PlaneShift
Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: Suno_Regin on September 23, 2007, 01:55:05 am
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Mitaki, a brave warrior who had fought many battles, was found one day fighting an Ulbernaut outside of a village of Enkidukai. There was a woman picking herbs in the area, who had just looked over to see the fierce battle. She looked in horror, thinking that Mitaki would be killed and their village would be destroyed, but after a few minutes, the fight was over. Mitaki had slain the creature. She dropped the herbs and began to run toward him, saying nothing and falling into his arms in a hug. The villagers ran toward the slain Ulbernaut and began to cheer as Mitaki held her in his arms trying to comfort her and tell her that she was safe now. The villagers held a feast that same night to celebrate Mitaki's victory over the creature that had been terrorizing their village. The woman that Mitaki had seen earlier picking herbs, walked up to him as he was polishing his sword.
"Thanks for earlier...I don't know what I would've done if that creature had found me before you got here," she said, "I was out trying to find an herb to cure my friend's illness, and..." she gets a startled look on her face. "I FORGOT! I left the herbs back outside the village!"
"Can you use any of these?" Mitaki reaches into his sack and pulls out a pile of herbs.
"Yes! Those are the ones! But wait, when did you..."
"I collect them. Ever since an incident in Hydlaa, I've held on to many different herbs so that I may help those that need them. These aren't the ones you were picking, just ones that I've kept with me for a long time"
"Can you come with me please? There's not much time left, my friend is about to..."
Mitaki and the girl rush to her friend's home. When they get there, a sick girl is lying in bed, rolling around and coughing.
"Raskah, I have the herbs you need! Hang in there!"
She grinds up the herbs into a potion, and has the sick girl drink it. She stops coughing and falls asleep a few seconds later.
"She just needs to rest now..." The girl hugs Mitaki, "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if it wasn't for you..."
"I'm glad she's feeling better, I don't want to see anyone else suffer..."
"Hey, I never got your name..."
"It's Mitaki...Mitaki Naru."
"I'm Rabalah..." She kisses Mitaki on the cheek. "Will you stay with us? We don't have anyone like you to protect us...the villagers and I adore you..."
"I wish I could, but...when I make friends, I can never take the pain of losing them...and if anything ever happened to me, I don't want you to suffer because of it."
"You're strong...you can protect everyone, and I know nothing could ever happen to you...you were able to slay an Ulbernaut, there's no way anything could happen. If something happens, I'm ready to take the risk...I want to be with you."
After many monthes, the two have a child and name him Malkari. The villagers decorated the young Enkidukai's fur with special symbols that meant "courage" and "wisdom" in their customs, and was said to bless the child with the courage of his father. But there was a mistake made when the symbol was decorated. It was aligned upside-down, and the meaning changed from "courage" to "age." In a year's time, the child had undergone a magic that would completely change his life. Instead of getting the courage of his father, he had grown to the age of his father, and had been blessed with the wisdom of his father as well. But, the age, was not a blessing, instead it was a curse. He awakened, and looked around, seeing straw and cement-covered walls all around him. He layed back down and tried to think, memories suddenly pouring into his head. When the wisdom symbol was decorated onto him, they forgot to remove the "memory" fragment from it.
They had never done this ritual with a child, only when people want to change themselves, or have amnesia and need to borrow the memories of someone close to them. Malkari began to see images of Mitaki's adventures in Hydlaa, experiencing both his satisfaction of battle, and the pain of losing those close to him. The memory of the pain from scars on his flesh began to enter his head, and the pain was so real that they began to form scars on his own body. He screamed in pain, as the memories continued to pour into his head. He had left Hydlaa and met his wife. The pain continued as Mitaki suffered from losing her, and the village began to blame him for her death, as he had not been there to protect her like he had promised...or had been forced to promise. The memories stopped when the image of a gallows appeared in his head.
A woman runs into the room after hearing the scream, slams open the door, and sees the now-grown Malkari bleeding on the straw bedding from the fresh scars carved into his body from the memories. In an instant, she realizes what must have happened and rushes out of the room to get some herbs. She places an incense in the room to put him to sleep as she applies the herbs to his wounds. In a few days, Malkari wakes up, and sees the girl sitting beside him rubbing something on one of his scars, feeling a stinging sensation. He says nothing and looks at her face, trying to recognize her. After a few minutes, the name "Raskah" comes to mind.
"Raskah...is that you?"
"So I was right...you were not blessed, you were cursed...the villagers did not want to admit what they did to you...Yes, I'm Raskah."
Since the last moment Mitaki had seen Raskah, he was handing her something, the memory blurry because of it being close to the time the image of the gallows appears in his head.
"The villagers banished me here for speaking out against them when they drew these symbols on you...I inspected them and found so many flaws, but they were foolish and did not want to admit they'd made any mistakes. After all, you're the son of Mitaki, the person who they used to believe was their savior..." Raskah begins to cry.
"My...father...?" Malkari begins to draw back the memories of his father and his pain. The wounds open back up and bleed through the bandages, and he begins to shiver in pain.
"Hold on, don't think! Just relax...I'll be right back!" Raskah runs out of the room, wiping the tears from her eyes and grabs her last remaining herbs, comes back in and unties the bandages and reapplies them to his wounds. She ties the cloth back around his wounds after the herbs are applied, and Malkari's pain disappears except for the sting of the herbs.
"You are not Mitaki, you are his son. The villagers branded you with hasted symbols. They meant to bless you, so that you would be like your father, but instead they ruined you...you do not have his courage or his wisdom, only his pain and suffering...You must relax, force the images out of your head. Try to think of the good, if there is any to be had...I did not know the man well myself, but he did save me and this village, so in doing that he has to have some calming memories."
"I...don't understand anything you're saying..." Malkari tries to move, but collapses back down to the bedding in pain. "If I'm not him, then...why do I remember his friends? Why do I remember them calling me Mitaki? Why do they -"
"Those are your father's memories. Like I said before, our village practices customs that would make us...different, from the other Enkidukai in Yliakum. We are more in tune with magic, and have created rituals that give us enhanced strength, knowledge, power..." Raskah wipes the remaining tears from her eyes. "You see, when you were born, you were branded with the symbols of Courage and Wisdom. Courage was drawn the wrong way to mean 'Age' which is why you are how you are. As for Wisdom, they have never done this mark on a newborn, and they forgot to remove the 'Memory' rune from it when they drew it on you, which is why you are having all of these painful memories. Mitaki had a lot of scars on his body, I'm guessing from previous battles he's fought, and as those memories were freshly created in your mind, your body began to feel the pain from those scars and opened wounds in your flesh. If you stay here I can heal them, but...your life has been shortened. You have no past except for that of a baby, which you by now have probably forgotten. If you can, try to remember Mitaki's visions of you..."
"I still don't understand, but...alright, I'll try." Malkari closes his eyes and tries to remember.
Mitaki walks up to the baby as he is being held in his mother's arms. He pats him on the head, and kisses Rabalah on the cheek as he walks outside to help a farmer in the village.
Malkari opens his eyes.
"That baby...is me...?" Malkari asks as he begins to raise his head off the bedding and put it in his hand.
"Yes...all of these memories, are your father's. I'm not really sure what I should do...your life is wrecked with what has happened...all I know to tell you is, after your wounds have recovered, you should find your father's friends...they can guide you better than me. I am, after all, an exile...all I can do is heal wounds, I am labeled a fool in the eyes of our village, and after what they think your father has done, you going into the village looking like that will get you killed as he was..."
