Ryu-Shin
The lost Soul

Chapter 1

My new beginning

I woke up from an irritated sleep. Lying in the mud the waning night hid the unsightly scars on my face. I awoke to the sounds of rain slamming against my withered body. Above me, hidden by the blinding light from a full moon, stood a dilapidated figure. I felt his anxieties jump off his flesh has he gazed into my bloodshot eyes. He came forward as to nurse me; I don't remember the rest for all feel dark and silent.
Daylight peered from the wooden shutters; I felt the sun's warmth against my face. It stung as it hit my newborn scar that dripped across my pale cheek. I felt an immense pressure from with in my head. I was confused, I felt as though I knew everything but nothing, all at once. I felt cold.

The same strange man from the night before, seemed to have phased from the sliding door to my quarters, it was as though he was always there yet not there at all. "Where am I?" I groaned as I tried to sit up from lying on a thin mattress that sheathed a portion of the floor. He smiled his face was like the ocean full of many waves, and as his waves reached to the ends of his earths they drooped down like rain drops ready to plummet to their inevitable doom from a branch far above in the heavens. "My boy." he said in a wise feeble tone, "My boy, you were injured badly, yes you were. Don't worry, Shintosu, myself nursed you. You'll be better in no time, that you will." I couldn't help but to smile. His wise voice and comical look made me feel at ease I knew I was in good hands. His words still didn't ease the quake in my heart. I felt like I was missing a part of me so vital that I couldn't go on without it. I wasn't until later that evening, when I was being stubborn and went for a walk, that I realized what was wrong. It was about ten o'clock or so said the sundial, those things were never accurate enough, maybe because they were made in Greece, I got dress in a fresh outfit Shintosu prepared for me and walk the endless field of his yard. I observed the cherry blossoms and the pink rose bushes that went untamed. Shintosu noticed my disobedience and waddled over to me achingly and preached, "Aren't you supposed to rest?" I replied, " The old rest the young tire." We walked together in silence until Shintosu got curious and asked, "Where are you from?" "I.I.. I don't know. I don't know" I said perplexed He then asked with out pondering onto my answer Do you have a name or am I to call you no name?" "I don't know my name, I don't remember anything. Oh please God help me."" I began to panic, my heart flapped like the wings of the humming bird that was nearby feeding. I knew nothing of my past, it was hidden behind the great wall of china embedded into my mind, yet I noticed a crack within the wall as Shintosu replied, "names aren't important, not at all. We'll remember together, until then I'll call you Ryu-Shin, that name is very special." I looked at him as like a child looks at his grandfather after buying him a samurai sword, full of gratefulness, but I felt the urge to ask, "Why the name Ryu-Shin?" He smiled and said, " That story another time. Believe me, you must, it is very special." Thus, this was my new beginning, my first turning point in finding my old life and creating a new one.