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Prior to submitting the Character Sheet, please submit a response to these writing prompts:
1. Your Master/Mistress wants you to run in an errand for them in the city.2. Your Queen has been abducted.3. Your mother was assassinated.4. You're grieving a death. . .5. Assassins were sent to kill you.6. If you do not save the prince before midnight, you will be sent to jail.

Please note that you did not include any context, which should means that my piece should still be valid. That being said, I chose 5; Let's begin =))

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She was beautiful.

Her face was one he had seen a thousand times before, on a thousand other women; a countenance that was unspeakably plain adorned with the features that couldn't be found different from those of the faceless masses. Her expression was one of quiet determination -a slight pull on her brow, and an almost infinitesimal narrowing of her dark eyes- one that betrayed single minded purpose and the resolve to see her mission fulfilled. Her hair was long but it proved to be a boon, tied into a tight bun when a shorter bob would only ensure that the fringes flailed wildly as she moved with a sinister purpose.

Her body wasn't one that spoke of arduous work, and yet it denied the testament of the sheltered lives of nobles as it screamed of work; of a thousand days spent hard at labor and a thousand more waiting in the wilderness. Her limbs were long, almost elegantly shaped as they glided trough the night. They remained hidden in black fabric that rendered her almost invisible against the darkness around him, allowing her to move with impunity while he could only flee. He could barely track her form as they danced in the starlight, the black of her own tight garb ensuring that he saw very little though that advantage was mirrored by his own dark blue short robe.

The only reason why they could get an inkling as to where the other stood was that they met in a clearing, where even the gentle moonlight was enough to reveal that which hid in the darkness. But the senses of an assassin were many, and as darkness was their most constant companion, the woman before him had no troubling resuming her assault. The light of the moon barely glinted off of her steel before the assassin's dagger passed the space where he once stood in a radiant arc.

She was fast, the dagger simply a white blur in her calloused hands, but more than that she was agile. She weaved with steel as if it were a needle seeking cloth and sending it darting every which way to catch her prey and draw precious life blood. Her steps were almost graceful in the darkness and her feet always found firm ground even as they danced around the clearing; their music being the of the quiet night and the rhythm of their own footfalls. Her thrusts were sharp, perfectly linear and always on target; he had already lost count of how many times he should have met death if he didn't know where she would strike.

That was always the troublesome thing about dealing with assassins: they always struck from where one didn't look, always hid in plain sight, and always made themselves known whenever it was much too late. If he was perfectly honest in his assessment, he would never have been able to drag the confrontation on for this long if he didn't see her coming; and even when he did, she seemed to be more than capable of holding her own against a trained individual.

She was a woman, and yet she fought like a cornered viper. She was soft and almost submissive before the first thrust but now she held the air of a tyrannical warrior who aimed to strike him down before he could tell others of her valor. She could have easily passed as a maid in one of the courts if she was as able to serve as she was able to kill, but she spent her days in the wilderness, so much so that she was able to hunt man as easily as man would hunt beast.

She was perfect, and that couldn't have been any more clear as she took him down in another three moves and brought the steel his family forged to rest gently upon his throat.

Strangely enough, he could only smirk in the face of his imminent demise.

"I was supposed to be receive half after I found and took care of my mark." Her voice was soft, almost amused, but her eyes held a coldness that could only be mirrored by his own. Her hands were steady as they rested on his chest and neck while her breath was even steadier despite the minutes they spent in combat. "But I highly doubt that I would be be able to walk away freely, much less paid, if my employer was killed."

"You will be paid in full a few hours from now at the agreed meeting area, though of course only if you sheathe your blade and and guide me there." His own tone was level as his eyes shined with what appeared to be simple satisfaction. His gaze almost betrayed amusement when he deciphered her troubled expression. "Of course I'm not as daft as to bring the money with me. What would stop you from taking my head and my money before you disappear into the night?"

"Not even I am skilled enough to evade the entire Imperial army if they came for my head, Young Master." With mechanical precision, the blade flew from his neck into its sheath, the finely polished wood resting on her back as it received the steel before it was taken and offered to the man still on the floor. "And I am sure that they would come for me after if I killed the son of the Family that arms them."

He received the weapon, his own personal short blade, with a scoff. "Those fools would be hunting for a man after surveying the clearing. You would be free to live your life however you want if I made such an obvious blunder."

"You're playing a dangerous game, Young Master." She could only shake her head in confusion, the boy deserved being called the mystery of their family.

"I know." His smile was one of the predator who found his prey, and she was having second thoughts as to whether or not she should have surrendered the dagger. "Would you like to join me?"

 

[Han JiHyo]

Writing Prompt 3 & 4

The horror before his eyes was worse than any battlefield he had ever seen. In every direction Gui-Ren looked, fields were burning. Dwellings collapsed in on themselves, leaving blackened stakes beneath the warm blue sky and smouldering heaps of debris. Bodies littered the ground. Young and old. Men and women. Trampled, impaled, decapitated. Blood soaked the earth beneath, darkening it to a rusty red. The stench of death was suffocating and seared his nose, burned into his mind. Gui-Ren’s mount pawed the ground and snorted, tossing its head as if equally disturbed by the scene. Beside him, General Geun-Tae gritted his teeth.

“Those Kai bastards!” He growled and spat upon the dusty ground, fist wrapped around the pommel of his jian as he glared at the scene below.

Gui-Ren’s fingers tightened on his reins, knuckles whitening. “General Geun-Tae.”

“…Your Majesty.”

“Take whatever troops you command who are willing.” The young King lowered his voice, tone harsh and unyielding as he gave his order. “Find them. Kill them all.”

The General’s breath came out in a heavy rush of air, from determination or grimness Gui-Ren could not tell. “By your command.” Without a second’s hesitation, he jerked his horse around, shouting for his men even as he thundered off.

Gui-Ren released a shuddering breath once he was alone, suppressed emotions leaking through. This village, Kinshu, belonged to the Kingdom of Kouka. Former Fire Tribe territory, it had been recently reclaimed rightfully in a swift and decisive victory. The elation that had flooded him – having accomplished such a swift and successful campaign – was now gone. Just like the Kouka subjects that laid massacred at his feet. Footsteps approached, making him glance away from the carnage. It was Bo-Lin, a grimace in his eyes as he covered his mouth and nose with part of his wide sleeve, long black fringe obscuring one eye. The eunuch never had the stomach for battle, no matter how many he experienced when serving at the side of the late Emperor and now Gui-Ren.

“Your Majesty.” The advisor spoke softly, for Gui-Ren’s ears alone. “It would be best if you returned to the camp.”

The young Emperor closed his eyes briefly and turned away from the other man. “No.” He would not retreat and hide away from this.