"He's...dead?" The image of the gallows appears in his mind, but he quickly shakes the memory away.
"I'm afraid so...your father was executed after the villagers thought he had killed your mother. He tried to protect her, but she was killed before he could stop the thief." Raskah coughs and stands up. "Stay here for a few weeks, let your wounds recover...after that, you must leave this place before the villagers come. I am to be executed in one month, for my so-called heresy..."
(To be continued...)
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Malkari lays back down.
"Apperantly my father was a heretic, as well...he didn't seem to like the Gods of this world, would curse their existence for not letting him keep the natural flow of things in this world. I can't explain it very well...but I'm not going to let you get killed over this. If I can help, let me know how."
"I'm sorry, but...I have no place outside of this village." Raskah lifts her shirt and reveals a symbol branded on her stomach. "All of the villagers are given this symbol when they arrive. One reason your father was executed is because, from the many times he'd left the village to hunt, they thought he was telling people their secrets, since he had never been branded. This symbol bounds its bearer to a certain radius of where they got the symbol. I cannot walk very far outside of this house or else my flesh begins to burn...it's a curse, and there is no way to remove it. They trust people who are born inside the village's walls, which is why you can leave and were not given this marking...but I cannot."
"If they're such bad people, why did you come to live here in the first place?"
"Because of your mother...I met her when she came to Hydlaa for a few years. We'd became best friends, and when she had to move back to this village I was heartbroken. I had to come here soon after, just to find I'd be stuck here for the rest of my life. I didn't know..."
"My mother was born in this village, so she never got the marking..."
"Yes. So you see, there is not much I can do but sit here and wait for my death..."
"But can't I..." Malkari sits up and gets a stern look on his face. "no...nevermind, it's nothing."
"You couldn't if you tried. You may have your father's wisdom, but you do not have his strength. Besides, you are still wounded, and you have no experience with a weapon..."
"But I have his memories, maybe I could -"
"No, don't worry about it...I do not expect to be saved. I have only delayed my death up until now, it is time I moved on. I've done enough in this world."
"I'm sorry...I wish I could help you..."
"Don't worry...I'm sure your father had strong friends. Once you find them, they can train you, and you'll be able to save this village from it's fate."
"Then I must leave quickly..." Malkari starts to stand.
"No, your wounds haven't healed yet, you can't -" Before she finishes, Malkari has already removed the tape to show the recovered wounds that have now become nothing but scars. "I've...never seen someone recover so quickly."
"I may not have his strength, but I am still his son...I'm sure it's a bloodline thing. They stopped hurting a few minutes ago."
"Get some rest...if you wish to leave soon, I can prepare things for you. You have a long journey ahead of you."
"Thank you for doing this...I don't know why all of this had to happen, but I'm not going to let it happen to others. One's enough..."
Malkari awakens, seeing a packed bag beside him, a sewn cloak, and two decorated blades. On the bag is a note that reads, "I am sorry I could not see you off, but the execution date has been moved up...by the time you read this I will already be dead. I did not want to worry you, which is why I did not say anything. I made sure to do all of this for you before you left this acursed place. The blades you see there were your father's. Before his execution, he wanted me to have them to give to you when you came of age. He did not know that I was set to be executed soon after him. Well, you came of age early, so I figure you should begin your weapons training now. I am not very fluent in your father's native tongue, but I believe you are now a 'Shinito.' From now on you are free. If you wish to save this village, find your father's friends and have them train you. Or you can forget this acursed village and live a normal life...I'm sure you'd rather choose to save this village, I imagine your father was a risktaker as well. Just be safe, don't do anything you might regret. I hope yo-" the note ends there.
Malkari's eyes start to form tears. He reads the note over and over again trying to change the words on the page.
"Raskah...why did this have to happen? You were a good person, why can't these people...I'll save this village, I swear it." Malkari grabs the swords, wraps the cloak around him and carries the bag out of the house. He finds flint and tinder a little ways into the forest, and comes back to light the house on fire, leaving behind no trace of the place Raskah was forced to live and wait for her death.
"I hope the afterlife treats you better than this life did..." Malkari walks down the dirt road through the forest, determined to reach Hydlaa and find his father's friends.
(To be continued...)
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[Question: how did they have a child in a few days? That part creeped me out slightly, as I also thought when you said girl, you actually meant a young girl. ::| (Seventeenth paragraph, first sentence.)]
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wow! Whens the next chapter coming out? ;p
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[Question: how did they have a child in a few days? That part creeped me out slightly, as I also thought when you said girl, you actually meant a young girl. ::| (Seventeenth paragraph, first sentence.)]
[Finally, some comments. Thanks, I've been waiting for someone to say something. I meant monthes there, read over it but I can never figure out what's wrong besides grammar when I type something. =/
As for the girl thing, I counted down and 17 puts me at a paragraph that doesn't have the word in it. I'm thinking you mean
"A girl runs into the room after hearing the scream, slams open the door, and sees the now-grown Malkari bleeding on the straw bedding from the fresh scars carved into his body from the memories."
If that's it, can you possibly give me a suggestion on how I can change that? I can see how that might fool a few people, but I can't come up with better wording. >.<
And theirah, I'm sort of planning something for the next chapter, but it needs the consent of a few people, otherwise I'll write it up probably tomorrow.]
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[ohh you want comments :P Acually I read was reading it earlier and really liked it. I just realized after finishing that I had to do something and didn't bother to say anything. Still its really intresting, I especially enjoy how Malkari is effected by the change into his father negatively more so than positively.]
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[Always looking for criticizm, I never know if anyone's even reading, and I always know there's some mistake I'm not seeing. :P]
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Malkari walks down the forest path, thinking back to his father's experiences in the wilderness. His village had been burned down by an army that wanted supplies from them, and he was forced to wander for most of his life until reaching Hydlaa and training himself as a warrior. He pulled the note Raskah had left for him, and kept looking at the word "Shinito" which he tried to remember, but could not pull it up right away. He pulled a loaf of bread out of a pouch and began to eat it as he walked, looking around at small wildlife running around through the trees. This place was beautiful to him, since he had never really felt what it was like to be in a real home.
A few minutes later, it came to him, that in one of the villages Mitaki had visited, he met other Enkidukai that were refugees from his old village, and they had taught Mitaki how to wield a sword, though he had not practiced much with it until he realized that there were important people he needed to protect. The word "Shinito" meant "Warrior of Dawn", a warrior that would bring upon the dawn of a new age for people. Malkari thought about it for a while, and he knew what Raskah meant when she called him that. She wanted him to change their village and make them give up these rituals, which even though they had good intentions, they were ruining people and punishing those that spoke up about it, like Raskah being executed for speaking up about the markings on his body.
"If I'd never existed...would Raskah still be alive? She would have never had anything protest, and she would have been spared..." Malkari said to himself, crouching down and putting his head in his hands. "There's no reason for any of this...I never wanted to be this way, and Raskah could still be alive right now..."
This feeling of regret brought about a new thought in Malkari, which confused him. He began to think of a time when his father was "torn in two." In his sleep, a warlock had cast a spell on him to separate the evil from his soul, and set this new entity against his friends. This memory just now coming to him, he wondered if this was something his father wished to forget. It was a strange feeling, like he was hollow inside after this had happened. His father began to have regrets about his own life, and why the Gods that everyone had worshipped did not save them in this time of need. Ikatim, the new entity that was cast outside of his father's body, his anti-existance, had begun to slaughter many innocent people, always leaving behind a trail of blood at a killing, and the trail ending at a burn mark in the ground, which was assumed to be a teleportation spell. After a few days of this, and many unfinished confrontations with Ikatim that he could not carry out the killing blow, he decided that the only way to save everyone was to kill himself...that shadow would have no more places to hide, being that he only existed because of Mitaki.
