Post by The Katarite on Sept 13, 2014 19:15:34 GMT -5
The following is the first chapter of my book I hope to eventually publish. Fiction is my strong suit and I hope to entertain you all. Please feel free to leave comments and respectful critiques. Thank you.
As with every story that involves a hero, there are two sides, those sides being good and evil. In this story, the good side is the Human and Elven Kingdoms, while the evil side is the infamous Darjueru Sanguis Clan. The Darjueru Sanguis Clan was formed centuries ago but recently they decided to rear their ugly heads and cause mischief in the land through murder, kidnapping and war. But we’ll get back to that later. The hero of this story is named Kiru Hiroshima Kaibatsu.
Most would never label Kiru as the traditional hero with a muscular build, heavenly appearance, boisterous nature and many supporters to cheer him on. No, Kiru was quite the opposite. Kiru was orphaned at the small age of 8, when the Darjueru raided his hometown of Yuka’an, the home of the militant Kaibatsu Clan of the Human Kingdom. His father, who was a guardian of the town, was slaughtered after sending Kiru home to hide with his mother. After Kiru was hidden with his mother, the Darjueru minions entered their home and wandered dangerously close to their hiding spot. Kiru’s mother, as a distraction, stealthily moved from her son and screamed to the top of her lungs, alerting the minions to chase her. Kiru never heard his mother’s voice again. Now, Kiru is 18, the only survivor of the horrible tragedy. His loneliness molded and shaped his personality into the quiet and solitary person he is.
The Human Kingdom was placed into a state of war and rekindled their alliance with the Elven Kingdom, who also had been raided on several occasions. The normal sight within the Kingdoms, were: soldiers pacing the streets, guards at every entrance of the tall stone walls that surrounded the Kingdoms, men and women being careful in what they say and who they trust, children being kept at home or guarded schools, and the King’s castle being heavily guarded. The King was hardly seen anymore either, when he used to roam the streets of his Kingdom greeting all of his loyal citizens. Seeing that the King lacked an heir, his advisers suggested that he stayed safe within the fortified walls of his home.
Kiru, unafraid and nothing to lose, walked the streets everyday, wandering without a cause. As the wind blew, his short, black hair swayed from side to side. His intense, brown eyes scanned the silent street for any movement. To him, even though the street was quiet, there was always a need to remain alert. His brown skin reflected the sunlight off his face and his clothing fitted perfectly on his frame. Kiru walked the silent and eerie streets for several hours, armed with nothing but a black sword with a white edge. The tip of the blade was curved slightly and the pommel was silver with an emerald the size of a grape embedded at the end of it. Kiru kept the blade well polished and took great care of it, for it was his father’s. His father had named the blade “Satsujin” meaning “Murderer” and Kiru respected the name by not bothering to change it. Because Kiru lived alone in the new town of Ru’gual, he had an abundant time for intense training. He trained with one sole purpose in mind; to avenge his Family Clan and rid Aetherne of the Darjueru. One could say that the purpose was a selfish one, but in him succeeding in such a task, the world would return to its former state of peace and happiness. However, Kiru could care less for the masses, he was aiming to destroy the Darjueru to ease his anger and avenge his Clan.
As Kiru turned the corner of one street, he spotted the local street gang bullying a couple of young boys. The street gang in Kiru’s eyes, was a sorry excuse for warriors for they only picked on young boys ranging from age 10 to 14. Just as the boys being bullied was going to give in to the bullies’ demands, Kiru sighed and strode over to them all. He didn’t have to say anything in order for the group, the bullies and the bullied, to look up and notice him. The bullied looked on Kiru as a savior, while the bullies looked at him as a nuisance. One of the bullies stepped up and clenched his fists, speaking in a harsh manner. The boy’s hair was long and brown, and his eyes were a venomous green. He was not so tall, only being about 5 feet 1 inches, 5 inches shorter than Kiru.
“What do you want?!”
