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Bearer of the Mask (AdventurerDaniel and Dante)



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Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:08 am
AdventurerDaniel says...



Chapter One

Breath in, breath out. This was the mantra running through the mind of this young man. Drak Aronthe was staring himself down, waiting for another attack, a flurry of blows came and he dodged deflected and returned them in kind. It was a method of training in the House of Shadows. Warriors were to summon maintain and train against clones of themselves. Drak was drenched in sweat as he had been training for hours. He had developed a new fighting style and wished to perfect it, he drew deep and gathered energy. Shadows began to elevate of his skin slowly as he took a defensive stance against his clone.

Drak slowly drew back preparing the attack that would hopefully defeat his clone. He entered an offensive pose and his clone come running at him. Drak lazily swept his right hand and the shadow stretched slapping the clone down. But as the clone was just as skilled in combat he was quickly back on his feet. Drak charged forward lightning fast the shadow now forming a large fist and slammed the clone in the chest. The clone coughed up blood it was dead. The clone disappeared and Drak could feel his strength returning to normal. Each clone made divided up his strength but as his strength was above average the amount was practically negligible.

As he prepared to meditate now that his training was done Drak heard someone clapping from the doorway. He turned to see his father standing there, "I'm impressed son but, you should have defeated him sooner."

"I'm sorry father," Drak made a short bow to him.

He let out his famous booming laugh, "Son I'm not mad at you it's your mother. you weren't watching the time again boy it's time for dinner." Drak slapped his forehead in embarrassment.

"I'm truly sorry father, mother's going to kill me when we get home."

"She'll kill us both if we don't hurry," he let out another short laugh no less booming despite it's length. "Get showered off an get home fast okay son."

"Yes sir," Dark nodded and watched as his father vanished in to the shadows. His father had promised Drak would one day master that ability but until then his speed was all he had. Drak bathed and put on his regular clothing. He wore a tunic with a vest over it and light pants with sandals. Drak felt his long hair whip about his face as he ran and could see his house coming up fast. Drak was his father in smaller large almond shaped eyes set on an angular face, his jaw wasn't quite as strong, and he hadn't caught his father in height or broadness of shoulders. Looking at the two you'd have difficulty telling they were father and son rather than brothers.

He skid in to the kitchen almost knocking over his mother and younger sister as they carried plates to the table. "Drak," His mother yelled. "About time you showed up, making me send your father after you." She shook her head but said in a motherly fashion. "I know you've got a brain up there," she thonked him on the head, "how about you use some of it to watch the time."

"Yeah," Drak's sister, or his mothers echo as he preferred to call her. "If we hadn't sent dad you might have just gone hungry."

His mother, "But, we're glad you're home safe and sound." She seemed to remember something, "Oh and a girl from the Light Family is here. She says she here specifically for you such a nice girl Drak helped without even being asked." His mother slapped him on the wrist again, "Why didn't you tell us about her? Or her coming out talking to pretty girls and he doesn't tell his mother or father."

"Mom!" She was embarrassing me on purpose and I already knew why.

"About time you showed up Drak. I thought you were going to keep us waiting." I turned and inevitably Kira was standing there coming from the kitchen with more plates.
Last edited by AdventurerDaniel on Mon Sep 30, 2013 4:03 am, edited 2 times in total.
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a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
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Fri Sep 20, 2013 4:47 pm
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"About time you showed up Drak. I thought you were going to keep us waiting." Drak turned and inevitably Kira was standing there coming from the kitchen with more plates helping set the table for Drak's family. Kira was one of the fairest maidens if not the fairest in the village, flawless pale skin, long black hair tied into a pony tail and the most perfect and innocent smile any woman could have, Drak was usually at a loss for words.

"Kira, I wasn't expecting you over here so late," Drak said.

Kira continued and put the plates on the table, then turned back to face Drak. "I completed my healing training early and I thought I come help your mother with her house work since you were out training," Kira said. "Did you miss me?" she asked. "How could I say no?" Drak replied smoothly. The nervous tension between Drak and Kira was obvious as they both liked, loved each other. But both we're to scared to admit it in fear of losing the other, Drak's mother, father, and sister looked on to watch the young love birds.

