8This is my first story, so please review and leave your comments. Hope you like it.
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The night's air was sweeping gently throughout the village. Every house was in peace, nothing was stirring inside each one. The serenity of the quiet forest around just adds to stillness of the village.
In one house on the edge of forest; a single light suddenly presented itself in the darkness. The wind swiftly changed its gentle breeze into a more powerful gust, as it whipped around the houses swiftly and violently. As the wind picked up, some of the homes had lights appear into their windows; the residences were closing them from the winds rapid change.
A blood curdling scream was casted into the dark. Every house light quickly turned on, as the residences grabbed anything they thought would be useful, expecting it to be another goblin attack. A man rushed out of his house; to look for the source of the scream, turning his eyes to the house on the edge of the forest as it erupted into flames. Others quickly ran out, seeing the house burning quickly as ferocious flames licked towards the sky claiming above it. Some ran to the nearby well to grab buckets of water to throw onto the blaze, though from all the commotion, someone yelled to everyone to stop. Men and women alike, stopped in their tracks to peer at the house, spotting a lone figure walking out.
The figure slowly came into view; it was that of a child. The child, one that is barely eight slowly walked out. Women around the area quickly put their hands to mouths, not expecting the child to not be afraid of the flames surrounding them. While the men around, looked for any signs of an attack from the goblins, though none was present.
Meanwhile, the child was still walking towards the group of people. Though something about him seemed out of place, instead of a crying face, he was smiling. With a smile that looked like that of a madman, as he crept his way towards the villagers. Soon, the men realized that no goblins had attack, as they saw the child was covered in blood, with his eyes burning a bright blood-red.
"Murder… He did this." A single man spoke up, looking towards others, as fear worked its way into him.
"How could he? He's just a child." Another man spoke, looking at the man who claimed the boy murdered the people inside the house.
Others looked at the men who spoke, as a woman screamed and pointed at the boy. "HE IS A DEMON CHILD! LOOK AT HIS ARM!"
Soon, everyone around looked at the boy intensely, as it was true, his left arm was glowing and pulsing red. Fear made its way into everyone, knowing that this child held a horrible curse and death was its only cure.
The fear in the people suddenly swelled into anger. The men all slowly stepped forward, bringing their makeshift weapons and pointing them to the boy. The villagers anger slowly driving them to rid this boy his curse. Suddenly, the boy collapsed, as he fell to his knees, he was gripping his left arm tightly as he started weeping tears.
"MURDERER YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!" An angry villager yelled as he moved with the crowd to the boy. As another yelled, "Cursed boy, you killed them."
The boy looked up at the crowd who was slowly moving towards him. "N... N... No I didn't." He muttered. "I don't want to hurt momma and papa." He muttered again, looking at the feet of the angry mob that approached him.
"LIAR! THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOU BOY!" A man shouted, with anger laced in his voice; making the boy quiver in fear.
"They don't understand you. I do though." A mysterious voice went through the boy's head. "Wh.. Who sa.. said that?" The boy said between tears.
"They envy your power. They envy me." The mysterious voice spoke into the boy's mind again. The boy's pale blue eyes wandered across the ground and looked at the approaching mob, not knowing what they'll do to him, but knowing it wouldn't be good.
"THAT ABOMINATION MUST DIE IF WE ARE TO LIVE!" One woman screamed while she was pointing at the boy. The men were all now too eager to draw the blood of a cursed child to spare themselves.
The boy looked at the approaching crowd, his eyes and face red with crying and fear. "They will kill you to try to take your power." The voice said inside his mind. The boy's face went to complete horror from what the voice said to him. "Let me help you stop them." The voice said finally.
The boy placed his head down against the soft dirt, feeling the flames of the burning house behind him. "I won't let them." The boy whispered to himself. "I won't let them take it." He said to himself again, his voice rising allowing the approaching crowd to stop their advance. He peered up to the angry mob, his eyes slowly turning from their pale blue to the bright blood-red again. "YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY POWER!" The boy screamed; his voice now tainted with a demonic tone. His arm once again pulsed red.
The advancing crowd looked in horror as the boy's voice went to the demonic tone. Their faces went from rage to instant fear upon hearing such a malevolent scream. The boy slowly rose to his feet, while the red on his arm slowly traveled up to elbow. "YOU WILL ALL DIE!" The boy screamed.
Though before the possessed boy could even move, something managed to get behind him and knocked him into unconsciousness, easing him down as he dropped to the ground. An old man, who wore two blindfolds across his eyes and a white beard, loomed over the unconscious form of the boy. Slowly, the old man knelt and placed armlets around the boy's wrist and right above where the red stopped. Then he jerked his head towards the shocked crowd. "The boy's possessed with the demon Kazan in his arm. I'm sorry I couldn't arrive earlier." He calmly spoke to the crowd. He placed his arms under the boy and slowly picked him up, carrying him in his arms.