The memory cut at this point. Malkari began to throw up at the thought, because just then, a "second mind" started to interfere with his thoughts. This mind was Ikatim's. These twisted thoughts entered his brain, seeing the sight of his father's anti-existance slaughtering innocent people, the carnage spread throughout the small time this creature was let loose, was too much for him. Malkari thrashed around trying to shake the memory away, but it would not stop. It was as if a voice was speaking to him, telling him that there was a job unfinished. Malkari began to stop thrashing, and layed still on the ground. At the same time these two thoughts were clashing with eachother; Mitaki's thoughts of trying to get rid of Ikatim, and Ikatim's thoughts of making Mitaki suffer by killing people that were close to him. Being that these memories are newly carved in his brain, Malkari experiences each one as if they are real. Seeing the blood of innocents spilled, the satisfaction in Ikatim's mind, and at the same time seeing Mitaki's suffering, regretting his own existance because of what had happened, made him go insane.
Malkari got up and looked around the forest, seeing all of the wildlife scurrying around. He leaped in front of an animal and in an instant severed its head from its body. Seeing the blood on his sword, licking it off and getting a strange satisfaction from it, he began to look around for something else to kill. Ikatim's thoughts had overpowered Mitaki's courage at the time, as he was unsure of his own life being worth anything since it was the cause of Ikatim's existance to begin with, and he had been killing many people in that time he was alive. Malkari was driven by Ikatim's mad thoughts, and he turned around down the path and sprinted back toward the village he had left. In less than an hour, he had arrived at the village, leaping high in the air and landing on one of the huts. An elder Enkidukai walked outside and saw him standing up there, both of his swords in his hands, covered in blood.
"...Mitaki!? What the...you're supposed to be dead! Have you risen from hell to kill more of your own kind, you monster!?" The elder asked in rage. Malkari looked down at him, and found a good footing on the roof of the hut to leap from and cut the elder's throat in one slash. He grinned as the elder fell to the ground and the fresh blood stained his swords.
"More...I know there are more...I'm only starting to have fun. You killed that fool Mitaki without my consent, he was mine...so I'm going to take the life of everyone here until I'm satisfied..." Malkari said in a crazed voice. He tackled the side of the hut with a force that caved in the side of it and knocked it down. More villagers ran outside and saw what had happened. The elder laying on the ground with his head severed lying next to him, and this twisted figure standing there that looked much like Mitaki. The villagers began to scream and run back inside of their homes. A few children playing nearby had seen Malkari and cried, not being able to run away. Malkari quickly ran up to them and looked into their eyes.
"You have...something I don't..." Malkari said, his voice sounding somewhat normal, but quickly changing back to Ikatim's maddened screech. "You have my childhood!" With no more hesitation, he killed the two children that had been crying at the sight of him. The mother of the two children ran back outside and screamed in horror, Malkari quickly looking at her and realizing something that looked familliar about her. In that instant, another memory came to his head. He was walking...no, his father was walking, alongside Raskah and Rabalah, carrying their baby to this woman's house. When they arrived, blurry words were said.
"Mina, this child..."
The memory cut off again, and Malkari looked into this woman's scared eyes, realizing that this person was Raskah's sister. He took a few steps back, and began shiver, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Go away...GO AWAY!" Malkari yelled at the evil that has possessed him, and he ran back out of the village and tripped in the dirt about a mile away, landing next to his bloodstained sword. He could do nothing but lay there, thinking about what he had just done...
(To be continued...)
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ohh...poor malkari...
btw, small grammar thing to point out, but it stuck out a little-"began to ate it" in the first paragraph should be "began to eat it"
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[They are Enkidukai, correct? So, you could replace girl with fenki, or just call her a woman.]
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[I've never been fond of calling them fenki, it's more of a player slang than an actual name, so I'll call her a woman.]
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[Actually, I meant Rabalah or whoever.]
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[Ohh. Actually, she's younger than Raskah. Mitaki's in his 40's, Rabalah's in her early 30's, Raskah's a little older than Mitaki. I think it might fit, but I'll still change it to stop the confusion. :P
Thanks]
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Malkari stared at his sword, regretting everything he's done in his short time of consciousness since gaining all of these memories. He promised Raskah he would save the village, not cause havoc in it. He even killed Mina's children...Mina had been living a simple life, not even being informed of her sister's execution or anything that was happening outside of her happy life with her children. He'd just taken everything away from her...not even being able to control himself. It was like he couldn't control his own motions or thoughts, everything he did wasn't his choice to do. It was such a strange feeling...all being sparked from the memories he'd received from his father's anti-existance. Ikatim should have died long ago at the cliff he'd fought Mitaki at, and if not then, it'd be when Mitaki was hung. What had just happened to him was as if he had something living inside of him. Was a new Otaru (Warrior of Shadows) born of Ikatim's memories coming to existance inside of his mind, and not cast out of his body yet? This entity had just destroyed Malkari's goal, his promise to Raskah...if she'd somehow be watching him, she would never rest in peace seeing that. Once again, memories came to Malkari that he wanted to cast away, but did not have the strength or mentallity at the moment to do.
"I see...so this child will not be so much longer..." A woman said in the memory.
"What do you mean...? My son ages faster than normal Enkidukai?" Mitaki asked.
"These markings seem to have been done hastily...look, do you see this one here? I believe they meant to draw it the other direction...right now it stands as "Age", but they want to give him your courage. The artisan simply did not position himself right when drawing this...what a fatal mistake." Mina, the woman speaking before that had now been pictured clearly in Malkari's mind responded.
"A year after being marked, the mark takes effect and changes them to whatever is written..." Raskah said.
"How do you know all of this?" Rabalah questioned.
"Do you remember my sickness? Though you weren't around at the time I got it, a year ago before losing my husband to an illness, I marked myself to receive his fate instead of him...I sent you a letter, but I don't think it got to you. At the time, I did not know that this village's rituals took one year in order to come to effect. So, my husband passed away, and I was stuck waiting for death. A year later, around the time you met Mitaki, the marking had taken its hold on me, but because my husband was already dead, it made me feel like I had a parasite inside of me...that was probably what was happening to him in the grave when the marking took hold..."
"I'm sorry, but that's...disgusting, why do you people study such magics?" Mitaki asked.
"The potion you gave me actually did nothing more than kill the parasite. It was probably looking for nutrients inside of my husband's lifeless body, and after being sent to me it had a feast..." Raskah pauses and puts her hand over her mouth, makes a strange movement and then continues. "I don't think it was meant to swallow whatever was inside of that potion, I can still feel it inside of me...I don't know how to get it out, it'd grown huge in the short time it was in me..."
"Stop! Please...you're making me sick." Rabalah said, shivering.
Mitaki sighs. "So from that disgusting experience, you pretty much learned that these things take a year...and in order to draw the marking to begin with, you studied how to mark them on flesh."
"Yes...sorry about telling you that. At first I didn't want to say anything, but even now I feel like whatever that parasite ate is still inside of it, and it's...vital, to me, because I can no longer sleep at night for more than a few minutes without my lungs feeling like they're shifting. It scares me...but since we were on the subject of knowing how these markings work, I thought I should say something..."
"You could have at least told me...I know how to remove these markings. Hold on, I can reverse this." Mina said, walking into another room of the shifty wooden house she was living in. "Here, sit down, let me see it."
