The Chronicles of Zenith: Book 2: Chapter 117:07 Apr 30 2008
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Chapter 1: Damien Skye, the boy who lived
The night was shattered from its peaceful silence by the sound of raging flames. A house was engulfed in a fiery inferno in the village known as Palpalice. Two men from the village ran down the path to the house and stopped at a safe distance from it, about several yards away.
“Damn it! Who could have done this?” the first one exclaimed, cursing under his breath. He appeared to be the blacksmith of the village, for his clothes and skin were darkened by soot and ash.
“I don’t know,” the other man asked. He was an older man, in his late forties. His long hair was beginning to gray. “Whoever did this, though, won’t get away with this.” His voice had a ring to it as if he had a sneaking suspicion of who it may be, but he covered it up.
“Look, Dyne!” he exclaimed, pointing out something on the ground nearby. Two bodies were lying on the ground, blood-stained and freshly dead. They both ran over to the bodies and examined them.
“It’s no use, Roy. They’re dead.” The man named Dyne said quietly. “It looks like they were stabbed with a weapon…a sword, perhaps.”
Roy continued cursing under his breath. Dyne slowly got up and looked around. He had a puzzled look on his face, like that of a child remembering something important.
“That’s odd. Where’s young Damien?” he asked.
Roy, too, got up and looked around.
“Over there!”
He headed over to a thick patch of trees that surrounded the house. Lying against one of the trees was a young boy, about nine years old. He had silver hair, with a pair of silver eyes to match. He was badly injured, with a trickle of blood running down his face. Dyne followed him and looked down upon him.
“Is he still alive?” Dyne asked.
Roy bent down and placed his fingers to his neck, checking for a pulse.
“Just barely,” he replied. “C’mon, let’s take him somewhere to fix him up.”
Evenings were always beautiful in the Great Plains Region. The sun was hanging low in the sky, drowning the land in a golden flood. The sky was a bright orange, with clouds from pink to purple floating in the air. Below, a small creek ran through the land, catching the sun's light and reflecting its radiance. In the Great Plains, there were no forests, but occasionally you would find a patch of trees as you moved on. Sitting on top of a hill, watching the sun set into the horizon, was a young swordsman named Damien Skye. He was quite young to the new world, being only nineteen years old. He had long, silver hair that shone brightly in the light and at night, along with a pair of silver eyes to match. He was on his way back home to Palpalice, a village that rested in the heart of the Great Plains. He had left home at the age of sixteen on a journey to find the man who had murdered his parents when he was younger, but his quest was unfruitful. As Damien sat there under a few trees, he looked back at the last time when he actually watched the sun set.
It was four years ago. There was a festival being held in Palpalice, and Damien was to play the guitar. It was in the middle of the afternoon. Damien was in his room, quietly working on the song he decided to play for the festival. It was a slow, peaceful song, meant to show everyone the peace that Palpalice had. Suddenly, he stopped, for he hit a discord.
"Stupid note..." he replied. He played that part again, hoping to get it right this time, but the discord was still there. This discord, however, still sounded melodic, but it also felt as if it didn't belong there, as if a part was missing. Again, he played the song, but the discord was still there.
"What's up with this stupid note?"
He played the song a few more times, but in the end gave up on fixing the note. He had to be in the festival, whether he played the note right or not.
The time for the festival began. All of the villagers were having a great time chatting with one another, playing games and all. In the square, next to the fountain was Damien, playing his song on the guitar. A friend of his named Elaine was also singing along with the song. It was a pretty duet, and all of the villagers were gathered around them, admiring how well they sounded together. Again, he hit the discord, but as he did so, he noticed that Elaine sang along with it, making it a harmonic chord. He smiled, and then finished up the song. All of the villagers applauded, just as Elaine turned around and walked away. He watched her, wondering why she left so soon.
"...Elaine?" he asked himself.
He turned around and followed her. It looked as if she was heading to the cliffs, he told himself. He followed her quietly until she stopped near the edge of the cliffs above the village.
"Elaine?" he asked.
She slowly turned around to see who called her name. She smiled slightly and said, "I liked how you played your guitar, Damien."
"You did? You weren't bad singing, either." he replied. "Why did you leave the festival so soon, though?"
She sat down on the edge, looking out at the horizon. The sun was just now starting to sink into the horizon.
"I was...embarrassed. I kind of have a problem being in front of so many people." she replied.
"That's nothing to be afraid of," he replied. He, too, sat down on the cliff next to her. "It's just something that you have to get used to."
She smiled. The sun was now halfway set, causing the sky to glow orange. The wind blew his hair into his eyes, but he simply brushed it back again.
"...Damien?" she asked.
He looked at her, listening.
"...Have you ever dreamed of going on an adventure? You know, leaving Palpalice and going to places you've never been to?"
He looked up at the sky, which was just now starting to grow dark.
"Yeah, I have." he said, putting down his guitar that he carried with him. "When I get older, I'll leave here and explore the world. It'll be fun, seeing new, unexplored frontiers..."
“It sounds like fun," Elaine replied.
A few stars began to shine overhead in the lavender sky. Crickets were chirping nearby.
"....I love you, Damien." she said after a moment's pause.
Damien slowly looked at her, taken back by what she had just said.
"You...do?" he asked in amazement.
She looks up at the moon, which was shining faintly in the fading sky.
"Well, I've been thinking a lot about you lately, and if you left, it would get really lonely here..."
He sat there, realizing that the girl that he liked admitting her love to him.
"...Yeah, I guess it would..."
Damien smiled as he looked back at his cherished memories. Yes, those were good times. Four years have passed since then, and he wondered how she was doing. Palpalice was only a day away from where he was, according to the map. He got up and stretched his arms. The moon was shining brightly in the night sky. Night was his favorite time of the day. It allowed him to move quicker and more quietly, another reason he was known as Wolf. He made sure that he had all of his belongings, strapped his katana to his side, and then headed north to where his home was...
COMMENTS
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Akasha420
23:37 Apr 30 2008
damn i guess ill be seeing you soon as the next famous auther babe.