Post by Zeshin Lak-el Ury on Dec 1, 2007 23:14:59 GMT -4
“Zeshin… wake up… wake up…”
Black, darkness is all Zeshin can see. “Get up you fool.” A voice from the darkness, “what did you think you were doing?”
As Zeshin opens his eyes the darkness is replaced by blinding light. Finding himself in the middle of a grassy field with an old tree, starring up directly into the sun as he rubs the throbbing lump now centered in the back of his head. “I was trying my special attack, except something happened.” says Zeshin, now sitting on the soft grass.
“Yeah, something did happen, the hilt of my blade met the back of your head as you ran blindly at me trying to attack.” retorts a young man, his pale lavander colored hair lofting in the slight breeze, while the gaze of his crimson eyes doesn't wander.
He smiles and extends a hand to help up his rough looking counterpart, his cerulean hair sticking up in the front, while matted in the back, his ponytail cling to his neck.
“I swore I almost had you that time.” says Zeshin, grabbing his old, rusty practice sword from the ground.
Proceeding to dust of his pants, Zeshin looks at the other young man, “Am I getting any better Peteo?”
Peteo sheathing his sword with elegant grace, looks at Zeshin, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it took me almost a minute to fell you this time, that’s a fifteen second improvement.”
Zeshin sighs, looking down at his feet; he walks over and kicks the base of the lone tree, causing an apple to fall on his head. “Arghh…” cried Zeshin as the apple falls directly on his already painful lump.
A slight snicker comes from Peteo’s direction. “Well you managed to successfully attack the tree, who responded with its own counter surprising enough.” The two then burst into laughter. Zeshin goes to pick up the apple, cutting it in half with his small cleaver at his waist. “You want half?” As he asks, as Peteo has already begun levitating the apple half, pulling it towards himself.
“You may not be an excellent swordsman, but your culinary skills few can match my friend.” says Peteo, eating his apple.
Zeshin smiles softly, and then frowns, “Yeah, but how many great cooks can you think of, and better yet how many of them travel at their leisure, they're usually cooped up in someone else’s castle.”
Zeshin stares off in the distance, disappointment now on his face.
“So I take it you done visiting the estate for secret lessons from Puck.” says Peteo, finishing his apple.
“Uhh... No. I never said that.” Groans Zeshin, “But honestly who fears a chef?”
“Chickens, pigs, and all sorts of vegetables I presume.” states Peteo.
Zeshin sighs again and sits down, “Your real funny Peteo, but I really do wish I could be better, I wanna see the world, not hear about it as I serve food to travelers in my mother’s tavern.”
Peteo walks over to Zeshin and puts his hand on his shoulder, “Your skills will progress in time my friend, you must stick with these things, and they aren’t easy.”
“For you they are.” Says Zeshin dispassionately. “Yes well, while I have been doing them longer, almost as long as you have been cooking, if the roles were reversed I’d be the cook and you would be the caviler.” Zeshin stands and looks at Peteo in agreement, “You're right, I’ll try harder next time, same time as usual Peteo?”
“Every seventh day at noon near the tree Zeshin, like always.”
Peteo then pulls a small conch shaped whistle from underneath his gleaming breast plate, he then blows creating a sharp, yet beautiful noise. “Sorry but we must part now, I have business to attend to as a regent of the House of Terra whilst my fathers away.” Says Peteo.
“Yeah I gotta get going to, Mom is waiting for me at the tavern.” Grunts Zeshin, suddenly there’s a disturbance in the air.
Flames of crimson and an ivory figure come into view. As it gets closer and closer, Zeshin feels his heart beat faster and faster. Finally the magnificent creature lands, standing on its four hind legs, while the other four are raised in the air. The creature’s bellowing neighs is a mixture of excitement and malice. Sleipnir, the eight-legged ivory horse with the flaming crimson mane has arrived to transport its owner.
“Down Sleipnir.” Says Peteo, with a bit of annoyance in his voice, “He only does that when you’re around.”
Zeshin backing away from the creature slowly puts his hand on his weapon.
“No need for that Zeshin, Sleipnir kneel.” commands Peteo, no longer tolerating the beast’s theatrics. The horse kneels, extinguishing its flaming mane, allowing its owner to mount. “Would you like a ride, he’s quite calm now.” Says Peteo.
Zeshin caught in Sleipnir’s sapphire colored icy stare declines, “No thanks, I had my bottom handed to me enough for one day, besides remember what happened last time, he almost bucked me off.”
“He was teasing you.” said Peteo.
“In the air I don’t think so, I think I’ll walk off this head injury of mine anyway.” said Zeshin, rubbing his still sore head.
“As you wish, till next time Zeshin.” said Peteo as Sleipnir lets out another cry as he leaps into the air, flying at top speed.
“Later…” says Zeshin, as he picks up the rest of his belongings.
He begins to walk across the grassy field, to the road back into the town of Laytor. After walking awhile, he passes a slow walking stranger, a shabby looking Inu-jin (dog person) dressed in only a robe, sandals with a blade at his side.
Zeshin continues his long walk back town, leaving the stranger, the tree in the field, and another defeat behind him…
Black, darkness is all Zeshin can see. “Get up you fool.” A voice from the darkness, “what did you think you were doing?”
As Zeshin opens his eyes the darkness is replaced by blinding light. Finding himself in the middle of a grassy field with an old tree, starring up directly into the sun as he rubs the throbbing lump now centered in the back of his head. “I was trying my special attack, except something happened.” says Zeshin, now sitting on the soft grass.
“Yeah, something did happen, the hilt of my blade met the back of your head as you ran blindly at me trying to attack.” retorts a young man, his pale lavander colored hair lofting in the slight breeze, while the gaze of his crimson eyes doesn't wander.
He smiles and extends a hand to help up his rough looking counterpart, his cerulean hair sticking up in the front, while matted in the back, his ponytail cling to his neck.
“I swore I almost had you that time.” says Zeshin, grabbing his old, rusty practice sword from the ground.
Proceeding to dust of his pants, Zeshin looks at the other young man, “Am I getting any better Peteo?”
Peteo sheathing his sword with elegant grace, looks at Zeshin, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it took me almost a minute to fell you this time, that’s a fifteen second improvement.”
Zeshin sighs, looking down at his feet; he walks over and kicks the base of the lone tree, causing an apple to fall on his head. “Arghh…” cried Zeshin as the apple falls directly on his already painful lump.
A slight snicker comes from Peteo’s direction. “Well you managed to successfully attack the tree, who responded with its own counter surprising enough.” The two then burst into laughter. Zeshin goes to pick up the apple, cutting it in half with his small cleaver at his waist. “You want half?” As he asks, as Peteo has already begun levitating the apple half, pulling it towards himself.
“You may not be an excellent swordsman, but your culinary skills few can match my friend.” says Peteo, eating his apple.
Zeshin smiles softly, and then frowns, “Yeah, but how many great cooks can you think of, and better yet how many of them travel at their leisure, they're usually cooped up in someone else’s castle.”
Zeshin stares off in the distance, disappointment now on his face.
“So I take it you done visiting the estate for secret lessons from Puck.” says Peteo, finishing his apple.
“Uhh... No. I never said that.” Groans Zeshin, “But honestly who fears a chef?”
“Chickens, pigs, and all sorts of vegetables I presume.” states Peteo.
Zeshin sighs again and sits down, “Your real funny Peteo, but I really do wish I could be better, I wanna see the world, not hear about it as I serve food to travelers in my mother’s tavern.”
Peteo walks over to Zeshin and puts his hand on his shoulder, “Your skills will progress in time my friend, you must stick with these things, and they aren’t easy.”
“For you they are.” Says Zeshin dispassionately. “Yes well, while I have been doing them longer, almost as long as you have been cooking, if the roles were reversed I’d be the cook and you would be the caviler.” Zeshin stands and looks at Peteo in agreement, “You're right, I’ll try harder next time, same time as usual Peteo?”
“Every seventh day at noon near the tree Zeshin, like always.”
Peteo then pulls a small conch shaped whistle from underneath his gleaming breast plate, he then blows creating a sharp, yet beautiful noise. “Sorry but we must part now, I have business to attend to as a regent of the House of Terra whilst my fathers away.” Says Peteo.
“Yeah I gotta get going to, Mom is waiting for me at the tavern.” Grunts Zeshin, suddenly there’s a disturbance in the air.
Flames of crimson and an ivory figure come into view. As it gets closer and closer, Zeshin feels his heart beat faster and faster. Finally the magnificent creature lands, standing on its four hind legs, while the other four are raised in the air. The creature’s bellowing neighs is a mixture of excitement and malice. Sleipnir, the eight-legged ivory horse with the flaming crimson mane has arrived to transport its owner.
“Down Sleipnir.” Says Peteo, with a bit of annoyance in his voice, “He only does that when you’re around.”
Zeshin backing away from the creature slowly puts his hand on his weapon.
“No need for that Zeshin, Sleipnir kneel.” commands Peteo, no longer tolerating the beast’s theatrics. The horse kneels, extinguishing its flaming mane, allowing its owner to mount. “Would you like a ride, he’s quite calm now.” Says Peteo.
Zeshin caught in Sleipnir’s sapphire colored icy stare declines, “No thanks, I had my bottom handed to me enough for one day, besides remember what happened last time, he almost bucked me off.”
“He was teasing you.” said Peteo.
“In the air I don’t think so, I think I’ll walk off this head injury of mine anyway.” said Zeshin, rubbing his still sore head.
“As you wish, till next time Zeshin.” said Peteo as Sleipnir lets out another cry as he leaps into the air, flying at top speed.
“Later…” says Zeshin, as he picks up the rest of his belongings.
He begins to walk across the grassy field, to the road back into the town of Laytor. After walking awhile, he passes a slow walking stranger, a shabby looking Inu-jin (dog person) dressed in only a robe, sandals with a blade at his side.
Zeshin continues his long walk back town, leaving the stranger, the tree in the field, and another defeat behind him…
