north end in front of the castle, while Cletus will take the west side. Blitz and Hank will take the east side because it’s the most heavily guarded,” she said outside of the castle in a hidden grove by the woods.

“Yeah that’s good for me” said a young man about seventeen wearing a black t-shirt and navy blue jeans. His hair was straw blond with blue streaks. He was built and handsom along the lines of an elf but no ears or anything to help him. He had a mahogany bow on his back with a quiver of white oak arrows. The arrows were metal sharpened by magic and swan feathers at the end. He had an Imperial dagger in his leather boot and a short sword at his hilt. A line of freckles crossed under his eyes and his voice was strong and determined, he had a small mustache and the beginning of a beard with a strong chin.

“Anything’s fine with you Hank all you want to do is eat, sleep, and beat people up.” Replied the man across from him.

He was equally as hansom but with a full beard and no mustache. He carried two glaives on his back crossing to make an X. His face was tan and had no freckles on his face. His hair was black and had it long curved back into a ponytail. He had an earring on his right ear that had a nakusta’s tooth on a chain. His long sleeved shirt was black like Hank’s but his pants were a dull gray with black lines going down. He had sneakers on with concealed knives on it for stabbing in the foot or something. He was not skinny but wasn’t muscular as Hank and his voice was a little deeper.

The third one laughed at this slightly and Cletus turned to face him “Come on Blitz not you your suppose to be the only one with a sense of good judgment.”

Blitz was the oldest eighteen and was a full elf; he only looked eighteen but was actually about a hundred. He was by far the most hansom, he had sandy-blond hair and silk smooth skin. He had not only a fraigna but also had a staff on his back. He was buff and had no facial hair. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon and his reflexes were as fast as any. “What? It's a crime just to laugh at some one’s jokes?”

“It is if Hank tells it,” said Cletus.

“Hey guys give it a break okay?” asked the girl.

“All right Akira.” said Blitz still laughing a little “Promise us that you won't go off to fight Hanish without waiting for us. We came all this way so don’t go off and fight him yourself,” said Blitz suddenly tense.

“I won’t don’t worry” said Akira slightly hurt by this indignation.

“Okay every one when you’re done go in the front gates to meet up with Akira all right?” asked Cletus.

“We know already. Let's go.” And with that Hank left.
Running to the east side with Blitz right behind him to find dark allies or ways to get to the roof. “Look Hank a ladder” pointed out Blitz looking at the side of a house in the ally way that they were in. Climbing up they ran across the rooftops searching for a nice place to cause some trouble. “This is where the fun comes in,” said Hank looking down in the midst of a group of people with by the way they hold themselves and their clothes they must be really rich.

“Shall we?” asked Hank in a sophisticated manner insulting them.

“Yes lets,” said Blitz in the same insulting tone.

Jumping down they walked out of the ally and walked right into the group and asked “Excuse me sir,” he said being as rude as possible “but may I punch you?”

“E-excuse m-me” he asked highly fronted, his rich orange hair was sleeked straight back. His over coat was pure blood red and was laced with gold. He had a goatee that ended in an elegant curl and his high black leather boots. He wore purple satin gloves and a big fat diamond ring on his left ring finger.

And with that he pulled back his fist and socked him right in the face knocking him to the ground. Scattering the people gasped in amazement as blood trickled from his nose and.

“Guards, guards look come quick a fight with thieves...no...crooks!” Shouted several people. Running in the guards pulled Blitz off and helped the man up.

“What do you think you are doing? Why did you...?” A groan barely escaped from his lips as he collapsed from an arrow which punctured his neck.

“Looks like you could use some help Blitz” said Hank putting his bow behind him and unsheathing his short sword.

“Get them,” yelled another guard, four guards jumped on them as the fifth ran for reinforcements.

“Ready?” asked Hank

“One...two...three...now!” yelled Blitz lunging at the guards unsheathing his sword and stabbing the guard in the heart.

More guards came into the scene and by the look of their faces they were having the time of their lives with exhilaration and enthusiasm.

“One kill, two kills…” shouted Blitz

“Five kills six seven,” replied Hank.

~

“Almost there” said Cletus pacing down the street looking for something to “ah that’s good.”

He had just seen a guard walking down the hill glancing at random people his sword at his hilt. Taking out one of his glaives he killed the nearest one closest.

“Someone get reinforcements I’ll take him,” said the guard taking out his sword.

Twenty men came and one said, “This is all we can get captain, the ones on the east side are having trouble from two men.”

“Good” said the captain.

how come i always have the least amount of comments, or so it seems?

every single story i don't get a lot of comments.

why is that?

i guess i don't have what it takes to be a writer if i don't have a lot of comments.

Sorry I havent posted sooner but I just read that last part today. Its not at all that you are not good enough of a writer its just that there are not really many people that read these stories and care to respond. Look at the one i posted- you and only 1 other person responded to that so it seems to be a common problem here...

-Your story is great so far. You have any more of it written yet?

i like it! 😄

Don't quit writing, you're really good at it 😄

~Terry

Nice story. I'm a bit uncertain of the plot.