Bo-Lin looked up at him with concern, lowering his hands, the decorated trim of his long sleeves fluttering in the soft breeze. “Your Majesty…”

“I am all right. I shall and will not falter here, Bo-Lin.” His voice was flat, firm, and left no room for further discussion.

His advisor frowned, displeasure clear on his face but did not press. Just then, two of his personal guards galloped into view from the east at full speed. He heard their call even before they reached him.

“Your Majesty!” The one on the left said between rough and uneven breaths as he tried to steady his breathing enough for his words to come out clearly. The sheer panic on his face caused Gui-Ren’s own heart to race, all sorts of undesirable scenarios flash across his mind’s eye. Did Kai catch them unawares? Did General Geun-Tae fall? “I-It’s the Dowager Empress – I – we deserve death, Your Majesty!”

Even if the guard had continued, Gui-Ren could hear naught beyond the muted thundering in his ears. It wasn’t something he ever thought would happen. The main camp was far behind borders, away from the frontlines and filled with the majority of his forces. He had thought it a safer place than the palace. Apparently, he was wrong. His body moved on auto, heels digging roughly into the flanks of his horse and galloping full-speed back to the main camp. A small part of his conscience denied everything the guard had said, holding firm to the belief that his mother had simply fallen ill. However, the realist side knew it was a futile wish, the wish of a child refusing to acknowledge that he would never hear his mother’s soft voice again, never be able to shed the burdens of a ruler as soon as he stepped into her chambers for a visit.

The somber atmosphere surrounding the camp filled his being with dread. Servants and soldiers alike dropped to their knees as he cantered pass and finally arrived outside the Dowager Empress’ tent. Dismounting stiffly, Gui-Ren threw the flap aside and entered to the sight of the physician and nurses surrounding his mother’s bed, heads bowed in grief. They parted wordlessly as Gui-Ren approached, footsteps loud in the stifled silence. The Dowager Empress laid motionless, pale hands folded neatly on the blanket that covered her up to her torso, appearing to all the world as if she was merely sleeping. But the absence of the rise and fall of her chest dispelled that notion.

“Get out.” The words came out raspy as he tried not to choke on the sorrow creeping up.

No one moved, unsure if hey heard their King right.

“I said…GET OUT!”

Everyone fled, leaving Gui-Ren alone within the tent in a matter of seconds. With heavy steps, he moved over to the bedside, trembling hand coming up to ran light fingers over his mother’s cheek. Although it hadn’t been long since her death, the skin was cool to the touch, exuding none of the warmth he had long since associated with maternal love. To think that they shared a plate of snacks just this morning.

A single tear fell, landing on the silk bedsheet. An anguished cry clawed its way past his constricted throat. His knees collided with the floor as all strength left him. Silent sobs wrecked his body, the pain that pierced his heart so sharp it left him gasping for air. Guilt and regret ate away at him, intensifying the mental agony a hundredfold. Why had he accepted his mother’s offer to remain in the camp as a strategic advisor? Why was he so dependant and useless that he couldn’t make a militaristic decision without seeking her approval? His self-centeredness and insecurity had cost him his mother’s life. The palace may be a deadly place, but it seemed outside it was no better. Not when serpents clung to her. Gui-Ren should have anticipated this, but his selfish interest blinded him. He had none to blame for this but himself.

Moments passed that felt like an eternity. His grief and rage cooled to a brittle agony. When he finally gathered the energy to tear his gaze away from his mother’s corpse, hours had passed. The muted clamour of soldiers returning, of fire roaring and meal being served slowly registered. He had been so out of it that only when Bo-Lin deliberately shifted did Gui-Ren realise the eunuch had been standing a respectful distance away.

“What is it.” His words came out flat and dead, more a statement than a question.

“General Geun-Tae has accomplished his mission and returned, Your Majesty.” Bo-Lin answered, straightening from his bowed stance. “General Zao-Wu requests your presence for a matter of utmost urgency, regarding…the late Dowager Empress. Maid Ru-Qi has confessed.”

“Is that so?” Gui-Ren got to his feet, a spark igniting in his chest at the thought of punishing the one who delivered death to his mother, as well as the puppeteer behind the scenes.

Without another word, he turned on his heels, hand clenched around the sheath of his sword. Preparations for the late Dowager Empress would be held a few days later, when the border is secured and he returns to the Capital.

Both Generals were awaiting him within the Command tent, a bloodied and bruised maid half-lying on the floor between their feet. As soon as he stepped in, Ru-Qi visibly strained to push herself upright, coughing harshly.

“Please kill me, Your Majesty.”

Nothing more needed to be said. Gui-Ren drew his sword and brought it down in a single, smooth motion. Eyes snapping to Zao-Wu, the Emperor flipped the still-bloody sword horizontally, holding it out for the General to take.

“You know who Ru-Qi received orders from. Kill him and his entire family. Spare none, not even the youngest child.”

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[DemetrioMachete]

((For this prompt I chose to blend 4 and 5.))
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There were only a few people gathered around as her body was burned. Tanoshi and his family were commoners, and only knew just so many of their neighbors. Tanoshi was still dressed in his armor, having been pardoned from the palace in order to grieve the death of his mother. His father had told him that she had died in her sleep, peacefully.. so at least there was that.

Hours passed as the body finally finished burning and the stone-faced associates collected her ashes, handing them to Tanoshi's father. His son always saw him as a strong man, with rich, thick skin, a legendarily groomed mustache, and that practically omnipresent squint he always bore. But now, as he held his wife's ashes, the old farmer seemed to crumble. His mustache drooped, and his eyes seemed to sink into his head. Tanoshi himself had dropped his positivity. His own face was still of fire, his eyes beginning to glisten from his resisting the urge to cry. He held his hands together against his stomach, so tightly that the slightest slip would induce the mild squeals of chain links rubbing against each other.

"Tanoshi. Son." His father began to speak, Tanoshi whipping his head around to meet his gaze.

"Starting today. You are all I have left. All this family has left. Now you're getting on in years.. You're 22. You need to find a girl to settle down with and keep our family alive." Tanoshi was silent for several seconds, his face comforting with stress and frustration. It seemed like every day since he became an adult, Tanoshi's father had been pestering him to settle down. Now, Tanoshi shook his head, taking a deep breath. This would have to be the last time Tanoshi would have to tell him.

"I.. I just cannot, Father." His voice was shaky at first, but after catching himself waivering, Tanoshi shook his head, hardening his gaze and looking his father right in the eye. "I have lived the life you have readied for me, and I have seen the life that my masters live. I desire only the best for my offspring, and so I shall settle for no less than to marry the daughter of a noble family! Even if it is not a Koizumi, those other lesser families still wield healthy sums of money and will most certainly provide an easy life for them."

