Post by Kakashi on Mar 11, 2006 20:52:23 GMT -5
Chapter One
Life, begins with a single cell, so tells us by science, but what if you already existed? What if you just kept living new lives, over and over again. What if through every life you had you were the savior of the world? For Ishnor Raetu, this hell is beginning anew.
"Theres money on this 'ere horse ol' boy, take ya from this side of the world to the next in a day," the stable-hand told him.
"I'll believe that when I see it," the young man was tall, 16 years this Friday. He had the blue eyes, but black hair, an odd one for this village, most brown eyed and brown hair, or hazel eyes. He'd never been treated like an odd one out though, he was friendly and outgoing, and almost always able to make friends.
"Don't believe me eh? Well that's fine, ya stupid anyway, now get outta my stable, I ain't letting people just stand here taking up space," he said, muttering curses under his breath. Almost, always could make friends.
He hurried out of the stable and marched home, but stopped, just outside the door. Something felt off. Something felt wrong. Something was a feeling of eyes watching him, and he turned quickly. A horse with an iron clad man on it stood not fifty feet from him, staring at him, but almost appearing to look at nothing.
Ishnor turned and went in, as usual, no one was there, his parents had died in the Great Utz-Hazx Raid. Utz-Hazx, horrible creatures, eight feet high, horns making them even taller, they were always in dragon red battle armour, and giant granite shields and blades as tall as a human were there trademarks.
His father had left him something though, a sword. It was almost like an Utz-Hazx sword, but instead of the coloring dragon red, it was engraved with a dragon. He never had used it, but he practiced, and was quite good.
Life, begins with a single cell, so tells us by science, but what if you already existed? What if you just kept living new lives, over and over again. What if through every life you had you were the savior of the world? For Ishnor Raetu, this hell is beginning anew.
"Theres money on this 'ere horse ol' boy, take ya from this side of the world to the next in a day," the stable-hand told him.
"I'll believe that when I see it," the young man was tall, 16 years this Friday. He had the blue eyes, but black hair, an odd one for this village, most brown eyed and brown hair, or hazel eyes. He'd never been treated like an odd one out though, he was friendly and outgoing, and almost always able to make friends.
"Don't believe me eh? Well that's fine, ya stupid anyway, now get outta my stable, I ain't letting people just stand here taking up space," he said, muttering curses under his breath. Almost, always could make friends.
He hurried out of the stable and marched home, but stopped, just outside the door. Something felt off. Something felt wrong. Something was a feeling of eyes watching him, and he turned quickly. A horse with an iron clad man on it stood not fifty feet from him, staring at him, but almost appearing to look at nothing.
Ishnor turned and went in, as usual, no one was there, his parents had died in the Great Utz-Hazx Raid. Utz-Hazx, horrible creatures, eight feet high, horns making them even taller, they were always in dragon red battle armour, and giant granite shields and blades as tall as a human were there trademarks.
His father had left him something though, a sword. It was almost like an Utz-Hazx sword, but instead of the coloring dragon red, it was engraved with a dragon. He never had used it, but he practiced, and was quite good.