"Ahem, but we would like to get ready for dinner you two," Drak's mother finally said.

Kira thankful for a reason to do something else than talk to Drak, as the table was set Kira accompanying Drak's family sat and ate. Drak's father sat with a pleased look as his sister seemed to be snickering about something to Drak's mother. Kira and Drak himself sat on opposite ends of the table, but neither said anything, until Drak's mother broke the silence.

"So how was Drak's training honey?" Drak's mother asked.

"Good dear, I think with a little more time he'll be a fine young man in much need of a wife," Drak's father said.

Kira gave a small smile but it was hard to see as she was looking down at her plate, she couldn't see Drak's reaction as his parents continued to talk. "That;s good, how about you Kira?" Drak's mother asked.

"Good, we've only been focusing healing magic and nothing more. I was dismissed early for showing masterful skills in the current lesson," Kira said looking up from her plate. Drak's mother nodded approvingly at Kira. She then shot a smile at her husband as if to say "These two are perfect for each other." Kira looked at Drak to see him rubbing his forehead, weather from embarrassment or to hide his approval Kira couldn't really tell.
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Wed Oct 09, 2013 1:00 am
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Kira and Drak had been friends since they were young and both hailed from powerful families in their respective houses. Often upper families in the different houses would wed their offspring to create closer ties. When Drak and Kira first met it seemed as though the gears in their parents heads had started running. Drak's family, the Aronthe, were essentially the head family in the House of Shadows; the Aronthe's were well known for having some of the greatest a warriors. Kira's family, the Ravaldo, hold a similar position in the House of Light often regarded as some of the greatest healers and demon tamers they are well respected and oft called upon by every house.

While Drak's, nor Kira's, parents had never come out and said that they hoped that their children would get married but, it didn't really need saying. Drak sat their with his parents and Kira listening to them talk more than contributing himself. His little sister yawned and his father gazed out the window, "well Kira I fear we've kept you too long." his father stretched and stood up. "Drak escort Kira home I'll help your mother clear up the table."

''Yes father," I respectfully bowed and lead Kira out of the house. As we got out side I let out a high-pitched whistle. I could hear the gallop of horses hooves out of the darkness. ''Aermir how are you tonight pal?'' He let out a high-pitched whiny as I pet his main. ''Well you mind giving Kira and I a ride?" Aermir seemed to be raring to go even though the night was growing dark Aermir's eyes would function just as well and he knew the road back to the House of Light well regardless I grabbed a lantern and placed it on a pole so as to illuminate our way. I hopped on and swung Kira up behind me, "we'll take it slow for now until we reach the main roads.'' Aermir stayed at a slow trot as we left the village and could see the road begin to stretch out before us.

As we grew closer to the main road the house grew scarcer and the watch posts more numerous. "I like eating with your family Drak," he could hear her even though she was pressed tight against his back. "Even though they seem to love to play the embarrass Drak game when I'm around." Drak was glad to be facing forward as his face turned a rather bright shade of red.

"Yeah they tend to do that with any girl that visits." Drak was trying to play it cool.

Kira pulled back slightly placing her hands on Drak, "So you've been having other girls visit." She sounded mad but Drak wanted to seem as though she wasn't always his destiny and hadn't always been as such since their childhood.

He let out a slight chuckle, nothing like his fathers deep booming laugh, "no of course not. I'm awkward and goofy and still a bit lanky even with all my training I still have a bit of growing in to my looks to do."

They rode in silence for a bit and they arrived at the main road. As soon as Aermir's hooves touched it he burst in to a gallop only horses breed in the stables of she House of Shadows could maintain. They quickly drew to the House of Light village from which Kira hailed. Aermir drew to a stop right outside the village and I tied him to a tree. "We'll walk the rest of the way.''
So much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Red Wheel Barrow by- William Carlos Williams








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