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The
Awakening
of A
Torn
Soul:Arriving
within a new land i offered my skills to a well built kingdom within the
land of Hybernia. Things were a bit different..there was no mass blood
shed,and i had met with many strong warriors who's names deserved equal
recognition. There were times when my power begged to be unleashed..yet i
contained it. And I had continued to contain it until...it came. Darkness
took it's toll as I moved within a quiet forest nearby. Properly executed
movements came about with each passing second,drops of clear sweat connected
with the fresh grown grass along the area as I trained. And with a swift and
final swing a sudden pause came about. Lowering my head halfway,darkened
strands of hair now lied stuck to my exposed form as an armored shirt rest
nearby. Deep concentrated breaths took place as the fine crafted sword
weilded were sheathed. Something stirred within the night air and it could
be sensed faintly. Spinning on a single heel quickly,the side of a long scythe suddenly connected with Shijuro's mid-section sending him backwards in a forceful manner. An elbow pressed into the ground,he pushed himself to a stand viewing his attacker only to capture dark laughter which seemed to come from every direction. It was a tall figure hidden behind a dark cloak equipped with a large Scythe. Shijuro's past had come back to haunt him. And he seemed paralyzed to attack. But why? Words ran through his mind,yet his body never responded. "I have trained so hard for such a confrontation. What is wrong with me!?" It seemed like an eternity as he never moved. And it was then the demon spoke to him with eyes as dark as the night sky. "To hunt and defy us as only a fool would. You dare to challenge a power that far exceeds your own? Then you shall die by the Hellish Assassin Karsh.." The monster soon formed into a black cloud of smoke that soon died down and seemed to no longer exist. Shijuro fell to a single knee,his fists closed tight in anger. Few words would once again run within his mind. "Could i have begun to ignore my past and tried to move on?" His eyes soon closed as the sound of night filled the area. Morning had soon come and Shijuro took on the binding spell once more. His right arm being wrapped within a tight fitting bandage,the secrets of his art unleashed once more,he continued on for days in such a state. The occurance of power had been intense,yet something was wrong. It seemed to become too much as his body cried in pain from within. And it was as if he begged for death having hunted down Karsh in such a state. Finding the demon within a now bloody village. Karsh had claimed it his own. Shijuro faced him with fierce eyes and a sheathed blade. No hesitation to attack came about this time,and the battle remained equal and intense. The flow of battle soon changed when Karsh removed his cloak revealing a scarred chest and a third eye upon his head. Shijuro was struck with surprise. Another Jagan!? But how? He had surely thought he were the last.. The demon Karsh suddenly spoke as he Split himself into two seperate beings. "Jagan? I am far from a Jagan. I am what some would call a torn soul." As the battle hardened,Shijuro continued on and managed to defeat one. But as the final blow had been dealt,Shijuro found himself impaled with the bladed end of Karsh's Scythe handle. Only to fall limp to the ground as the bladed end of the Scythe were slowly removed. And the now torn bandage made it's way to the dirt ground with the sudden motion. As everything began to fade,Shijuro's heart intensely sped up. His right arm was covered in a dark flame which would soon spread over his entire body,and cover a partial amount of the area in a small circular formation around himself. The flames soon died and Shijuro stood with darkened wings and no injuries. Karsh immediately attacking,the battle continued. Fatal attacks avoided with playful ease,others allowed to hit, he grinned speaking out calmly. "Pitiful..one who acts as if they are a true torn soul. Even if considered a torn soul...it should be taken more as a curse then as a gift." The weapon of Karsh had soon been parried and sent aside jamming into the ground. A deep upwards slash was delivered into the demon's chest shortly after. Sending him into the air,only to land onto his own weapon being impaled as if in turn. Karsh slowly looked toward the warrior raising a shaky hand halfway as he spoke out. "Shijuro..." Yet the words of the demon were cut off by the warriors own. "No.......Alexander." A half glance was given toward the demon and red eyes had been revealed as final words were spoken by Alexander. "Remember who did this to you...." Alexander quickly lowered,his right fist being slammed into the ground as he did so. The ground suddenly cracked as a growing wave of dark blue energy filled the area which soon made it's way to the sky. Leaving The demon's body disintegrated in a slow process. |