"Son..." Tanoshi's father was visibly shaking. Only the first few words could remain calm, as he spoke next. Soon though, he would be shouting in his own frustration. "How many times must I tell you son, that you are but a peasant!? No noblewoman would ever allow you to be her suitor! Think about this!"

"I have thought it over, father!" Tanoshi shouted right back at him, unwilling to accept that his dreams were being denied. "I can make myself an acceptable suitor! Do you know how many stories of brave warriors rescuing the nobility end with them marrying into the royal family from peasantry!? A lot of them, father! I just need to wait until the time is right!"

"Even if all your waiting means I might die before I get to see my legacy continue!?"

Tanoshi paused. The expression his face, and his body swaying so uncomfortably.. It was impossible to tell if he was actually taken aback by what his father just said, or was mustering up the bravado to punch him in the face. When he finally could speak, it was quiet, and more subdued.

"You always told me, father, to follow my dreams. And ever since I became an adult, I told you that I wanted a life where my children wouldn't have to bear the news of me being slain in the line of duty. It was why I desired to either marry a Noble.. o-or a Youkai."

Tanoshi's father also paused. His stern expression fully giving way to one of sheer guilt. His leathery hands relaxed as he took a deep breath, hanging his head briefly as he reconsidered the tone to take with his son.

"Tanoshi.. we have been over this a few times. Youkai do not exist." He was much calmer, his voice deep and low, coming out like gravel. "And.. While possible it may be, marrying into the nobility as a commoner would be extremely unlikely. The mere mention of attempting it may get you flogged. I don't want that for you. Tanoshi.. youre all I have left. Your little sister died a year ago, and your mother has perished today. I have taught you everything I know, and the Militia has taught you so much more. There is only one more piece of knowledge that I have left to impart on you. That is, that sometimes.. your dreams are just never able to be reached. And sometimes.. You just have to settle with what life can deal you. Do not die like a fool chasing for the stars, Tanoshi. Just do your job, and do it well." As he spoke, Tanoshi's father places a hand on his son's shoulder. Even through his heavy pauldron, he could feel the weight of the hand. Tanoshi's mind was racing as he listened to his father's words. The fire in his eyes never faded, but it was clear it didn't know where to go. What emotion to feed. The young guardsmen was a chaotic maelstrom of emotion, his hands clenching and unclenching, his lip twitching, and his very eyes seeming to dilate. By the time his father was done, Tanoshi took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and hung his head. He maintained this guilty posture for about ten seconds, and then his head rose up. Confidence peaked in his eyes, and a cocky half-smile emerged from his lips.

"I'm no ordinary man, father. I am Tanoshi, born of a great man with immense wisdom and this land's greatest mustache. I will be capable of great things, myself. I can accomplish anything I set my mind to and just you wait, I shall!"

After a few minutes of socializing with his neighbors, Tanoshi returned to the palace and his duties.

. . .

Hours had passed by, and very little had happened. During these moments of silence, Tanoshi would lean against the nearest wall, dreaming of the man he wanted to be. A vigilante; a ronin who operated outside of the law to eradicate crime all across the land. A warrior shrouded in darkness with the nobility of a samurai, and a body count in the thousands. At every passing sound or person, though, Tanoshi's fantasies ended, and he reminded himself of who he was: just a Guardsman. A Captain, sure, but a Guardsmen nonetheless. He commanded a company of 25 soldiers, notorious for their consistently high morale. And then when the suspicion waivered, and the people were out of sight, Tanoshi went right back to his daydreaming. When he had to go and patrol, he walked in such a way that made his heavy armor clink and clank in the most noisy manner possible. He absolutely adored the sound it made, and made him feel secured, protected, but above all else: badass. Particularly how as he bounced while he walked, his dadao clanked and slid against his cuirass, having been harnessed to his back. That as well as his bow and a quiver of 30 arrows.

Just as he was about to round the corner, Tanoshi heard another noise. It sounded like something colliding with metal. He turned and looked around, curious how anything could have made that sound out in the courtyard he was patrolling. Seeing nothing, he shrugged, and resumed his patrol. Over time, his back began to feel itchy. Terribly itchy. It was so difficult to scratch an itch in this armor, and so most itches went ignored. But this one was bad. Tanoshi had to pause, reach his arm back towards the itch, and press down on his armor whilst twisting his hips every which way in order to relieve it. Just when he thought he had, though. The itch returned, and he felt further along his back to try and get it again. It was then that he felt the arrow puncturing his armor. He grabbed at it several times just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and sure enough, there was an arrow just above his kidneys. Without hesitation he pulled the arrow out. It didn't hurt that bad, as upon closer inspection, only the very tip of the arrow had pierced him. As he stared at the thing, he groaned in complaint.

"Uuugh, son of a whore, who ever did that I ought to spank their ass. Gah.. guess I should go to the nurses." Before he could do any such thing though, someone had grappled with Tanoshi and placed him into a standing rear chokehold. Tanoshi, realizing the situation, tensed up and attempted to pry the arm off of his neck. It was hard to do without leverage. A knife then appeared at his throat.

"We overheard your plan at that funeral." A haggard, raspy voice spoke. "We will never let it come to fruition! A peasant marrying royalty!? You will only learn your place after your death, worthless peon. KILL HIM!" Several more men, armed with blades and dressed in black, identity concealing cloaks rushed out into the courtyard. Tanoshi, on instinct, began to twist and spin his choking assailant, throwing off his aim with the knife and allowing Tanoshi to bite his clenched hand. He heard a gasp as his teeth sank into the flesh and slid against bone, his eyes glowering with focus as he heard the knife clang against the floor. With leverage on his hip, he tossed the choker over his shoulder, now focusing on the other seven men rushing him. The first attempted to stab him in the gut, only to have his whole hand grasped by Tanoshi, pulled forward and elbowed in the face. The next two attempted a slash on his front and back, but alas, they slid off his armor due to the bad angle. Tanoshi let go of the stabber' s hand, balled his own into an armored fist, reeled back, and slugged the third attacked in the nose, then shifting his posture to leap backwards, slamming his meaty back into the fourth, forcing him to stumble back, as he looked down at his hand covered in the blood dripping from his nose. The fifth of his attackers had a spear. And as he attempted to drive it into Tanoshi's side, he grabbed the pole and yanked it out of his hand, then threw him to the ground, planting his feet on his chest as he caught him in an armbar. He began to shout and curse from the pain, pleading with his allies to get Tanoshi off of him. The sixth attacker complied and attempted to impale the grounded Tanoshi. The guardsman's eyes widened as he saw the blade coming for him, and his response was to take his feet off of his victim's chest, and clap them together to stop the blade. He heard a loud clang as he saw the blade just inches from his neck, halted by his armored boots. He couldn't help but give a nervous laugh. The seventh attacker withdrew, sliding his sword out of Tanoshi's vicegrip as he readied another strike. Tanoshi reacted in panic again, jerking upwards. This misdirected the attack and caused the assassin to accidentally slice his ally's arm. Blood soaked his gold Cuirass as he quickly rolled to his feet, putting himself in a ready stance as he eyed down his last able attackers. It then dawned on him, his eyes opened wide and he gasped in shock.