Kiru smirked at the number one used question among bullies when they are confronted. He chose not to respond, but simply unsheathes his wicked blade and holds it firmly at his side, his brown eyes glaring into his new target’s green ones. The boy looked at the blade with fear in his eyes, but soon a foolish bravery set in and he unsheathes his blade. The boy’s blade looked like the stereotypical sword and he held it with two hands, apparently ready for a sword fight. Kiru allowed a chuckle to escape and pointed his blade to his opponent, signaling to commence the battle. The boy let out a yell and swung his blade horizontally at Kiru, aiming to potentially cut him in a complete half. Kiru easily parried such a basic maneuver and used the opening to front kick him in his chest, sending him to the ground. Kiru rolled his eyes because this boy was obviously inexperienced and posed no sort of challenge at all.
The boy’s fearful minions took one look between their fallen leader and Kiru and turned on their heels to flee, leaving their leader to his fate. Kiru watched them and then glanced down to the boy, who scrambled to his feet and followed the rest of them. Kiru didn’t even bother smile at the bullied children or wait around to hear their gratitude. Instead he turned and walked away, sheathing his sword calmly. He went towards his home to relax, for he had completed his daily walk. He paid for the house with the Kaibatsu Family Clan Fund, which after the Clan’s death was all left to him. That would mean that he’s extremely rich, but Kiru would burn the money if it meant bringing the Kaibatsu to their former glory.
He was halfway to his house, when a couple of the King’s guards approached him, blocking his path. Kiru stared at them with a blank expression, wondering what they could possibly want with the most silent and solitary person in the Kingdom. Both guards were clad in steel armor and were armed with a broadsword and a pike, which they held. One of the guards introduced themselves, his voice being baritone and partially hoarse.
“Are you Kiru Kaibatsu?”
Kiru pondered for some time on whether to answer the question or not, leaving the man’s question in the air for several minutes. The guards looked at each other, then Kiru finally answered.
“Yes."
His answer was so simple; it made the guards wonder what took him so long to answer them. The guard that asked the question removed his helmet revealing, blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard along with pale skin.
“The King requests your presence, Sir Kaibatsu.”
Kiru raised an eyebrow and his mind begun to form reasons as to why the King would want to see him. Was it for stopping the bullies? He moved his hand as a signal for them to lead him to the castle, figuring that the best way to find out the answer was to go to see the King. He was led to the majestic castle of the King. The stone walls were a light gray and guards were found on every area of it, from the top to the front doors. The doors were about 20ft tall and were a dark reddish-brown color, suggesting that they were made from cherry wood. The Human Kingdom Flag soared in the wind on each of the four towers. The Flag was of two swords crossed over each other behind a capital H. The background of the flag was a navy blue.
He was led all the way through the wonderfully decorated and heavily guarded halls to the King’s Hall, where the elderly King waited on his golden throne. Kiru bowed slightly with respect and awaited the King’s words. The King began to speak in a slow and clear way, his voice like that of a wise, old man.
“Kiru Kaibatsu. Welcome to my Hall.”
Kiru nodded in response.
“I have an assignment for you Kiru.”
Kiru spoke a full sentence for the first time that day, his voice low in volume but still loud enough to hear.
“What sort of assignment will this be? And may I reject the assignment if I wish not to do it?”
The King chuckled at the last question.
“Of course you can reject the assignment, even though I know for certain that you will not reject it. The assignment is to seek out the leaders of the infamous Darjueru Sanguis Clan and kill them in order to weaken its power and influence.”
The King was correct. The assignment ran along with Kiru’s life long ambition and he couldn’t reject it at all. He had waited for the day that the King would give him royal permission to go out against the Darjueru. He responded hastily, relief traveling through his body.
“I accept the…”
The King cut his sentence.
“Before you accept the challenge, know that I am sending an accomplice to travel with you.”
Kiru raised his eyebrow, not sure if he is willing to go with someone. He wanted to be the one to avenge his Clan with no help from someone that was never a part of it. The King continued.
“His name is Marc L. Pyrignis of the Pyrignis Clan.”