Are they in a game or something?

No, they are not in a game. This is a fantasy world called Quar. The same world that I use in Crossing of the Two Lords, and Blade the Dragon Warrior.

I now ask that all comments go here, please and thank you:

http://www.killermovies.com/forums/f53/t396406.html

((author's note, this is all the stuff my friend wrote, so i don't want to make too much changes to it, in fear of how he'll react.))

Akira stood in the front gates in the circle of men littered the ground. Looking around to make sure no one was coming as she entered a building.

Entering the room she said a word in the magic language “zrongna” and her clothes changed instantly. Her clothes changed to something more suitable for battle. Her shirt was now long sleeved and coated with crystal places protecting her joints and fatal parts. The pants were silky blue that rippled like water, changing as the surrounding did behind her. Her long hair swaying in the aurora of power. Creaking slowly around keen not to be seen but so far nothing was to be seen. Her mind drifted out trying to feel their consciousness before she would see her.

Suddenly she felt something unfamiliar...a barrier blocking a mind as her mind washed over it. Pressing on the spot it was incredibly powerful and was thrusted back at her making her flinch.

“Nice attempt my young friend, but I’m much more trained to fall for such easily manipulated tricks. Crushing the mind from within I ask you.” came a woman’s voice very sharp and full of a crude humor.

“But after all I still can’t believe you survived since we last met my dear Akira” she said the last voice with deepest loathing.

A woman appeared behind the next curve looking straight at her. She had an air of power accumulating from her that washed over Akira like a wave of coldness. She had blood red hair that looked as if it were on fire dancing with every step she took. Her shirt was black with a red insignia that was the same as the conqueror that she despised so much.

“Maduri I have been looking forward to see you again did you miss me I definitely made sure you wouldn’t forget me” said Akira with a grin.

Maduri’s face hardened at those last words and replied “No one really leaves a scar like you do when you're mad.” she said in a mocking voice.

“Well since you killed my horse that my father gave me before he died I kind of took that personally,” said Akira unsheathing her sword looking menacingly with her enhanced features glaring down with unrecognizable hatred that normally would have intimidated any other foe but she was different. Her pants Akira just noticed were swirling black and seemed to become invisible when it’s dark. At her side was a whip that had a series of small thorns at the end.

“Now, now Akira you don’t have to die so soon” she said with a small smile.

“Who said I was going to die?” retorted Akira

“I did.”

Taking out her whip it instantly burst into flames blazing red and crackling with the force of a thousand explosions. It was ungulate ting up and down like a serpent slithering towards its prey unseen and deadly.

Her smile widened as she watched the uneasiness in Akira’s face grows more uncertain and said, “It’s been a while since you’ve fought against a whip that could kill you with one hit isn’t it little one.”

“Only if the person actually knows how to fight and is good at it.” said
Akira firmly.

This made her smile turn into a frown, and a slightly scared Akira looked at the whip. After seeing Akira looking at it, she lept at her, slashing the whip at Akira's face. Bending backwards like a snake, Akira sent her right hand out, in case fell back, slamming her head against the wall. Barely missing her by inches, she moved her head out of the whip's way, and recovered with only seconds to spare. The whip kept lashing at her. Taking out her sword she jabbed at the whip, as it spun around the blade, catching it in midlash.

Akira smiled and yanked the whip as Maduri was pulled forward and was caught of guard as Akira punched her in the mouth. Letting the hold of the whip go she charged as Maduri tripped over her pants and fell over. “Go ahead and strike it will be the last thing you’ll ever do Akira” she said smiling as fear and amazement spread across Akira’s face.

There was no real reason for her to be scared but something told her that there should be. Maduri sprung up at her and knocked her to the ground. Punching and kicking she showed no emotion or tiredness. After an hour of pounding she stopped and said “You know they never show this in the movies but it really tires you out beating the crud out of someone.”

Then without warning she hugged her and said, “You’ve gotten stronger my suar” this startled Akira because suar means sister in the elven language.

“What” exclaimed Akira?

“You heard me sister. Hanish figured it out and realized that my mother was the same as yours and Wyrda is my father too,” said Maduri smiling.

“I don’t care you may be my sibling but you are not my sister. My friends are my brothers and sisters, but not you. You are my enemy and my foe you are the one standing in my way, and you are the one I must vanquish if I am to complete my adventure.” Said Akira without a trace of sadness or any emotion at all.

“I should have known that, but I had hoped you wouldn’t remember.” she said shaking her head.

“No I remember, I remember an older sisters hands as I cried and I remember an older sisters warm laugh as we played in Mr. Gratefield’s yard. But you’re a damn lackey working for Hanish and killing people for no reason. All you do is sit in a chair and wait for Hanish to call you and to kill the people you once new and loved.”

“No I never loved you. I always hated you for what you did” she said in a painful voice “You killed my mother and then you let my father die, It’s your fault he’s dead. Yours!” she screamed hot tears coming down her face like a pool of pain and blood contaminating the pure river “And I will never forgive you...never!” the anger that had blared in Maduri exploded and she charged blinded by hatred and sorrow.