"He killed his parents, and then he was going to kill us all. How can you be so calm and know he won't turn into that… that monster again?" A man spoke up. He stepped forward and brandished his makeshift weapon. "I won't let you leave with that thing still breathing." The guy said again, looking at the old man.
"You won't have to worry about this boy turning into that monster again. I placed magical armlets onto his cursed arm to keep the demon from taking over his body again. You will not harm him unless you wish to face me." The old man spoke, as his blindfolded eyes locked towards the man who spoke to him. He turned to leave, hearing the crowd murmur behind him. "I will train him myself so he can control his curse." The old man spoke as he was stepping away from the crowd.
"What makes you think you can tame that monster?" A guy said to the old mans' back.
"I can't force him to tame the demon, only control it. I know this because, I too have this curse." The old man spoke over his shoulder, to the now shocked crowd. As the old man proceeded to leave, carrying the knocked out boy.
Next Day
The boy found himself waking up in the middle of the forest. Hearing sounds of the birds flying above him. He peered to his left and found that there were bracelets on his left arm. His first reaction was to try to yank the bracelets off, as his right hand grasped the bracelet across his left wrist and started to pull at them.
"If you touch those, I'll have to smack some sense into you." A voice spoke to the boy from his right. Startling the boy as he quickly stood up and looked at an old man who was sitting against a tree, peering at him with blindfolds across his eyes. "So, I suggest you leave those alone, young one." The old man spoke again, his voice being too calm for the boy.
"Who… Who are you? Where am I? Why are these things on my arm?" The boy shot questions back at the old man, who just seemed to peer at him.
The old man just looked into him. "The bracelets on your arm are what keep the demon's influence from completely controlling you. If you remove them, his influence will take over your body and turn you into a demon spawn. You'll have no control over your body and mind and all you'll want to do is destroy everything." The old man spoke firmly, as he started to stand up and walk towards the boy.
The boy looked at him, as the old man started to walk towards him. "Oh.. Ok.. But who are you still?" He said timidly.
The old man stopped in his approach and continued to peer towards the boy. "Very well, you may call me G.S.D." The old man said.
The boy looked at G.S.D. then looked back at his arm. Then his eyes caught sight of G.S.D.'s arms, seeing they were the same color as his. Then he looked at G.S.D.'s face, seeing he had a blindfold on. "Mister G.S.D., do you have the same demon as me inside your arms and why do you wear a blindfold?" The boy said still timidly.
G.S.D. nodded his head slowly. "I do boy. I do also hold this cursed demon in my arms known as Kazan. Yet, I've bargained a deal to suppress his influence on me, by blinding myself and seeing through my Wave Eyes." G.S.D spoke calmly. "Boy, what is your name?" He asked afterwards.
"Drakkon.. My name is Drakkon." The boy timidly answered back. Then Drakkon looked at the ground and thought about how his life has now took a dramatic change. He was no longer an innocent boy who was carefree. His arm now prevented him from being normal. He looked back up to G.S.D. and asked this question. "Why me?" He asked G.S.D. timidly.
"If I knew that Drakkon; I would tell you, but I don't know that answer. What I do know is that today, we start your training. Now get up and we'll get started." G.S.D. said, as he drew an old rusted short sword from the sheath from his back. "Now, this is your training weapon." G.S.D. spoke, as he forced the tip of the sword into the ground in front of himself.
Drakkon looked at the rusted short sword. 'Why am I the one to bear this burden of a curse?' He thought. His eyes loomed over the rusted blade where each of the serrations of the blade eased down to the wooden hilt. The back of the sword was smooth and blunted. Slowly, he stood up and reached for the handle with his right hand grasping the hilt firmly. Realizing the sword weighed more than he thought when he tried to pry it from the ground.
"How do you expect me to use this? I can barely pick it up." Drakkon said to G.S.D., while using all of his strength to pull it free.
G.S.D. just peered at him. "Learning the way of the sword is not an easy task. Yet it is one that will help you control yourself and help you focus from giving into the tempting power of Kazan." G.S.D. said as he crossed both of his arms across his chest.
Drakkon just looked up at G.S.D. then he looked down at his sword. "I will learn and find ways to make this curse into something good." He spoke softly, though with confidence.
Finally starting his first day of training with the old swordsman known as G.S.D.
Authors note:
Drakkon is my Berserker's name.
Second chapter will be posted as soon as I can.
-Shikio