"Can you guys turn around, the marking's on my chest..." Raskah says to Mitaki and Rabalah.
"You're pretty flexible to be able to do something like that high up on your chest without messing up..." Mitaki says in another sigh. "This all's ridiculous. All I want to know is, are you able to remove these markings from Raskah and my son so we can rest without anymore worry?"
"Well, if you'd turn around I can begin..." Mina says, already starting to lift Raskah's shirt up.
"Oh, sorry!" Mitaki quickly turns around and walks into another room with Rablah.
Mitaki sits in the other room, his back against the wall that's separating the two rooms, listening to what's going on. Rabalah stands on the opposite side of the room with Malkari in her hands, looking at the two markings on his body and wishing that they would just go away.
"What the hell...?" Mina says. "What is this? You drew this marking in such a strange way...I can't find where the-" Mitaki tries to listen further, but the language became that of their native language, which he had not yet studied deep into.
A few minutes later, after the conversation between the two in Alturial (the village's language), they walk into the room Mitaki and Rabalah are staying in.
"Ishur al...I'm sorry, I forgot, you don't understand us, do you?" Mina asks Mitaki.
"If you're more comfortable speaking like that, go ahead. I can hear it later from Rabalah if it's bad news." Mitaki responds.
Rabalah and Mina held a conversation in that language that seemed like it took hours until they were finished. During it all, Mitaki sits still propped against the wall, simply examining their facial expressions as they talked. Rabalah raised her voice a lot, or it may have been an accent, and she looked really worried about whatever Mina was telling her.
"Hey...I don't mean to interrupt, but where's Raskah?" Mitaki asks.
"Raskah...liha...I mean, she's resting in the other room. You can go and see her if you want, the marking's removed, and the parasite in her body has dissolved. Problem is, the "lung shifting" she was having cannot be reversed, as the magic did not do that to her, it only put the parasite in her body. She'll have trouble sleeping, but she should be fine besides that."
"That's good to hear..."
Mina and Rabalah continue to talk to eachother, but the conversation quieted down and Rabalah seemed to let out a sigh toward the end of when they were speaking Alturian.
"Leave the child with me, Rabalah. You and Mitaki go back home and rest, I'm going to need you two to help me tomorrow. I have to make preparations for the child's ritual."
"Ritual?" Mitaki asks.
"I'll explain on the way." Rabalah says, holding his hand and pulling him out the door like she was rushing him.
"What was that about?"
"She told me that our child may not survive this ritual...he is too young, and Raskah had a lot of problems with it herself, which is why she's resting right now."
"What did she mean by 'preparations'? She didn't take that much time with Raskah...and besides, do we really want to take the risk of losing our child just to remove these markings?"
"If we don't, you're going to have a son that's the same age as you...I think we should try it. She told me that she's going to try and find a way to numb him so that he doesn't die from the pain. The ritual itself isn't much of a problem, just the physical pain may be too much."
"I see...well, he is my son. I hope that he'll be ok."
The next day looked familliar. It showed Mitaki running down the road back to their house, and Rabalah laying on the floor dead with a thief inside of her house. Mitaki had slain him in an instant, but seen it was too late for his wife. Mina ran into the house and saw Mitaki's bloodied sword, and the dead body of Rabalah, and without saying anything ran outside and yelled for help. That's where it all began...
Malkari opened his eyes, and looked at the bloodstained sword in his hand.
"I have no purpose...Raskah's dead, my father's dead, my mother's dead, Mina's been crushed...all because of me..."
Malkari picks up his swords and walks down the path, his eyes cold and dead, not knowing what to do anymore.
(To be continued...)
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Malkari walked for days, tired and hungry, so lost in thought that he did not even care anymore where he was going or what he was supposed to be doing. He tripped and fell on the ground, just laying there as he began to think thoughts of suicide, since his existance had only brought about sadness to people in the short time he's been alive. Memories of his father began to flash in his mind again, but he chose to ignore them. They were the cause of most of this. His father was a lunatic, having a side of him that wanted to kill, having such a deep depression, constantly thinking of people he'd lost. What did his father have that got him through it all? It just didn't make any sense anymore that feelings as deep as that would be hidden deep in his mind to a point where he could only forcefully bring them up, or in Malkari's case, have them pour into his mind as he experienced similar situations.
There was no hope for the future anymore. Even if his father had friends that he'd left back in Hydlaa, what would they think of his son after seeing how old he is and the blood of innocents on his swords? They obviously wouldn't believe him, and probably kill him, since they were apperantly people of great skill with a sword. Their judgement would be smarter than to believe such a ridiculous story. In a way it was his fault that he'd done what he did in the village, he could have tried to fight against the anti-existance's presence inside of him, but instead he sat there idley as it destroyed peoples' hearts and lives. Where was he supposed to go now? He got up and continued to walk toward Hydlaa, almost being able to expect what might happen to him, but only time would tell...
(End of the past)
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Malkari walked into Hydlaa, noticing that the other residents of this city also carried weapons, so he felt safe walking through without worrying about being killed on the spot. He kept walking and soon stumbled upon the Temple of Laanx, where memories of Farren Kutter fighting the anti-existance came into mind. He let the memory come and go, not stopping or fearing it. Since accepting that his promise was broke and he was no longer limited to helping people, he began to let the anti-existance slowly take over his thoughts. The Statue of Laanx stood valiantly in the middle of the Plaza, watching over the residents of its fair walls. Malkari walked by it and saw Harnquist's shop, where he stepped up to and found a lot of weapons on display, along with many people using the shop's furnaces and other crafting materials. Without much interest, he walked back toward the edge of the stairway leading toward the Statue, and looked at the bloodstains on his sword.
Just then, a mysterious Elf approaced him, and began to speak.
"Hmph, you look like you dragged yourself here." The Elf said.
"Not as easy as I'd hoped getting here..." Malkari responded, wondering why the Elf cared about him.
The Elf asked Malkari about himself, and he explained the story of how his father's memories had become his own, and how there was another existance inside of him that made him stain his blades with innocent blood. He told Malkari that his curse was actually a gift, and had great potential to him. He related his life with Malkari's, saying that he too was an outcast and had a curse of his own. But, he learned to embrace it and follow his destiny. He advised Malkari to do the same. Since he had caused so much sadness and could not do much good in the world, he was destined to destroy, and embrace the entity that was within him, make that power his own.
"Now I have two questions, if you do not mind answering them." Xeonart said.
"Go ahead and ask..."
"Firstly, what is your name?"
"Malkari Shi-no..." Malkari hesitated, remembering that Shinito meant Warrior of Dawn...he was embracing his "destiny" as it was called, and remembered what the anti-existance called himself in Mitaki's native language...Otaru, Warrior of Shadow. "Otaru. Malkari Otaru."
"Well, Malkari Otaru, forgive me for the suddeness of my second question, but your potential truely makes me curious. I wondered if whether you would consider joining me. I need more people like you and I'm sure I could help you tame that power of yours..."
"If it gives me a use for my powers, than I'll gladly accept your offer..."
With that, Malkari joined "The Fallen Kingdom." The Elf introduced himself, saying his name was Xeonart, the leader of this guild. He was wearing strange clothing, looking somewhat like a grim reaper, but Malkari did not pay much attention to it as they spoke. Accepting his newly-discovered fate, Malkari borrowed the powers of the anti-existance and teleported away leaving a burn-mark on the ground he stood on, after saying goodbye to Xeonart. He ended up on the roof of a building in Hydlaa, where he sat down and talked to himself.