Kiru’s concern drifted away at the sound of the Clan’s name. The Pyrignis Clan is the only Human Kingdom Clan that was able to harness the power from and tame the Element of Fire. They were amazing in what they did, and they may be the only clansmen that Kiru respected. The King snapped his fingers and two guards opened a door on the left side of the Hall. An adult man walked in wearing crimson robes, lined with an orange outline and a gold chain around his neck representing the Pyrignis Family Clan. He had long, white hair, dark red eyes, pale skin and a stocky, muscular build. He made his way to Kiru and held out his hand for Kiru to shake it.
Kiru shook his hand and Marc introduced himself, his voice being thick with a British accent.
“Hello, Kiru, my name is Marc L. Pyrignis. Nice to meet you.”
Kiru nodded.
“You should know who I am.”
Marc nodded and the King spoke again.
“Well, Kiru and Marc, you’re adventure will start tomorrow. Rest easy and meet each other at the Southern Gate for your departure. The Human Kingdom is counting on you.”
Kiru nodded as well as Marc and they both exited the Hall, leaving the King behind. Even though Marc made small talk with Kiru, Kiru remained silent. His mind was not on the small talk at all. Instead it was engaged in how to hunt down the leader or leaders of the Darjueru, how strong they were and where they possibly could be hiding, if they were hiding. He knew the charted maps of the world by heart, due to looking at them over and over again, and knew that there were thousands of miles of baron land below the Human and Elven Kingdoms. But he never ceased to believe that there were more hidden towns to be discovered. He also knew that hoards of Darjueru warriors potentially patrolled such baron land in search of travelers. Marc’s voice snatched Kiru from his deep thoughts.
“Well, Kiru, I will see you tomorrow by the Gates.”
Kiru nodded and watched Marc turn off towards the Pyrignis Clan’s land. Kiru turned to go to his own home, glad that finally he could sit on his couch and relax to reflect on the past events of the day. As he stepped through his house doors, he became increasingly eager for tomorrow morning to arrive, so that the process of him avenging his parents may begin. He sat on his couch and closed his eyes, soon drifting off into sleep.
KIRU
& The Rise of the Darjueru Sanguis Clan
Chapter 1 – The King’s Assignment
As with every story that involves a hero, there are two sides, those sides being good and evil. In this story, the good side is the Human and Elven Kingdoms, while the evil side is the infamous Darjueru Sanguis Clan. The Darjueru Sanguis Clan was formed centuries ago but recently they decided to rear their ugly heads and cause mischief in the land through murder, kidnapping and war. But we’ll get back to that later. The hero of this story is named Kiru Hiroshima Kaibatsu.
Most would never label Kiru as the traditional hero with a muscular build, heavenly appearance, boisterous nature and many supporters to cheer him on. No, Kiru was quite the opposite. Kiru was orphaned at the small age of 8, when the Darjueru raided his hometown of Yuka’an, the home of the militant Kaibatsu Clan of the Human Kingdom. His father, who was a guardian of the town, was slaughtered after sending Kiru home to hide with his mother. After Kiru was hidden with his mother, the Darjueru minions entered their home and wandered dangerously close to their hiding spot. Kiru’s mother, as a distraction, stealthily moved from her son and screamed to the top of her lungs, alerting the minions to chase her. Kiru never heard his mother’s voice again. Now, Kiru is 18, the only survivor of the horrible tragedy. His loneliness molded and shaped his personality into the quiet and solitary person he is.
The Human Kingdom was placed into a state of war and rekindled their alliance with the Elven Kingdom, who also had been raided on several occasions. The normal sight within the Kingdoms, were: soldiers pacing the streets, guards at every entrance of the tall stone walls that surrounded the Kingdoms, men and women being careful in what they say and who they trust, children being kept at home or guarded schools, and the King’s castle being heavily guarded. The King was hardly seen anymore either, when he used to roam the streets of his Kingdom greeting all of his loyal citizens. Seeing that the King lacked an heir, his advisers suggested that he stayed safe within the fortified walls of his home.