"Oooh crap I forgot to draw my sword!"

Tanoshi began to pedal backwards, reaching behind his back as he tried to draw his dadao. The assailants, only four of them standing, tried to rush him and attack all at once. The guardsmen was on the defensive as he jumped, dodged and bounced attacks off of his armor, all while trying to get his sword out and plea with the attackers.

"No, no! Seriously! Let me get my sword out guys! He-hey! No fair I need my- whoa! I need my- DAMN IT I NEED MY FREAKING SWORD!" All the while he spoke, the assassin's were trying to connect their weapons to Tanoshi's flesh as the guardsmen weaved around them, and when one of them finally chipped into his armor, Tanoshi grew frustrated and shoulder rammed the guy, sending him crashing to the floor. Tanashi's eyes grew sinister as he finally heard his dadao slide off his Cuirass and freely into his hand. A big man needed a big sword. The assailants were not daunted by this and attacked again. Tanoshi wound his whole body back, readying the blade in two hands, and the moment they were in range, his tight posture exploded, flowing forward in a single horizontal slash that cleaved open the bellies of both the assassins. Now all seven of them were down for the count, bruised, unconscious, and/or bleeding out. Tanoshi's adrenaline wore off, and he began to feel slightly winded. He panted, placing his hands on his hips after he sheathed his greatsword. He then spoke to his would-be killers.

"...oh... phew! Okay... I'm... gonna go get a nurse. *huff* stay right here. Oh, *huff* and another thing... you.. You all... You're all under arrest." With that, the heavily armored guardsmen lumbered off to go fetch a nurse, his massive footfall echoing for some time after he left their field of view.

 

[Graysilver264]

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Hua Cheng walked his usual route through the city. This time with an unusual feeling plaguing him. This morning, his lord had given him a direct assignment to check on the markets of Juerushiti. From the moment Cheng had entered his lord`s conference chambers he knew something had been wrong. His lord had always been the humorous type, a man of pleasure was how Cheng would describe him indirectly. Directly his lord was either lord or Akiyama. Lord Akiyama had set an especially ominous mood this morning as his message was dire as well. “There are rumors” were his first words. “go now” were his last.

What a change of tune the city was, the relative recently placed stone roads were filled with people and their words, only the music from street artists arose above the murmur. It seemed like the people were completely unaware of the perils they were constantly in. As if their economy was indestructible. They were especially ungrateful towards the lords merchants who safeguarded their beloved money. Cheng felt it was time for him to get the recognition he deserved. Two kids ran after each other and crossed Cheng`s path, bringing his usual smile back on his face. It was very hard to not be swayed into the shared feeling of abundance in Juerushiti. It has always been, even before the unheard of growth of it`s borders people were content with their lifestyles. Add a few years and a lot of entertainment and food to that and you get what the magnificent city is now. Hua Cheng loved the charade, especially since it took his mind of his work when he walked the streets.

Cheng walked into a crossing, the path to his right led to the poor quarters, here discontent shouts were to be heard about the way they were treated. To his left was his usual path, which he would take today as well. He had no time for riots today. Around the corner was one of the podiums on which art was displayed. This time a theater production was being played about Governor Akiyama and his daily work. Apparently people wanted to see more about his life, but did not dare to get close to him at all. Hua Cheng would make sure to tell the governor to make more frequent appearances around here.

At the market the livelihood of the city was at it`s peak, here people were buying and selling everything they needed. People seemed happy to be under Akiyama rule, since his plans for the constant expansion of Juerushiti city had given the people something to do, therefore they earned money and therefor they could spend a lot more. Everyone was happy at all times.

The streets where the market was situated were broad, so that even with all of these people here, carts could still pass by. So they did in columns of two passing each other in opposite directions. Hua Cheng remembered how when he had started to work for ‘the bigger fish’, people on carts would greet each other driver, now there were too many and drivers would not even spare a glance as they tried to maneuver around the sea of people flocking around them, while keeping an eye on their produce to prevent stealing. The drivers were the people always ready to be ‘hit’ by misfortune. Hua Cheng was glad he was not one of them. For now he could watch for fortune opportunities, like this one.

To his left one stand was attracting a lot of attention. Where previously only music and the shouting of salesmen could be heard, now the bustle of folk eradicated the streets of any further noise. They were excited. Hua Cheng got closer to the cattle of the city to hear which words they were spouting. Simple people would always grant their words for free, which was very valuable to Cheng.
“Wow are these really bees?”
“Aren`t those really rare”
“Man, I would love to start my own silk farm”
Cheng had found his assignment. He moved closer, pushing his way through the crowd, attracting a lot of menacing looks. Cheng had been practicing crowd control for all of his life and he was very skilled at picking his middle length and posture enemies to push aside. These were not too strong and dumb and not too quick and smart either, just perfect. As Hua Cheng got closer to where the stand had to be, he could hear the subject of speech change around him.
“Why is he selling for such a low price?”
“This is an insane opportunity”
Hua Cheng knew coming closer to the stand was a bad idea, so he turned to his right to get away from the crowd. His height would allow him to see more of what was happening, but he would be seen as well. He also already knew what the problem was here, this was an economic infiltration. Hostile inflation so to speak. Someone wanted to hurt the economy of the city by lowering the silk prices. He also knew that hostile meant guards and that these guards would instantly recognize him as an Akiyama merchant. He also knew that if he was recognized, he would be killed. Killing the lord`s men was not allowed, but since Cheng had been occupied by more shady businesses, he did not get the full protection. If he would be killed, lord Akiyama would want nothing to do with his identity. Yet the silk trade was too important.

Cheng left the crowd and quickened his pace. This was a time of urgency, he had to act quickly, for every minute new bee colonies would be sold into the city. Hua Cheng had a few legal ways to approach this problem. He could let this one slip and up the sales of silk products, but women did not come out of thin air. An other option was to buy all of this up, but that would be way to suspicious. Or, this one was edgy, he could buy most of the silk for himself, while tricking his own lord. This last one stuck. This would be a serious crime and if Cheng would get caught, that would mean death. But he did not have to get caught and this was an opportunity. The choice: Live a life full of fear and riches to strive for freedom, or live a life full of fear and follow the crowd by acting as if nothing was wrong.