"I was given a choice of two sides...to be a Shinito, or to be an Otaru...I have chosen your side, Ikatim...now, let me borrow your strength, and let me keep my thoughts. I ensure you that with our combined skills, we may set out to fulfill our goals. All I ask is that you let me tap into your vast strength, and use your powers as my own..." Malkari said to the anti-existance living inside of him.
"Fool...you do not have any powers...what makes you think I would lend you my strength, when I can simply use you as a vessel?" His mind spoke to him.
"You don't have a solid body...without your power, I should just kill myself, seeing as my fate would reach a dead-end without them. That means, you would die too...I'm in control here, you no longer have any say in the matter. My power is being able to control you...the way you used those powers back in the village was sloppy...with me here, you won't go insane with power, and we can control them in a more concrete way..."
"I see...so you've made up your mind." The mind simulates a laugh. "Then, I will let you have my powers...just make sure you don't do anything stupid with them...or they can rip you apart."
The voice in Malkari's mind disappeared, and at once his body had undergone a change. His scars disappeared, his eyes changed from blue to red, and he was no longer able to tap into his father's memories, having Ikatim's full mind come into view. His headache disappeared, and he felt more alive than he had before when he was torn between the two minds and being depressed from killing innocents.
"Haha...this is great...so he kept his promise..." Malkari said to himself. "Now I have these powers I can use at will...and I'm now part of something that has use for me...looks like I'm finally climbing the right side of the hill."
(To be continued...)
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After many days in Hydlaa, Malkari got used to his surroundings and a few of the people that resided there. Being that he now has the powers of the anti-existance, showing his face out in public was strange to him at first, being that his eyes were now red and he had some traits that people would consider otherworldly. Walking into the tavern one day, Malkari saw Xeonart again, talking to himself with others listening. He at first didn't care, and went to sit next to the fireplace while Xeonart spoke, but then he was addressed.
"Malkari, I know I saw you walk in here...come here." Xeonart said to him.
"Alright." Malkari replied casually as he moved away from the fireplace. Upon doing so, he saw a familiar face, the one of Anarkia, who was one listening to Xeonart as he was talking to himself. He'd met Anarkia a few days before, working in the tavern, and she seemed depressed. After he started to talk to Xeonart, Anarkia looked at him with a strange look in her eyes.
"Malkari, I have a job for you." Xeonart said to him. When Xeonart was talking to himself, he mentioned someone knowing too much about the Kingdom, and when Anarkia tried to ask about what he was saying, he bitterly told her that it was not her concern.
"Say the word." Malkari said with a grin on his face.
"Find a female Ynnwn...known as Yanlora." He paused. "She usually can be found near Harnquist's, working on weapons and the such...and when you do...I think I don't have to tell you what to do next." Xeonart noticed the excitedness in Malkari's eyes.
"Finally..." Malkari said, grinning and looking at his own hands, "I've been dying to try out these new powers...so as you wish, consider the job done..."
Anarkia looked at them both concerned. She did nothing but stand there after Xeonart told her that it didn't concern her, but she followed Malkari after he rushed out of the tavern to find Yanlora. Upon finding Harnquist's shop, Malkari did indeed see Yanlora, and walked up to her as she was talking to another woman. The other woman looked at Malkari, and returned to talking to Yanlora until Malkari said something.
"You're the one...can you come with me, please?" Malkari asked Yanlora, giving away what he was trying to do right away by showing his Symbol of Vengeance, the emblem of The Fallen Kingdom, out in the open to them, since they had already encountered Xeonart's kind before.
"What for?" Yanlora asked him. The other woman noticed Malkari's Symbol of Vengeance right away.
"Why do you want her?" She asked as well.
"I just wish to talk..."
"And if I don't feel like it?"
"Well we can just do it here then, I guess." The other woman said.
"This really isn't the place..." Malkari said with frustration, turning to the woman who's name he found out was Noriin, "and this really doesn't concern you."
"Whatever happens to my friends concerns me as much as them."
"Oh well...I suppose it'll be more fun this way." Malkari said, already drawing his swords. "Yanlora, your head is mine, and if your friend interferes, you both will leave this world."
Anarkia watched the three, wondering what she could do. Xeonart had come to aide Malkari, along with a woman named Anumesa, who appeared to be a lifeless doll.
"If you like..." Yanlora said, and without hesitation, she and Noriin called the Hydlaa guards.
After hearing the guards arriving, Xeonart called off Malkari and Anumesa. Malkari punched a nearby tree in anger, not being able to test his skills, and disappeared using the anti-existance's magic, leaving a burn mark on the ground he once stood, appearing near the Temple of Laanx where he layed down and vented his anger. For the next few days, Malkari had constantly been trying to kill Yanlora, failing each time as he could not lure her away from Hydlaa, or find her alone, always getting the guards called. In the Laanx Temple, he saw Yanlora with a group of people talking, and he hid behind a nearby bench as he waited for his chance to strike. Strangely, he was not alone, as he saw another strange Enkidukai hiding behind a bench beside him. He called him over, and realized that he was the imfamous Elvi, the leader of The Outlaws. He told Elvi his plan, and asked how he could get rid of the crowd so he could strike down Yanlora, but the plan failed as the crowd moved away from the area. He payed Elvi for trying to help him out and not giving him away, then went to chase, but lost the crowd in the wilderness of the Ojaveda Road. He decided that instead, he would try to hunt down Noriin, finding that she had a companion, Velh.
Meeting Noriin again one day near the Plaza, he casually walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, grinning with a threatening look on his face. Her and Velh both drew their weapons, Malkari backing off and getting ready to fight, yet not drawing his swords. Instead, he decided to rely fully on the anti-existance inside of him, its powers making his skin come to a strange boil. He reached his arm into the ground, it phasing through like there was no matter there at all, and it reappeared behind Noriin, ready to choke her. It connected, but Velh cut Malkari with his daggers, forcing him to retract his arm from Noriin's neck. Just then, Malkari looked over and saw Anarkia once more, watching the fight with a strange grin on her face. He turned back to the task at hand, and his skin began to boil once more.
"Malkari, I thought you were supposed to murder Yanlora...or is this just for fun?" Anarkia said to him, forcing him to turn his attention to her once more.
"I have my reasons...though this is fun itself." He replied to her, Velh and Noriin getting ready to attack him. He shot his shadowed arm at Velh this time, but it was parried and sent back at him. Angered, Malkari drew his longswords, ready to charge. Velh took out a bow and began to aim an arrow at him. Malkari dashed at him, and tried to parry the arrow that was now flying at him from Velh's direction, but instead missed his chance and it hit him in the shoulder. Trying to shake off the pain, his skin boiled again, the shaft falling out of his skin, but the arrowhead getting stuck. After he got the shaft out, his body returned to a more physical form, and he charged Velh once more, this time not giving him time to shoot a second arrow, and he jumped in the air forcing his blades down upon him. Velh rolled out of the way of the slash, but Malkari crouched down and slashed to the side, hitting Velh's leg and leaving a huge gash. Noriin, who was distracted with one of the Kingdom's allies, Arcov, finally defeated him, but wasn't able to finish him off after she checked on Velh, and came at Malkari to keep him from killing Velh.
Someone else had come to aide Velh and Noriin, Roberet, but he did not do much until later on in their battle. Shortly after Roberet's arrival, one named Nixe came as well, to help the fight. Malkari sneered, but just then an ally of the Kingdom also came to aide, Armaros. They were too late, though, as Noriin charged at Malkari while his attention was on Velh, and stabbed him twice, making him cough up heavy amounts of blood and fall to the ground, his skin beginning to boil once more. While Malkari was distracted, Noriin tried to heal Velh, but could not heal him completely as Armaros began to fight her. Meanwhile, Nixe was trying to finish off Arcov, leaving Malkari to handle Velh once more, Roberet stood to the side with a small crowd that had gathered to simply watch.