Kiru, unafraid and nothing to lose, walked the streets everyday, wandering without a cause. As the wind blew, his short, black hair swayed from side to side. His intense, brown eyes scanned the silent street for any movement. To him, even though the street was quiet, there was always a need to remain alert. His brown skin reflected the sunlight off his face and his clothing fitted perfectly on his frame. Kiru walked the silent and eerie streets for several hours, armed with nothing but a black sword with a white edge. The tip of the blade was curved slightly and the pommel was silver with an emerald the size of a grape embedded at the end of it. Kiru kept the blade well polished and took great care of it, for it was his father’s. His father had named the blade “Satsujin” meaning “Murderer” and Kiru respected the name by not bothering to change it. Because Kiru lived alone in the new town of Ru’gual, he had an abundant time for intense training. He trained with one sole purpose in mind; to avenge his Family Clan and rid Aetherne of the Darjueru. One could say that the purpose was a selfish one, but in him succeeding in such a task, the world would return to its former state of peace and happiness. However, Kiru could care less for the masses, he was aiming to destroy the Darjueru to ease his anger and avenge his Clan.
As Kiru turned the corner of one street, he spotted the local street gang bullying a couple of young boys. The street gang in Kiru’s eyes, was a sorry excuse for warriors for they only picked on young boys ranging from age 10 to 14. Just as the boys being bullied was going to give in to the bullies’ demands, Kiru sighed and strode over to them all. He didn’t have to say anything in order for the group, the bullies and the bullied, to look up and notice him. The bullied looked on Kiru as a savior, while the bullies looked at him as a nuisance. One of the bullies stepped up and clenched his fists, speaking in a harsh manner. The boy’s hair was long and brown, and his eyes were a venomous green. He was not so tall, only being about 5 feet 1 inches, 5 inches shorter than Kiru.
“What do you want?!”
Kiru smirked at the number one used question among bullies when they are confronted. He chose not to respond, but simply unsheathes his wicked blade and holds it firmly at his side, his brown eyes glaring into his new target’s green ones. The boy looked at the blade with fear in his eyes, but soon a foolish bravery set in and he unsheathes his blade. The boy’s blade looked like the stereotypical sword and he held it with two hands, apparently ready for a sword fight. Kiru allowed a chuckle to escape and pointed his blade to his opponent, signaling to commence the battle. The boy let out a yell and swung his blade horizontally at Kiru, aiming to potentially cut him in a complete half. Kiru easily parried such a basic maneuver and used the opening to front kick him in his chest, sending him to the ground. Kiru rolled his eyes because this boy was obviously inexperienced and posed no sort of challenge at all.
The boy’s fearful minions took one look between their fallen leader and Kiru and turned on their heels to flee, leaving their leader to his fate. Kiru watched them and then glanced down to the boy, who scrambled to his feet and followed the rest of them. Kiru didn’t even bother smile at the bullied children or wait around to hear their gratitude. Instead he turned and walked away, sheathing his sword calmly. He went towards his home to relax, for he had completed his daily walk. He paid for the house with the Kaibatsu Family Clan Fund, which after the Clan’s death was all left to him. That would mean that he’s extremely rich, but Kiru would burn the money if it meant bringing the Kaibatsu to their former glory.
He was halfway to his house, when a couple of the King’s guards approached him, blocking his path. Kiru stared at them with a blank expression, wondering what they could possibly want with the most silent and solitary person in the Kingdom. Both guards were clad in steel armor and were armed with a broadsword and a pike, which they held. One of the guards introduced themselves, his voice being baritone and partially hoarse.
“Are you Kiru Kaibatsu?”
Kiru pondered for some time on whether to answer the question or not, leaving the man’s question in the air for several minutes. The guards looked at each other, then Kiru finally answered.
“Yes."
His answer was so simple; it made the guards wonder what took him so long to answer them. The guard that asked the question removed his helmet revealing, blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard along with pale skin.
“The King requests your presence, Sir Kaibatsu.”
Kiru raised an eyebrow and his mind begun to form reasons as to why the King would want to see him. Was it for stopping the bullies? He moved his hand as a signal for them to lead him to the castle, figuring that the best way to find out the answer was to go to see the King. He was led to the majestic castle of the King. The stone walls were a light gray and guards were found on every area of it, from the top to the front doors. The doors were about 20ft tall and were a dark reddish-brown color, suggesting that they were made from cherry wood. The Human Kingdom Flag soared in the wind on each of the four towers. The Flag was of two swords crossed over each other behind a capital H. The background of the flag was a navy blue.
He was led all the way through the wonderfully decorated and heavily guarded halls to the King’s Hall, where the elderly King waited on his golden throne. Kiru bowed slightly with respect and awaited the King’s words. The King began to speak in a slow and clear way, his voice like that of a wise, old man.
“Kiru Kaibatsu. Welcome to my Hall.”
Kiru nodded in response.
“I have an assignment for you Kiru.”
Kiru spoke a full sentence for the first time that day, his voice low in volume but still loud enough to hear.
“What sort of assignment will this be? And may I reject the assignment if I wish not to do it?”
The King chuckled at the last question.
“Of course you can reject the assignment, even though I know for certain that you will not reject it. The assignment is to seek out the leaders of the infamous Darjueru Sanguis Clan and kill them in order to weaken its power and influence.”
The King was correct. The assignment ran along with Kiru’s life long ambition and he couldn’t reject it at all. He had waited for the day that the King would give him royal permission to go out against the Darjueru. He responded hastily, relief traveling through his body.
“I accept the…”
The King cut his sentence.
“Before you accept the challenge, know that I am sending an accomplice to travel with you.”
Kiru raised his eyebrow, not sure if he is willing to go with someone. He wanted to be the one to avenge his Clan with no help from someone that was never a part of it. The King continued.
“His name is Marc L. Pyrignis of the Pyrignis Clan.”
Kiru’s concern drifted away at the sound of the Clan’s name. The Pyrignis Clan is the only Human Kingdom Clan that was able to harness the power from and tame the Element of Fire. They were amazing in what they did, and they may be the only clansmen that Kiru respected. The King snapped his fingers and two guards opened a door on the left side of the Hall. An adult man walked in wearing crimson robes, lined with an orange outline and a gold chain around his neck representing the Pyrignis Family Clan. He had long, white hair, dark red eyes, pale skin and a stocky, muscular build. He made his way to Kiru and held out his hand for Kiru to shake it.
Kiru shook his hand and Marc introduced himself, his voice being thick with a British accent.
“Hello, Kiru, my name is Marc L. Pyrignis. Nice to meet you.”
Kiru nodded.
“You should know who I am.”
Marc nodded and the King spoke again.
“Well, Kiru and Marc, you’re adventure will start tomorrow. Rest easy and meet each other at the Southern Gate for your departure. The Human Kingdom is counting on you.”
Kiru nodded as well as Marc and they both exited the Hall, leaving the King behind. Even though Marc made small talk with Kiru, Kiru remained silent. His mind was not on the small talk at all. Instead it was engaged in how to hunt down the leader or leaders of the Darjueru, how strong they were and where they possibly could be hiding, if they were hiding. He knew the charted maps of the world by heart, due to looking at them over and over again, and knew that there were thousands of miles of baron land below the Human and Elven Kingdoms. But he never ceased to believe that there were more hidden towns to be discovered. He also knew that hoards of Darjueru warriors potentially patrolled such baron land in search of travelers. Marc’s voice snatched Kiru from his deep thoughts.
“Well, Kiru, I will see you tomorrow by the Gates.”
Kiru nodded and watched Marc turn off towards the Pyrignis Clan’s land. Kiru turned to go to his own home, glad that finally he could sit on his couch and relax to reflect on the past events of the day. As he stepped through his house doors, he became increasingly eager for tomorrow morning to arrive, so that the process of him avenging his parents may begin. He sat on his couch and closed his eyes, soon drifting off into sleep.