The first step was always the hardest. Hua Cheng turned around, a long lost flare returned in his eyes and his instincts started working again. It was as if an old locomotive had just been given fuel again, it creaked and started of slowly. Then it caught on his tracks, he saw his first obvious target. A man with a box walked away from the crowd, it was buzzing.
‘come on this is no challenge’, Cheng told himself as the last step was always easiest.
‘Good sir, I see you have gotten a fine deal today’, Hua Cheng smiled politely at the grinning new farmer.
‘get out of my way, what do you know of me’.
‘Everything, you are a man of opportunities and so am I. Let us make a deal, I will pay you double for the contents of that box’. There was the reaction Cheng had loved for every day of his life. Surprise covered the face of this man new to economics, surprise from Cheng`s knowledge of the contents of the box. Surprise from another fresh wind this soon after. This was the face of a man whose luck could not be broken, the only face Cheng loved more. ‘Okay, I give in, 4 times the price and you will work for me deal?’.
The man`s face turned an even brighter red, best described by the face of a new-born paprika. “Yes!”.
Cheng took his next step, walking towards his next target. A man not wearing any boxes with a way too bright smile on his face for this time of the day. “But how will I contact you?” The man shouted into the crowd where in his new friend had disappeared.

One month later Akiyama summoned Hua Cheng once again. This time it was in his usual manner, with a drink around a table while music was playing and pastries would be served. “I prefer these moods lord”. Cheng knew he was teasing his master by naming his title, he would prefer to be called by name. Yet teasing was Cheng`s job.
There they sat together once again, merchant and master, discussing trades. Meanwhile Cheng knew that his own network of farmers was steadily growing, yet as long as his masters would as well, there was no problem, as was the case with his people

 

[Cosmos]

(I can write more…. In fact quite a lot more. But under the circumstances this is what I can give considering me and writing prompts really don't mix all that well XD I apologise if it seems slightly awkward or off at some points as stated before I'm not the bets at these things~ k a l l i s t o )

Writing Prompt:
"We'll be right back my little starlight~ Okay?…." The woman's voice was soft and silky as she knelt down slowly besides the little girl, placing a hand on the back of her head and pushing it closer to her gently as she kissed the Childs forehead and smiled warmly down at them, her hand slowly moving down to that of the Childs and placing a pendant within before standing once more, hands clasped together and the ruff and battle worn hand of the man beside her ruffled the girls hair back and forth with a smirk and a chuckle, "Yeah, don't cha' worry ya' little head one bit Stella." He teased, pulling the arm back and placing it into his pocket much like his other. The girl nodded and giggled at the actions of both, fixing up her hair the best she could and waving innocently as she said goodbye, the two adults behind her giving a simple nod in acknowledgement of farewells before closing the door.​

Time seemed to pass slowly that day as Stella watched each and every cloud pass by out the window along with drawing messily onto a piece of paper, eager to hand the gifts to her parents upon their return but alas minuets turned to hours and soon she couldn't help but find herself leaning on the window sill, standing on her tiptoes to reach up there and arms folded against each other her her small head laid gently within, watching as the skies colours changed from their light blue hues to that of an orange glow, fighting to keep her eyelids from closing and lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

Sitting against the wall by the wooden door wasn't the most practical position one would think of, but for the sleepy two year old it was far more than enough, curled up and still waiting for it to creak open and the familiar sight of the faces she knew and loved to appear, her vision fading to a blur as the two adults o the household walked over and carefully placed a blanket on er suspecting the child of being asleep, each exchanging a worried glance at the door before what could be taken as a very forced reassuring smile at the young girl.

The next morning the girl shot up at the sound of the door opening beside her, face lighting up like sun as she eagerly rushed in front of the adults and looked up at who was there, only to be greeted with the unfamiliar face of someone she didn't know, glancing back at the two behind her they gave a soft smile, "Your going to live with these people for a while" They explained, gesturing towards the stranger at the door, "Okay…. But when's mummy and daddy coming back?…." the small child asked as she took a few hesitant steps forward, now fully facing the two behind her and eyes staring up in a longing fashion, as if searching for answers in any way they could find, "Soon dear." They replied, the woman's hand tightening its grasps on that of the man beside hers, "But they promised they would be right back, when will they be back?" She continued, the small child's eyes slowly filling with tears, "S-Soon." The man urged again, her smile even seeming forced to the toddler by this point, "I-I want my mummy and daddy….." The small girl began to insist timidly, tugging on the woman's clothing, "Shhhh, sweetie it's all going to be okay" The lady tried to comfort the child, gently removing the small hand from her clothing, the little girls hand falling to her side and tears began rolling down her face, "I want my mummy and daddy!" she cried out shakily, her small body trembling from the action and the small pendant within her other hand was grasped as tightly as the child's strength would allow.

Stella woke up with a sudden jolt, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead in the otherwise cold night, the warm fabric of the blanket lay wrapped messily upon her lap, eyes wide as she tried to calm her stuttered breaths before glancing out the window and up at the star filled sky, the moon glowing brightly above the rest and its glimmering rays illuminated the town below. It was then she slowly reached upwards and touched the small flower shaped object around her neck, fingers wrapping around it until enclosed in her fist, a reassured and hopeful smile curving its way gently onto her lips, "….. Between the here, between the now….." The tune began and echoed softly throughout the silence of the night.​

 

[AlwaysSassy23]

Writing Prompt 4The sliding door of a six tatami room was left open, letting a gentle breeze in to cool the area. The pitter patter of the rain on the engawa cover created a soft white noise for the young woman sitting seiza in the centre of the room, behind a table facing the open doors.

To say the state of the table was a mess would be an understatement. A sheet of paper laid on nearly every inch of the table top. There was not a single inkling of organisation on the table, contrasting with the attire of the noble at the head of the desk.

Those in the region of Yoski referred to the only daughter of the Takanashi family as a rare beauty of knowledge and skill. Ameryuu carried herself with dignity and pride rarely unseen in the Takanashi line. The princess was one of few princesses to serve as an advisor to the Emporer, who gladly accepted any criticism or advice she was willing to offer. It was, for this reason, she bothered with the documents in front of her.

The majority of her dark hair sat in a tight bun at the crown of her head, held together by a mint green ribbon. Her kimono was one of simple design, a white base with mint green spiral designs and embroidery. Her dark brown irises narrowed in concentration, scanning over the papers in a quick and precise manner. Any unsuitable or irrelevant documents were placed in a neat pile to her left. Anything deemed suitable ended up in a pile to her right.

A young servant, not more than fifteen, appeared in the doorway. He watched as the princess sorted the papers, wondering when he should interrupt the young woman. The noblewoman was so focused on her task that she had not noticed his presence until he cleared his throat, breaking her concentration. Her head rose, eyes travelling up the young teen's figure as she looked to see who it was that had business with her.

“Ameryuu-sama,” the male began nervously, still standing outside of the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt your work, but a message came for you.” He lifted the hand holding the letter, showing his mistress. Ame gave the male a smile and motioned for him to enter. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, remaining near the doorway, not far from his original position outside of the room.

“If you will,” she said. Nodding furiously, the servant fumbled with the folded paper, attempting to open the letter to comply with the unsaid command. Ame rose an eyebrow, watching as he failed to open it the first few times. She was tempted to help the boy, but just as she made up her mind, the young man had managed to get the letter open. She gave him another smile, patiently waiting for him to read the letter. He took a deep breath and began to read the letter aloud.

"Takanashi Ameryuu. It is my pleasure to inform you that I have taken your father and brothers into our care. I have no desire to begin a war with the noble Takanashi family, but I am happy to comply. I require an artifact you have in your possession. Meet us at the gate. Come alone, lest you wish to see your family slaughtered. Signed... Miyayoshi Tenma."

The room fell silent after the male finished reading. The servant's eyes were fixed on the paper, rereading the words before him. He couldn't imagine the reaction the princess would have at the note. Slowly, he rose his eyes to feed his curiosity. His face drained of all colour, and his eyes widening in shock and fear.

The smile on Ame's face was one that many around the palace knew well, not because of its frequency, but instead of what follows. It held the terror members of the Takanashi family were well known for, and in particular, the female generations. Ame stood suddenly, startling the young male into dropping the letter. She bent over to retrieve the fallen paper, eyes scanning the paper, reading every word carefully, letting the words sink in. The smile dropped from her face, a grimace taking its place.

Miyayoshi Tenma. The current head of the conquering country Nakashisunai. A vile demon who steals from the weak, taxes the poor, and collects artefacts from families who are unable to stop him. A man who should not have been allowed to live as long as he had. No family was able to curb his desires. Those who tried had lasted mere seconds before he wiped them from existence and subsequently took over the lands the family had ruled.

He had set his eye on the peaceful country of Yoski ten years prior. Yoski was one of three regions responsible for protecting the gates to Yakusoku no Ji, a land of prosperity, magic, and immortality. Three artefacts were required to open the gates: the Fairy sword Kiyoraka-- regaled for its purifying powers, the mirror of the angels--which reveals the beauty of life, and the Dragon's Tear Necklace--a necklace that gives the wearer the ability to heal most wounds inflicted on their body. When gathered at the base of the Great Tree, the gate to Yakusoku no Ji would open, allowing one to enter and gaze upon the Fountain of Youth, the source of everlasting immortality.

Each artefact was guarded by a member of a royal family. The sword was entrusted to the Kuuichi family. The mirror fell under the responsibility of the Sakimoto family, leaving the protection of the necklace to the Takanashi family. Tragedy fell upon the Kuuichi and Sakimoto families the last few months, each family losing the protector as well as the artefact.

The letter resurfaced painful memories and feelings Ame had not felt since she was young. She managed to bury those feelings years ago, yet here they were, rearing their ugly head once again. The princess squeezed the hand holding the paper, crumpling it up and threw it to the side. She helped the servant up, giving him instructions to get her horse ready. After he had left, Ame allowed herself to be consumed by the tears. She collapsed to her knees, eyes watering as the memory of her mother's death washed over her.

Ten Years Ago

The Takanashi residence was teeming with people. A lively celebration gathered all members of the guardian families. Adults and children alike became bright and animated as time passed. However, this joyous occasion soon became short lived. At the party's peak, the group of unsuspecting nobles were ambushed. Demons flooded into the rooms occupied by the party, killing men, women, and children alike. The vast number of demons overpowered the guards, leaving the Royals to fend off the demons' themselves.

While the grunt demons kept the nobles busy, a demon made his move. He slunk into the Minka, using the noise from the distraction to make his way through the corridors. The palace halls were built like a maze, confusing anyone who was not a member of the family. The demon was aware of this fact, but it meant nothing to him. He could sense the immense power that was given off from the necklace. He honed in on the necklace, travelling through the corridors with ease. He came to a halt, deep within the palace walls. In front of him lied a small challenge. The door between him and his prize was protected, a barrier in store to ward off unwanted guests. A barrier difficult to break, if the demon were weak. He was not one of these demons. Stepping forward, he placed a hand on the door. The barrier reacted violently, electricity and light shooting from the point at which the demon came in contact with the door. A powerful explosion of protection magic was released from the barrier, surging through the house. Its purpose was to eliminate any demons within the household, and its effects were astounding.

All demons that surrounded the Royals were extinguished, allowing them to rest. While most fell to their knees in exhaustion, one stood on her feet, a look of worry on her face. The protection spell would only be released if the artefact was compromised. She turned to her husband, who understood the look on her face. Within seconds, she was rushing down the halls, the fastest path already mapped in her mind. When she reached her destination, her eyes widened in shock. The doorway was no longer there, instead replaced with a gap in the wall that appeared to have been blown away. Stepping out from the hole was none other than Miyayoshi Tenma. In his hands was the Dragon's Tear necklace. The Takanashi Queen rose her naginata, the blade facing the demon. "That is not for you to have," she spoke, watching the demon with trained eyes.

Miyayoshi turned his head slightly, gazing upon the guardian of the necklace. "Takanashi Kaida. The current protector of the Dragon's Tear. And what do you plan on doing? Stop me?" A dark chuckle erupted from his chest. "Your mother was unable to stop me and died trying to. Since then, I have grown more powerful. What can you do?" He asked, a sneer appearing on his face.

"What can I do?" Kaida echoed. She wondered that all her life. When the moment came, would she be able to make the difficult decision to protect her family? "What can I do? I can protect my family and the artefact. Like my mother and generations of Takanashi women did before me." Miyayoshi's sneer dropped as Kaida finished her statement. Kaida tightened her grip on her weapon and began to chant. A snarl rose from the demon in front of her, but she paid it no mind as she continued. Miyayoshi turned, moving towards her with murderous intent. Each step he made became weighed down as the young queen continued her chant. The air around her picked up, the spell she chanted reaching its end. Just as she spoke the last word, a blade found its way to her stomach. Kaida watched as Miyayoshi grinned up at her, just before disappearing, the sealing spell complete.

Kaida carefully pulled the sword from her stomach, crying out in pain as she did. She placed her hand over the wound, keeping the pressure on it. She looked around the rubble, her eyes searching dutifully for the artefact. Her eyes spotted a twinkle, and she sighed in relief. Just in front of her was the Dragon's Tear. She reached for it, holding it tightly in her grasp. Kaida stumbled away from the rubble, leaning against the wall for support. She only made it a few steps further before she was unable to stand. She slid down the wall, setting her back on it. A few seconds had passed before she heard a voice. Her twelve-year-old daughter turned the corner. When her eyes landed on her mother, she let out a cry and ran to her mother's side.