Malkari lifted himself up off the ground with one arm, and raised his other one, casting a strange magic that caused a hellfire to come down upon Velh, but now being healed, Velh managed to escape the vicinity that the fire rained down upon. Being angered, Malkari phased into a strange shadowform. Nixe, after now completely immobilizing Arcov, aided Velh with standing, and attention was now turned on Armaros, who fled the battle after Noriin had brutally beaten him. Nixe healed Velh completely now, and Malkari had arisen from the ground not long after, a new look of rage in his eyes. His skin now came to a complete boil, not just his arms, and all at once, shadow-like arms shot out of his body, attempting to choke everyone in the area. He managed to catch Roberet, Nixe, and Noriin in his grasp, while Velh and Arcov, being on his last leg, barely escaped them.
Malkari desperately tried to kill all three of them in his hands, but after being shot and injured so many times by Velh, and having Nixe throw her shield at him distracting him from keeping his concentration on the arms in order to dodge, he loosened his grip. Noriin escaped, along with Roberet who cut the arm off completely, but Nixe was still trapped. All of his available arms gathered around Nixe, trying to kill her, but with everyone now ganging up on Malkari, he had no choice but to slam Nixe into the ground in order to be able to avoid some of the attacks and parry the others with the swords in his physical arms. The shadow arms that he'd created shot back into his body, making him take a few heavy breaths to reorient himself. Noriin, after regaining herself from nearly getting choked, charged at Malkari, but he managed to dodge and she lost her balance.
While Malkari was distracted once more, Velh charged at him and forced his dagger into his stomach. Malkari coughed up blood on him, and without another second to waste he forcefully grabbed Velh's arm and pulled him out, throwing him onto the ground, and tried to escape from the fight. Anarkia watched with a terrified look on her face, Malkari glancing at her as he tried to run, not sure what she was doing. Roberet stood in Malkari's way, and tackled him down. Malkari coughed up more blood, but rolled around on the ground and came around Roberet, only to run into Nixe who was now conscious after just being slammed on the ground earlier. She reached out at Malkari trying to stop him, but he slammed his elbow into her face, knocking her out once more, and managed to escape from the heavy crowd that was forming. Soon after, Anarkia walked up to Malkari, who had tripped after being stabbed in the side by someone before completely escaping.
Unexpectingly, she began to heal him, and he looked into her eyes as she tried to save his life. His bleeding stopped, and his wounds closed.
"Th-thank you..." He said, not sure why she was helping him. Without second thought, he began to run further away so that he could rest a little. She nodded to him as he left, and the fight continued in the Plaza as Anumesa and Desot appeared to battle them off. Malkari, however, had fallen asleep far away from the area, having many thoughts going through his head after what had just happened...
(To be continued...)
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A few days later, after fully recovering, Malkari met Anarkia while she was working in the tavern, a smile coming to his face as he saw her.
"Hey, Anarkia..." He said casually.
"Greetings, menki."
"Heh...name's Malkari...I know we've met on occasion here before, and at yesterday's incident..."
"You're okay, right?" She asked him, worried about his wounds.
"If you hadn't done what you did, I don't think I could've made it out of that mess..." After Malkari said this, Anarkia began to smile at him. "It was quite unexpected, really...I didn't want things to end that day. I don't think I can thank you enough for that."
"You're welcome..."
Malkari fell asleep next to the fireplace as it was raining outside. After waking up, he ran out of the tavern, Anarkia being distracted with work. He met Yanlora again in the Plaza, and told her of what happened the other day.
"Your friends aren't very cooperative...instead of simply telling me where you were, they fought...was a pretty bloody battle, too bad you weren't in it." Malkari said to her right away, a fake frown on his face.
"Hmm...I heard of it." She said, not really that worried.
"Here, I'll put it bluntly. You have two choices, we end this now, or have a little fun..." He said to her out of nowhere, already trying to get into a fight.
"Well.. I think my choice is depending on what time will bring...even if it's short time..." After Yanlora said this, a woman nearby, Morila, who was a member of The Outlaws, drew her swords and was about to help Malkari with killing Yanlora. She called the guards on them, and Malkari once again had to teleport away to escape them. Being angered now, he returned to the tavern, and saw Anarkia once more, a smile coming to his face when he saw her.
"That Yanlora's an annoying one..." He said. "Oh well, savor the moment I suppose..." He began to laugh. Anarkia laughed along with him, making Malkari sure that she was actually on Xeonart's side. She introduced him to one of her friends, and they greeted eachother casually. Later, another Enkidukai woman walked into the tavern, distracting Anarkia's friend with simple talk. Anarkia sat next to the fireplace, as Malkari sat on the bench and looked down at her, trying to talk to her about her past, which she would not tell him of. Instead, she changed the subject, and asked Malkari about himself. He told her of the markings on her body, and she was a little confused, but accepted it. She started to itch her neck, and with Malkari asking if she was alright, she told him that it was just a simple scratch. Malkari smiled, and reached over to scratch her neck for her, she became more relaxed and layed against Malkari's leg. He moved into a massage, and she was purring as he comforted her. She looked as though she'd had a rough past, so he stopped asking her about memories that might have been disturbing, and began to tell her something else as he now had his full focus on giving her the massage.
"Perhaps...there may be memories that we become happy when thinking about, we just need to form them..." He told her, understanding that they both had memories they did not wish to bring up. Anarkia smiled, but was seemingly distracted by something else. A strange Enkidukai girl had just walked into the tavern, and began to flirt with someone inside, the impression being that she wanted to make Malkari jealous, or at least that's what he figured. He and Anarkia walked up to a tavern balcony, and Malkari knew right away that this girl would make him happy...she was very beautiful, and very kind, despite what people said about her and how they treated her. They kissed, and moved into more...Malkari was completely lost, not caring anymore about any of his problems, and only focusing on Anarkia. He tried to hide his eyes, which were colored red after he accepted the anti-existance's power, but she said that they were unique, and she liked them...so he showed them to her, and they moved from kissing, to something more...
Malkari awoke, Anarkia was apperantly asleep somewhere else, so he moved out of the room that he was staying in after his night with Anarkia, and walked outside back into the main Plaza, not soon after seeing Anumesa sitting outside of the Temple of Laanx. She walked inside, and he followed her, not sure why she was in such a place. He found out that she was under Xeonart's control from a Seal of Vengeance that was burned onto her skin, and she was hiding there trying to get away from Xeonart. Malkari took up a sense of responsibility, and tried to get Anumesa to come back to Xeonart, but she screamed and ran. After getting back outside, Malkari drew his blades, and gave her a choice of serving Xeonart, or these would be her last seconds of life...Anarkia had said something by mistake in the tavern last night, that she "loved Xeonart," which Malkari figured meant that she just liked how he was living and wanted to serve him. He felt that it was more reason to capture Anumesa, he didn't want Anarkia to make anymore enemies than she had after healing him in the battle and being so nice to Xeonart. Anumesa screamed for help in the middle of the Plaza, and Velh and Nixe came to help her. Noriin, was sneaking up on Malkari, ready to pounce on him. All at once, Malkari was shot, tackled, and stabbed by all three of them, and ended up on the ground nearly dead already. Anumesa sat and watched, feeling safe now that they'd come to help her. Malkari tried to get up, only to be stabbed once more, but managed to avoid Nixe as she charged at him.
