Sword Slash

This story started out as an RPG that my friend Brittany and I were playing. We may scan pictures of the characters onto my profile.

Prologue

The small country of Isamu used to be very peaceful. There were many small villages and a large kingdom. The villagers would sit out by the rivers and lakes that kept the country plenished with water and fish and just relax and watch the blue sky change from cloudy to children would play with other children as the days went slowly by. And nothing was more enjoyable then the king of Isamu, King Nuzumi. He was great ruler and always kept peace, there was never a single war that broke out over the villages. He also loved children. King Nuzumi would often play with the children by the rivers and lakes. There was no doubt about it, the country was wonderful.

The same could not be said about the neighboring country, Miro. Miro was a very violent and dark country. The kingdom was ruled by the horrible King Hebi. His body was thin and tight like he was made out of wires and screws, instead of flesh and bone, yet he bore some muscles. There was nothing that King Hebi loved more than power. His thirst for it was never quite replenished. He heavily taxed towns for water, food, and cloth. Wars often broke out over villages and the king just sat back and watched, often smiling to himself. Ever since King Hebi had taken over, the country had never seen a blue sky.

Then, King Hebi began to lust for power. He sent his own personel army to take over the only other country, Isamu. The Red Army was what they were called, since where ever they went, they left lots of blood. Since King Nuzumi never really had much of an army (only the volunteers that offered to help him), Miro had taken over the country in less than a day. The taxing began then. If a village didn't pay its debt, the village would be destroyed, and all its inhabitants killed. And that was what was happening to Airiene.

"Kill all of them!" a teenage boy called out.

"Why? What have we done so wrong?" the village shopkeeper called out.

"This town has not payed their taxes and must be desroyed!" the boy answered.

"In the name of King Hebi and the Red Army! The town of Airiene will be destroyed!" he shouted. That day there were screams of death and the soft sound of blood splashing the ground. One boy escaped the slaughter. A twelve year old boy by the name Suoh. He ran away with his only possession: his father's old sword. Two years later he was heading back to look for clues about this Red Army in his former village.

SWORD SLASH: The Two Swordsmen

A boy was currently sitting on a rock next to the river. There was a fair wind that day, so his tidy, black hair blew black in forth. His bangs were falling into his eyes as he looked down into the river below him. All was peaceful since he had come to the wrecked town of Airiene two years ago. Yet the destruction of buildings spoke of bloodshed and violence. He knew not why he came to this town. Only that he woke up on top of a dead body and could not remember who he was. He moved all the dead bodies and spent days digging graves for the former villages of the small town.

He then beggan to think. He had no idea who he was, why he was there, or anything about his past. But then he went back to the spot he woke up in, he saw that there was a sword. It was lying in a scabbard and had a red handle. The boy knew not if it was his sword, yet, he might as well take it. For those two years he practiced swordsmanship. He had a natrual knack for it. Yet he knew that sometime he may have to kill with it.

The boy pondered this for a moment. He picked up a stick and wrote in the dirt, the only letters he knew: S-K-W-E-E. That was what he called himself. Skwee knew it was a silly name, but he knew that was kinda silly himself, even though seeing so much painful stuff when he arrived in the deserted town.

Suoh was about half way to the village formally known as Airiene. His blond bangs were sticking out of his helmet. He remembered what life used to be like there. Suoh thought about how his parents, Hashicu and Namu, always hugged him and told him stories about King Nuzumi. They owned a store in town. They first saw the Red Army marching into town and warned the other villagers to hide. But they were too afraid. So they took Suoh and ran him into the forest. Suoh watched as everyone was slaughtered. Then ran with his father's sword in his hand.

Suoh went to train in the mountains to the East of the destroyed village. He practiced with his sword every day. The sword was big and heavy. Since Suoh was quite small, it was amazing that he could carry it.

Ever since the massacre Suoh swore revenge. He was going to destroy them or he would be destroyed himself. Suoh made his way closer and closer to the town. Yet the closer he got, the more blinded he was with vengence. Suoh entered the town, unknowing that someone would be there.

Suoh walked to the river where Skwee was looking at his reflection. He climbed up a small willow tree. That was when Skwee saw the fourteen year old in the willow tree and turned around.

"Hello there, what buisness might you have in this deserted town," was his response.

"I should be asking you the same question," Suoh answered. Suoh then saw the top of a red sword sticking out of his belt.

"Hey! You've got the sword of one of the Red Army's!" Suoh yelled.

"This one has only found the sword," Skwee answered.

"Your lying!" Suoh yelled.

He jumped down from the tree and held out his sword.

"I told you the truth," Skwee answered.

"What a load of lies that is!" Suoh answered.

"All right then, if you won't listen to me, I'll just have to force you to. If I defeat you, you'll have to help me with a special mission, saying that your still alive," Skwee answered.

"And if I win, your life ends here!" Suoh shouted as he ran to Skwee, holding his sword up above him. Suoh aimed and shot down towards Skwee. Skwee dodged it and drew his own sword. Suoh began another assalt on him. Skwee blocked it, but then, Suoh got a good slice at Skwee's chest. Skwee's thin shirt (he had shed his armour because of the warm tempature that day) ripped open. The white shirt now had a thin line of blood on it. Suoh smiked at how unprepared his opponent was. Yet Skwee suddenly thrusted his sword at Suoh. It sliced at his left leg.

"Ah!" Suoh shouted in surprise. He then regained his concentration and took a quick jab at Skwee, who tried to dodge, yet got sliced on the arm. Suoh aimed again. But he was quite slower because of his wound. Skwee jumped back. Yet Suoh kept slashing, finding this man to be an irritation, an annoyance. Skwee then aimed, he hit Suoh on the ribs, witch was covered only by a thin armour, the only kind he could afford. Suoh felt warm blood began drip down him and fall to the dirt. Yet Suoh took one last jab. Skwee dodged, yet still got hit with the jab, leaving a small cut on Skwee's leg. Suoh wasn't doing to well, he was losing lots of blood from his leg and ribs. Suoh tryed to stand, yet when he finally did, he took a wild shot at Skwee. Skwee dodged. Then, he gave Suoh a kick to his open stomach. Suoh flew back and hit his head on the rock the Skwee was once sitting on. The last thought that ran through Suoh's head was: 'I lost, it's over.' Then he faded to black.

So, that is it for my first chapter of Sword Slash. If this does ever become a book, my friend will be doing the illustrations, she also helps with some of the ideas. Like the name Skwee. To give you an idea of what the characters might look like, I'll give you some characters they look like.

Suoh: Link from The Legend of Zelda (Disclaimer: don't own the game)

Skwee: Marth from Fire Emblem (Disclaimer: don't own that one either).

All right, we can end this chapter of Sword Slash now.

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