"Ah, my beautiful Ameryuu. I'm so happy you're here," Kaida said as she reached up to stroke her daughter's cheek. Ameryuu watched her mother with worry, tears filling her eyes. Her hands moved to hold her mother's. Kaida smiled down gently. "I'm glad to give my life for you."

"No, don't say that," Ameryuu responded, the tears spilling over. "You can't die! You can't! Who's going to protect the necklace if you die?" Kaida chuckled softly, coughing immediately afterwards. Ameryuu jumped, tightening the grip she held on her hand.

"I'm sorry," Kaida replied after she had calmed down. She felt the warmth draining from her body. "I have a secret to share with you, and you have to promise not to tell anyone." Ameryuu tried to see through her tears, but her mother's face was nothing more than a blur. She nodded furiously, letting her mother know that she wouldn't tell a soul. Kaida brought her lips to the girl's ear. She took her daughter's hand, squeezing it gently as she spoke. When she pulled away, she looked at the young princess's face, a slightly confused look on her tear-stained face. "Now, I need you to take care of your father and brothers. Can you do that for me?" Ameryuu nodded. "Good. I love you. Tell them I love them. All of you remember that I love you all. Stay with me?" Ameryuu could do nothing but nod. Her throat was clogged. If she had tried to speak, nothing but sobs would leave her mouth.

Kaida smiled softly, leaning over to rest her head on her daughter's shoulder, their hands still clasped together. They sat together in silence, Ameryuu in tears. The only indication that her mother left her was the slackening in her grip on her hand. Knowing that she would no longer be able to see her mother triggered an unstoppable flow of tears, leaving the girl sobbing. She looked down at her hand, and through the tears, she saw the Dragon's Tear necklace. At that moment, she made a vow. She refused to let anyone from her family sacrifice their lives to protect the artefact ever again. She would be the one to end the battle with the demon who took her mother.

Ame wiped the tears from her cheeks. Ten years. Ten years since her mother died and she made that vow. Standing, Ame made her way through the corridors, coming to a stop in the room that started it all. She slid the door open and stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind her. Four candles were the only light the room offered. The candles sat on top of a table, one in each of the four corners. In the centre of the table lied the sacred artefact. It sat in a cushioned box, the blue gem shining in the candlelight. To the right of the table propped up against the wall sat her mother's naginata. To the left sat the armour of a female assassin from the Takanashi line. Ame took a deep breath and began her preparations.

Moments later, Ame emerged from the room, donning the armour and carrying her mother's weapon. The box rested snugly in her right hand. She made her way back to her room, just as the young servant returned running.

"Ameryuu-sama," he said, breathless. "Your horse.... is ready." Nodding, she made her way to the stables, the servant in tow. "Are you going to go? Alone?" He asked when they had reached their destination. She held out the naginata to the boy, who hesitantly took it. She turned to her horse, petting the black and white beast affectionately before mounting it and reclaiming her weapon.

"Yes," Ameryuu replied, looking down at the young man. "However, I do not plan to be alone for long. Go to the governor's home, and request that he send the guard after me. If the royal family should be dead upon the arrival of the guard, then he is to be held personally responsible. Understood?" A nod from the male was all she had needed before she set off in the direction of the tree.

The ride to the Great Tree took the princess several hours. Ame could see the tree long before she was close to it. Nestled in a valley created by a small mountain range, the Great Tree provided solace to all that stumbled across it. Plants found in the valley could be seen only on the other side of the gate. The tree itself sat in the centre of the valley, seemingly detached from the rest, connected only by a grand bridge leading to it. Ame dismounted her horse and tied him at the beginning of the bridge, patting him softly before making her way across the bridge. She came to a stop at the entrance of the tree, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before entering into the bright light.

The interior of the tree was just as magnificent as the valley it took its residence. The trunk of the tree was hollowed out to serve as a grand room for the gate to Yakusoku no Ji. The room was lit from above, yet the source of the light remained unseen. Vines of white flowers hung from the ceiling. The same flowery vines clung to the walls. In the centre of the room sat three short, white marble columns, focused around a circular design on the floor of a sun. On two of the columns lay the stolen artefacts of the Kuuichi and Sakimoto families. The third column left open meant for the necklace of the Takanashi family.

"Well done, child," a masculine voice spoke. Ame turned her head, her eyes meeting those of the man who had terrorised her family for generations. A sneer graced his face, eyes dancing with delight as they watched the princess. Her eyes narrowed as she looked behind him. Her family were on their knees, hands tied behind their backs. Each male had a gag in their mouths. A look of relief donned her father's face at his daughter's arrival. "You've come much quicker than I anticipated. I was looking forward to killing off your family members one by one." Miyayoshi made his way to the girl before him, eyeing she held in her left hand.

"Attempting anything with that will result in the immediate death of all of them." Ame responded only by tightening her grip on the weapon. "The necklace? I've been waiting ten years to get my hands on that. Your mother did well to seal me for as long as she did. Fortunately for me, I only had to endure ten years, where as in the past I've dealt with much longer." Ame held out the box as he neared her, observing him carefully. He took the box from her hand, opening it slightly before letting out a roaring laugh. "You actually brought it! This is amazing! You'd give this to me in exchange for their lives!" He chuckled to himself as he took the necklace out of the box. He discarded the useless item and looked over the artefact. "You've bought their lives. Let them go," Miyayoshi said, turning to the grunts standing behind the prisoners. They shared a questioning look between each other. "I said let me go," he growled at the men, who went about their task quickly. He couldn't stand when the weak questioned his decisions. After all, he could always kill them afterwards, when he was invincible.

Ame watched Miyayoshi for a few more seconds before she felt arms hug her from behind. She glanced over her shoulder at her father, a small smile on her face. Turning to face him fully, she pulled him in for a tight hug. They released each other. No words were exchanged, but just as on the day his beloved died, the look on his daughter's face spoke all her intentions. He gave his daughter a sad smile and kissed her forehead. "Come back to me darling," he whispered, just before turning to his sons and ushering them out. Ame watched as they left, a single tear running down her cheek.

Miyayoshi made his way over to the empty column, placing the necklace down on top. He moved to stand at the centre of the circle and began to chant. The sun on the floor began to glow, the light growing in intensity as the chanting continued. The demons watched in amazement as a door began to open in front of their master. A laugh erupted from the demon, his goal finally appearing before his eyes. The gate shined, revealing the beauty of Yakusoku no Ji. Miyayoshi stepped forward, a triumphant smile on his face. Just before he entered, a blade emerged from the front of his chest. Looking over his shoulder, he let out a growl. Standing behind him was Ameryuu. She had charged the male from behind when he had failed to notice she had remained. He grabbed the naginata's shaft, snapping it in half. Miyayoshi pulled the rest of the weapon out of his chest. Throwing it to the side, he ignored the girl in favour of the gate. Stepping forward, he walked through the entrance, only to end up on the other end of the image. He let out a low growl.

"What is this!" He roared, turning to gaze at the girl. Ame smiled smugly at the demon before her.

"You must be a fool to think I would hand you the key to open the gate," she answered, gesturing to him. He snarled at her and pulled out his sword. Ame glanced at the remainder of the naginata in her hand and back to Miyayoshi's sword. "That's a little unfair don't you think?"

She received no answer as the male charged her, swinging his sword widely. She managed to dodge some of the swings, blocking what she couldn't avoid with the staff of the naginata. However, her weapon was starting to fail her. His powerful strikes were knocking her back, and slowly breaking the wooden shaft. It wouldn't be long until the shaft would shatter to pieces. Miyayoshi swung at her, making her lose her balance and fall forcefully into one of the columns. Her weapon clattered away to her right, ending up a few metres out of her reach. Miyayoshi looked down at her, returning the smug smile she gave him earlier. "Looks like this is the end for you," he said as he rose the sword over his head. Ame moved to the left as the sword made its way down towards her. She let out a cry as it came in contact with the flesh of her arm. Turning, she stood and blindly grabbed the artefact from the top of the column.

Miyayoshi raised an eyebrow, looking at the weapon in the left hand of the princess. Ame glanced down at the mirror in her hand, and back up at the demon. They stared at each other before Miyayoshi took a step towards her. Ame chucked the mirror at the demon, taking off to the right as he cursed at his momentary blindness. She thanked the gods for making her left-handed. She stopped before the sword, picking it up with her left hand. Kiyoraka was a two-handed sword, but with her bloody arm, Ame was unsure if she could wield it. Miyayoshi turned an angry glare on the girl as he turned to face her. Ame rose her sword, grasping the hilt of Kiyoraka with both hands.

Miyayoshi charged her, letting out a roar as he did, preparing to strike her from the side. Ame took a deep breath, recalling the words her mother whispered in her ear at the time of her death. "The power to win resides deep within you. The necklace I gave you for your birthday this year is the real Dragon's Tear. Only you have been blessed with the power to wear it. You can draw power from it, just as you can draw power from the other artefacts. When the time comes, channel that energy into one blow, and strike down your enemy, my darling rain dragon."

Ame waited until Miyayoshi got closer, moving into his blade's path. She let out her own shout as she drove the blade of Kiyoraka into the chest of the demon. At the same time, Miyayoshi's sword pierced her right side, embedding itself in her body and emerging from her back. Miyayoshi stared down at the blade, shocked that the princess had once again managed to wound him. He stumbled back, coughing as blood rose up to clog his throat. Ame watched as he did, pulling the sword from her side and placing pressure on her wound. The sword began to shine, blinding the young woman and demons still in the room. Miyayoshi let out a pained scream, the wound burning. The sword continued to shine, searing the demons with its light, cleansing the chamber of its impurities.

Moments later, the blinding light subsided, leaving the princess alone in the room. The blade fell to the ground, the sound of metal hitting wood the only one in the room. Ame looked around, slowly realising that she had achieved her goal. She smiled lightly, falling to her knees. The princess laid down on the ground carefully, looking up at the white flowers above her. Closing her eyes, she let the exhaustion from the battle and blood loss take over, rendering her unconscious.

Outside, the Takanashi males watched as the bright light subsided. A look of worry passed between the three, and they ran to the tree, entering once again. No one other than the four Takanashi nobles remained in the room. The eldest eyes landed on the young woman, taking in the blood stained body. The Emperor rushed to his daughter's side, checking the girl over for wounds. Although she was covered in blood, the source could not be found. He gathered his daughter in his arms and motioned for his sons to retrieve the other two artefacts. The group left the Great Tree, crossing the bridge once again. A sigh of relief escaped the ruler's lips as the men noticed horses in the distance. A young male broke the formation, rushing forward to the family he served, glad to know the nobles had not fallen, like so many before them.

 

[Dragonix975]

Before even the dawn of the universe, he existed, for he crafted it with his own hands. He was the Destroyer and Creator. Many Aeons ago he came to the Xorokrians, choosing them as his prophets. he uplifted them to godhood. But now they needed him more then ever.

And Xorvoxiraak, Eternal Emperor of the Xorkrian Imperion, needed him most of all.

They were an anomaly at first to the Elder Races. The Draxirok first found them in the outskirts of a new galaxy they were exploring. They attacked fast, but with unnerving grace. They decimated their ranks, almost eradicating the exploring ships. The Elder Races were unequiped for war.

The Khoalazai were next. One of their flayer ships was destroyed, and they soon fled. The Drakoniks fled next, to new frontiers. The Draxirok stayed behind, finally becoming a race of war.
The Alvians, and Proteans both fled into their own dimensions, as war was unknown to them. The Proteans that stayed became soulless machines, held only together by their metal suits.

The Xorokrians were next. That much he could tell. And was prepared to fight.

"All ships, lock formation! Begin charging superweapons!" The Supreme Emperor, Ultimate in all his glory, stood watch as his vast armies confronted the fleet of their enemy. Their vast technology was of such potency that they crafted an army a thousand times larger than their enemies in mere days. He was ready for this, his final test."

"Open fire!"

The immaterial fire pierced through the shields, the shield falling in mere milliseconds. The enemy ships were spiraling into the star below.

Xorvoxiraak stepped back, readying himself for what he was about to do. He gathered his closest advisors and champions and spoke to them.

"You all know what I'm about to do. And you may not like it, but it is what I must do. I will sacrifice my soul to save everyone else's."

He grabbed his blade from his bearer and stepped into the abyss.

And there he saw it, that graceful figure standing next to the warrior.

He flew over to them, and extended his hand.

With his godly might, he shattered the mind of the warrior.

The final shield fell.

And the graceful lady turned towards him, and she showed him a look of pure terror. She tried to block him away, but he motioned for the weapon to fire anyway.

That entire civilization was killed. Without a trace except for it's descendant races.

The universe was Draxirok now.

Because the Xorkrians ascended to another plane, to inhabit as gods. And there they waited.

And their Emperor mourned. He ascended, sure, to become a true god, but he had sacrificed the morality of his people to do so. For He became Xorvoxiraak, the wail from beyond. For he mourned until he was called. Not for a loved one. But for Salaviel, the Graceful. For Rethan, the Warrior, For the billions of Oyeasi. And, most strange of all, for his people. And himself.