He smacked the ground hard, and something strange began to happen to him...his eyes changed color, from red back to the blue they had before, and his mouth forced open, something coming out of him...the scars that disappeared from his body after adorning the anti-existance's power reappeared, and he shrieked in pain as all of this was happening to him at once. The shadow of the anti-existance began to pulsate on the ground not far from Malkari, and after he'd regained his consciousness, Velh began to ask him what was going on. Noriin, however, was dying to kill him, but Anumesa stopped her and said that he may have been like she was, under control...but really, Malkari was not. He had simply lost his power, that power that Xeonart said had potential, and gave him reason to live...Malkari started to cry after he awoke from near-death, and told the story of what happened to him. Velh began to understand it all, that he was "marked from birth," with so much happening to him in his short time being alive. Malkari said that he tried to protect, but people still died, and he tried to destroy, but failed at that also, now losing his powers and not having accomplished anything...he had no reason left to live, and lifted his sword to his neck, ready to end his own life, but Anumesa and Velh stopped him from doing it, and he curled up with his head buried in his hands, crying...there was nothing he could do right, and it seemed like he had no further reason to live...so why? Why were these people trying to keep him alive?
Just then, someone from the Kingdom came to help out. Goleus, who was labeled a "trickster" by everyone there, began to talk. He had an amazing magical ability, and shielded himself, ready to fight against Velh, Noriin, and Nixe. After shielding, he used the Seal of Vengeance that was burned onto Anumesa's arm to control her into helping him. Anumesa began to attack Velh, being driven back by many slashes and such. While also, Goleus was fighting trying to keep his shield up and send rock-hard fists to attack everyone. The anti-existance's shadow pulsated harder, and began to form into a physical body...being cast out of Malkari not by magic, but injury, it could not come out in a physical body...and it also could not come out when it was simply a memory, which is why it kept trying to take control of Malkari until he finally accepted its power. It was now able to escape, and with Goleus distracting everyone from destroying it, it threatened to end all of their lives if it could complete its growth. Malkari, still on the ground bleeding, crawled over to Nixe, who was aiming a magical attack at Goleus while he was fighting, and asked her to instead aim her attack at the creature on the ground. Without second thought she destroyed it, knowing that it was the cause of Malkari's strange powers, but could not charge another attack at Goleus, so she layed back on the ground, not able to do anything but watch. Malkari tried to stand, but not to help Goleus, instead to destroy him. He realized now that choosing Xeonart's path meant more suffering, and he didn't want that...with the anti-existance gone, his father's mind came fully into view, and he never desired such a path. However, Malkari could not stand, and instead coughed up much more blood as he fell to the ground in pain.
In a desperation attempt after much fighting, and after he'd knocked Velh out and he was lying on the ground, Goleus wanted to destroy Velh with one final magical attack. Using his own Seal of Vengeance, he charged an enormous ball of dark energy, and threw it at Velh's motionless body. Noriin jumped in the way and took the blast, screaming out in pain as it dispersed from directly hitting Noriin, and her eyes shot off a strange light, then she went dim...Noriin's life had ended there, and she was dead, lying next to the unconscious Velh. The only person able to fight now, was Nixe, but Roberet had come soon after hearing Noriin's scream, and helped try to immobolize Goleus before he could escape. Nixe charged at Goleus in rage, ripping out his throat, and eventually ending his life as well. This battle caused much pain and suffering in the short time it happened, Noriin and Goleus losing their lives, Malkari losing much blood, Nixe injured beyond belief and only fighting with rage now, and Velh unconscious after taking such a heavy thrashing from Goleus' magic. Malkari was able to stand now, his wounds still not fully healed, but his bleeding had slightly stopped, and he was not coughing as badly as he was before. Roberet carried Velh to the tavern, and that was the last Malkari saw of them both that day. Nixe, being the only person left in the area besides Malkari, called him to talk to her. Malkari shrugged and followed her, and she told him that he had potential, much like Xeonart did...she said that she would be able to show him a way he could make his father proud of him, and he accepted her offer with a grin on his face. This is what he wanted...a reason to live that would at least make him happy, or in the very least, his father. She said that she would wait a few days before training him, since they were both still recovering from their wounds, so they went their separate ways.
Malkari met with Lolitra a few days later in the Plaza...he'd remembered after seeing her, that his father once made a promise to Lolitra's sister, that he would protect her from the person that was hunting her down...sadly, that promise was broken, and he wanted to applogize to Lolitra for that. Not getting much time after revealing himself in the Plaza, Malkari was confronted by Yanlora, who was angered at him. Malkari said that he no longer was going to hunt her down, but she started to yell, saying that he said once that "her head was his" as he put it, but he shrugged it off. After Xeonart's name was mentioned, Lolitra went into a panic, and Marqsaynt helped her out when she crashed to the ground. Malkari could not turn his attention to her, though, as Yanlora was drawing her swords and getting ready to end Malkari's life. He simply said to get on with it, he had no more reason to live having failed so many times at what he wanted...he completely forgot about Nixe telling him that she would help him. Yanlora was about to do it, but Lolitra stopped her...she was not sure why. Malkari began to tell of what happened to Noriin, and the reason why he had left the Kingdom, also saying that Goleus was killed, and Velh was probably going to be a nervous wreck after hearing about her death. Yanlora thought it couldn't be true, but it was...Lolitra, however, began to ask Malkari if Xeonart knew he left...Xeonart had not been around lately, so he simply said that Xeonart would only know he's gone, if he saw his change in appearance after losing the anti-existance's power. She said that she could make Malkari into an agent...and let him redeem for what he'd done by spying on Xeonart and giving them information. Malkari didn't agree, but he did write down a list of the names of people from the Kingdom he'd met since he joined, and gave away small amounts of information.
Anarkia walked up to the crowd, wondering what was going on, not noticing Malkari's change in appearance right away, as when she came, Malkari hid his face and began to cover his scars. After being questioned so much, he was able to get away from the crowd, and was able to talk to Anarkia...she was saddened after she saw Malkari. But, she was not saddened by his appearance, she was saddened that his Symbol of Vengeance was no longer on his clothing...she knew right away that he left Xeonart. Malkari realized that what Anarkia said earlier, was the truth...Anarkia loved Xeonart, not him...and tears slowly grew in his eyes as they talked. He told her of the battle, and what happened...all because of Xeonart. People were hurt and confused, and he'd nearly lost his life, all because Xeonart would sacrifice anyone and anything to get his way. He wanted to convince Anarkia that he would always be there for her, and love her, and try to keep her from suffering...if she kept after Xeonart, she would possibly face the same fate as Anumesa, being nothing but a lifeless doll for Xeonart to use at his disposal. She did not wish to believe it, and asked to be alone to make a decision...Malkari respected it, and moved away from her. Soon after, someone yelled out Malkari's name. He stopped, and realized that it was Velh. Velh was running after him angrily, with his knives drawn, and began to point them at Malkari. He asked about what happened to Noriin, and Malkari simply said that she was dead...and wished a curse upon those that did not tell Velh sooner. Velh had a friend there, also saying that it couldn't be true, and Velh was ready to kill Malkari thinking that he was simply playing a game with him.