“Maduri no don’t” shouted Akira as she saw that Maduri wasn’t paying attention to her whip “NO!!!”

The whip was spinning on the floor as she ran towards Akira and the thorns flew up at the sudden surge and wrapped around Maduri and stabbed her in the throat. She screamed as she fell into a pool of her own blood, a pool of her own sorrow, of her own pain.

Crying quietly into her hands she looked wiping away her tears all this did was infuriate herself that she must finish what she vowed and that it will all end when she murdered Hanish. “Good bye sister you are truly my blood sibling.” And with that she stepped over the body of her sister and continued on the road to grief.

After she had gotten over her sister she blocked her emotions and her mind so not to let other enemies know she was approaching. A sound reached Akira’s pointed ears the sound of claws on metal. The smell of burnt wood reached Akira’s perfect nose as she inhaled the stench. A dark eerie feeling was upon Akira as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Twenty people rounded the corner their swords unsheathed and their pikes ready, the one in the center looked scared and kept glancing behind him.

One yelled “Charge” and at once every one died as a Nakusta appeared in front of her making Akira jump back in shock. A Nakusta is a powerful monster that is impossible to kill or at least no one has ever done it before. Nakustas are four legged creatures with razor sharp teeth and super human strength. They have pointy retractable claws meant for climbing up walls and ceilings. Their jaws are so strong that they could eat a crystal and can run up to seventy miles per hour in less than a second. They have heat vision so clones or smokescreens won’t work and have slits for nostrils so they can detect event the tiniest of scents. Their charcoal colored hair was thick and matted like an otters sleek and built for speed. They are low to the ground so it’s very hard to hit their fleshy undersides. They have snake like spinal cords meant for flexibility and a long tail with a sizor like grips so they can grab their prey and tare them into pieces.

It’s acid like drool dripped slowly from its mouth as it gazed into Akira’s eyes with a hungry expression. Slowly it inched toward Akira getting ready to pounce as Akira backed into a corner looking for a way to get out. “This can’t be happening to me.”

With an ear splitting screech that cut the humid air like an assassin’s dagger, the beast hurled itself at her with its mouth wide open. Akira ran to her left as the Nakusta landed on the wall and slowly climbed on the ceiling moving fast and swift. Turning Akira noticed that the Nakusta was gone and when she turned back she saw a wall full with spikes, trying to stop Akira slid and fell on the floor. THUMP. Spinning on the floor she saw the monster land sliding slightly. Standing up doing her best not to slip she bent her knees and leaned forward. “Ok now just get ready to stab through the throat,” thought Akira.

It jumped and when Akira did the same she slipped on the wet floor and the Nakusta hit the spiked wall headfirst and hung there suspended. Akira couldn’t help but laugh at her luck; she thought she was a goner. Running she felt a presence but it didn’t seem human. Being careful of this new strange presence she glanced at every crack and shadow. A shift startled her so much that she flung her sword out and jabbed it at the shift only to kill an ant on the wall. “Ok just relax Akira there’s nothing to fear”

A laugh broke the silence that made Akira freak out and yelled “don’t move I see you” but she really didn’t.

“Don’t lie you're not even looking at me”

“How, where are you I’m not in the mood”

The silence that followed was so thick that it was as if you could cut through it with a knife. Slowly whipping her brow with a cloth in her pocket she suddenly realizing how hot she was from the entire running. The walls were crawling with shadow like creatures either her stalker or an innocent mouse.

“Who are you?” she asked still turning in all directions to find her enemy.

“Come now Akira, you don’t remember me? Well, I feel insulted and I get to kill you and you don’t even know my name. Why we’ve met… remember? That cloudy day when the sun couldn’t even show you life. Alone and abandoned with no one to sooth you. Your pathetic!”

“Stop playing games who are you?” shouted Akira twirling on the spot searching for the place where the voice was coming from.

“You smell the same each time.” He sighed “but that day we met I wouldn’t never forget. The sound of your sobs and screams of fear and pain were loud and then you changed. But I’ll let you know who I am…” the silence after that was long and painful but she didn’t break the empty vacuum of torture “Da’zar.”

“Who” asked Akira?

“What, oh come on. Why little Akira doesn’t even know me. Well you might want to research your enemy’s background more that way you might know the surprises awaiting you.”

Thinking Akira took her time to answer this “Hanish’s son” she whispered.

“Oh ho she got it right” his voice was filled with merciless cruelty. “It took you a while but at least you got it.”

“No. Hanish didn’t marry or as far as I know had a child,” shouted
Akira into air. ‘This is so stupid talking to myself why can’t he just show himself?’

“Do you really think that the all powerful lord Hanish would reveal himself to his enemies? Wow this is rich you are stupid. And since your getting annoyed I’ll show myself.”

A shadow rippled as the legs, then arms, and finally torso of a man appeared. The man was older than he sounded and his pale flesh emanated a soft glow. His pure white hair was long and covered his head leaving only a little opening was on his face enough to see his eyes. The eyes were a misty gray, black swirls twisting around endlessly.