Yanlora approached the forming crowd, and stopped Velh...it took a while, but he finally backed down and put away his knives, and sat on the nearby step with many friends trying to comfort him because of his loss. Anarkia walked back up to Malkari, who was simply standing and watching after relaying the message of Noriin's death, and she asked Malkari to come with her...without hesitation, she left with her, and they climbed a stairway and jumped onto the roof of a house. Malkari was not sure what was going on, but right away, Anarkia turned around and kissed Malkari, holding it out for a very long time and putting much meening into it. Malkari was still not sure why she was doing this, but he held onto her tight and closed his eyes, losing himself in the kiss. After a few minutes, she tore herself away from him...
"Malkari...I love Xeonart..."
"I'm sorry I put you through an emotional time...if this is what you want, then I'll respect your decision..." Malkari said to her, knowing that he should not have made her choose between him and Xeonart. Lately after telling her why he stopped serving Xeonart, she'd been very depressed, and was ignoring him when they met a few times before Velh's encounter with him. "Please, be happy, Anarkia..." He said as his final words, then jumped from the rooftop without letting her speak anymore, knowing that he could not protect Anarkia from the danger that would come from her loving Xeonart...He knew now, that the only thing he had left to live for, was Nixe's promise, which he still did not understand...yet, he also knew, that he may never be happy, that he must always suffer no matter what he does...he could not protect, he could not destroy, he could not have the one he loved, and he could never redeem himself completely for letting so many people down before...whatever would happen in the future, Malkari no longer wished to deal with, but he knows he must, and now embraces the suffering. After his last encounter with Anarkia, he started to wear a strange Demon Mask, which has a blood tear on the side of it, revealing that he will always continue to suffer, and will have a neverending pain...
Best Wishes, Malkari...Son of Mitaki, Former Minion of Xeonart, Child of Suffering...
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My goodnezz, it feelz zo weird to zee Anarkia'z name there. ::| That waz beautifully written, Zuno. Zhame you don't want to write anymore. It'z very... zhiny... zomg
Okay, now I'm just being freaky. Good job.
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Wow.....I've only been gone for about 5 days and i caused so much damage without being there....I really am the greatest :devil:
Oh and by the way, I love it, even if it is just all ingame events :P
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Hey not ALL of it was ingame, most of the posts were character background ;P
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I said I love it didn't I, that should be whats important. Everything except this part at least
Former Minion of Xeonart
I'm gonna have to kill you for that :P
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lol xD
Roleplay went the other direction, things change I guess. Xeonart wouldn't be very happy having an untrained normal powerless emotional mess as a minion would he? :P
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Dont worry Duraza ill make you a new minion who is pure evil and doesnt have any morals. :devil:
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Hah, can't wait for the weekend to come, I know there'll be some more eventful roleplays. Hope you can make it this time Duraza :P
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Velh grins deviously, awaiting in his hermitage=P
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Hah, can't wait for the weekend to come, I know there'll be some more eventful roleplays. Hope you can make it this time Duraza :P
Yes, he's been missing out on a lot. That's what you get for killing your keyboard, Duraza! (By the way, I'm serious, get a G15 or whatever. It's really shiny.)
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For those questioning some of the things I've mentioned throughout this story, I'm doing a complete rewrite and information extendation of my old stories of Mitaki...I used to only write tidbits of fight scenes, I'm going into much more detail and explaining things a lot more clearly, so I hope this rewrite entertains people who actually care what comes from these sore typing fingers. :P
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Mmkay. May the Force be with you.
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Ehh, this'll be harder than I thought. I don't feel like writing right away.
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The story is well written , a good writting style. The character Malkari has personality and depth. The twists and bends about beeing evil and want to be good is an intresting aspect. But there is a little thing that spoils the fun for me a bit.
The character Malkari seems to be over powered. He can dephase him self, can teleport, has a boiling skin, has shadow arms, can casts the non existing spell and so on. Heck, he can even fight several people at once and leaves burn marks where he stands. Ok, he gets wounded, but that only leads to blood choughing and being healed later. As a reader I got the impression this char is unlimited and will overcome every situation with another new spell or magic. This leads to two problems:
1st: Story will get less excited. If I as a reader don't have the feeling the character might fail his plans and the possibility for the character to die is zero then the intrest drops as the possible outcomes of the story gets limited. It is similar to Tom and Jerry. No one believes that Tom will ever catch Jerry and eat him.
2nd: Solving problems by inventing new magic will lead to a point where other players might pick this style up. That will lead to battles where the involved magics will increase over time. The result is that the entire point of the story is that booth parties invent new and more powerfull spells. The authenticity of magics is inverse to the power of the magics. FInally someone will invent the <ultimate mega uber super duper kill am all and let Talad sort em out> - spell. Less might be more here and sticking to the settings will help a lot.
I know no one want's his character to fail or even die during honest role playing. And playing an dark alligned character is more difficult. If your char fight against several other characters alone and you dont want your cahr to die get him out of danger and rp a flee.
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Hey, thanks for the review Zwenze, I appreciate it. :)
Those powers weren't really a magic. In Mitaki's sleep, he had a dark way spell cast on him (the only magic here besides the teleportation, which I'll get at in a second), that released his evil from him and had it malformed into his mirror image of him. Now, being that it was finally killed when Mitaki was able to escape the death realm and switch roles around with the entity, being its shadow instead of the other way around, he was able to kill it since it had a physical body. With Malkari, that anti-existance was born inside of him from the memories, and lived inside of him, but without a physical body, it had to take over Malkari's mind and use him. It couldn't use any of its powers until Malkari willfully accepted the entity, and let it fully take over his body, only asking for the entity to leave him in control. He was allowed, and with the entity not having to focus on maintaining a physical body, since Malkari was the one in control and was using his body as a host, it was able to launch itself out of his body when Malkari commanded, as these shadow arms. His skin boiled because this was when the two were slightly "separated" with the shadow arms being released, and also with him phasing into the ground. That was also the time when, when he was critically injured by Velh, Nixe and Noriin, the entity would force itself out of him in order to stay alive. However, it couldn't come out in a physical body due to not having the proper magic like how he was released and created from Mitaki, so it was sort of like a shadow in the ground until it was given enough time to shape itself. But Nixe killed it off before that happened, so now with Malkari no longer having those powers, small wounds have a deeper effect on him then before. He hasn't been in a roleplay fight since then, so I haven't gotten a chance to write anything, and I'm still not sure if I'll continue writing this story or not. He'll die much easier, though. ;P
Now, the teleportation, I think I heard somewhere that there actually is a red way spell to be able to teleport. However, this one's of a deeper intensity, so when it engulfs the body in a flame and casts it off to wherever the user chooses, it leaves that burn mark on the ground. I like to think of spells as more than just glyphs. If you train enough, you can borrow the crystal's power at will and shape it into whatever you wish, the glyphs are just sort of "starter" magics, that let you connect deeper with that way until you're able to create your own magics. Being a creature born of pure hatred, the entity had fluency in both the dark and red ways, ways of sickness and death, and ways of destruction.
He actually would have died from those injuries in the first battle, it was a surprise for me even when Anarkia helped him out, at first Malkari figured she was just watching and waiting for her chance to kill him, since she overheard Xeonart talking about his plans and looked worried about things. But, Malkari completely misread her, she was on his side and helped him out when he was near-death. I can't say I wasn't planning to get Malkari killed in these events, things just worked out in the other direction. He even was going to kill himself after the entity left his body, but he was stopped. He's sort of "kept alive against his will" and with latest events not mentioned in the story, his heart's softening up after meeting a few people (I think they know who they are).
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Good RP that was, yet you forgot to mention when Roberet Innocently walked alway hehe :P. None the less its good to see these RPs being noted down :thumbup: