1 Casualties of War (Open) Wed Feb 19, 2014 3:21 am
Dameon
D-rank
Perhaps he should have listened to his friends he thought to himself as blood dried around his lips. He looked up into the sky the sound of steel clashing still loud as failed to move. He laid there bloodied and broken. Rinao had told him not to go so soon after his last near death experience only moments before his latest mission. He had to look into Toraika’s eyes and tell her he would be okay and be back soon. The enemy had made a liar out of him. Dameon had been the weaker swordsman of the bunch but he had thought he could by the others time to prepare by talking to the enemy leader. Dameon had apparently hit the wrong note in his psychological evaluation of the man and the fight had begun before they were even prepared. To be fair Dameon had lasted longer in the fight than he had initially thought and had only been incapacitated by inexperience. He was sure he had more than a few broken bones and moving anything felt like a waste of time. His vision was blurry from his head having hit the tree so hard, an apparent concussion. Dameon closed his eyes feeling them grow ever so heavy.
Hours had passed with Dameon sitting there against the tree unconscious and oddly hidden by the fallout of the fight. Between toppled over trees and craters in the ground and ice still clinging to the leaves it was surprising he had been located at all. The others had already gone back or had been medically helped as well until a lone man had found him out of the corner of his eye. Not long after that he had been placed on a stretcher and carried back to the village hospital. The nurses and doctors rushed Dameon immediately into intensive care his injuries being far worse than the others and the fact he had been unattended for so long made it even worse. The injuries he had sustained had made things even more complicated between the blood loss and risk of infection. Yet while even undergoing surgery his mind was in another realm dreaming completely fixated on something else. As the surgeons cut into his skin and put him deep under an unable to wake up he knew nothing of what was actually going on.
Opening his eyes he could see the place where he had been left on the battlefield broken. Except his strength had come back to him. As he stood up slowly using the trees to brace himself a man in a cloak had come from the forest shrouded in an aura of white. He recognized the man though it had been many years since he had seen him.
“Zeta?” Dameon asked the hooded man to which the man had nodded as he lowered his hood revealing a much older man in appearance in his late seventies at least. Yet it was the same way he had looked so long ago. White beard and white long hair and he moved as if he was still a shinobi in top shape. Dameon looked at the man in shock and back to himself he had known how bad he had been injured and yet he seemed fine now.
“Am I dead?” Dameon asked unknowingly.
“No, not yet. That’s the very thing I am here to prevent. Dameon do you remember what you told me all those years ago? Why you wanted to become a shinobi?” Zeta asked in a very slow thought out way. The way Zeta spoke revealed just how wise he was, every word carefully chosen for hundreds of reasons.
“I do. To prove that power can be used for good and to prove my clan wrong for thinking I could be corrupted by power. Why?” Dameon asked as he stood completely upright and looked into the man’s eyes.
“You have spent your whole life protecting others before yourself bravely risking your life for those weaker or powerless and have been in and out of the hospital more times than either one of us can remember. In doing so you met someone very precious to you. Someone you could spend the rest of your life with and share everything with. You’ve made good friends along the way. Yet you would give it all away to protect them. My friend you have achieved your goal and proven to me as the creator of the Shikyo clan that you should be the successor of my power.” Zeta spoke carefully as he crossed his hands in front of him.
“Your power? Creator of the Shikyo clan?”
“You remember those stories I told you a while ago about the strongest Shikyo being revealed the elemental sword and being a symbol of their clan. That would be passed on to you by me. Truth is Dameon. I am but a ghost in the minds of all Shikyo, I have watched over you carefully. In the end I was never their physically to help you, you in fact helped yourself. Now go and find the power of the Shikyo and life I have carefully protected for you, and stay away from the darkness or you will no longer be alive.” Zeta said as he raised his hood again and turned around before vanishing completely.
Dameon looked around and finally decided to walk in the direction Zeta had appeared from. Hoping it was the correct direction in which he had to travel. Behind him he could see the darkness creeping toward him like a wall of black completely absorbing everything it touched. He needed to find everything quickly if he wanted to return to Toraika and his friends again. With determination he set off in a sprint as he worked his way in and out of the slowly dying trees.
Meanwhile as Dameon searched in his mind for the power to live two days had already passed since his surgery and he had been in a coma since. The doctors went to notify any of his former teachers or higher ranked officials of his condition. They remain skeptical of him ever recovering.
Hours had passed with Dameon sitting there against the tree unconscious and oddly hidden by the fallout of the fight. Between toppled over trees and craters in the ground and ice still clinging to the leaves it was surprising he had been located at all. The others had already gone back or had been medically helped as well until a lone man had found him out of the corner of his eye. Not long after that he had been placed on a stretcher and carried back to the village hospital. The nurses and doctors rushed Dameon immediately into intensive care his injuries being far worse than the others and the fact he had been unattended for so long made it even worse. The injuries he had sustained had made things even more complicated between the blood loss and risk of infection. Yet while even undergoing surgery his mind was in another realm dreaming completely fixated on something else. As the surgeons cut into his skin and put him deep under an unable to wake up he knew nothing of what was actually going on.
Opening his eyes he could see the place where he had been left on the battlefield broken. Except his strength had come back to him. As he stood up slowly using the trees to brace himself a man in a cloak had come from the forest shrouded in an aura of white. He recognized the man though it had been many years since he had seen him.
“Zeta?” Dameon asked the hooded man to which the man had nodded as he lowered his hood revealing a much older man in appearance in his late seventies at least. Yet it was the same way he had looked so long ago. White beard and white long hair and he moved as if he was still a shinobi in top shape. Dameon looked at the man in shock and back to himself he had known how bad he had been injured and yet he seemed fine now.
“Am I dead?” Dameon asked unknowingly.
“No, not yet. That’s the very thing I am here to prevent. Dameon do you remember what you told me all those years ago? Why you wanted to become a shinobi?” Zeta asked in a very slow thought out way. The way Zeta spoke revealed just how wise he was, every word carefully chosen for hundreds of reasons.
“I do. To prove that power can be used for good and to prove my clan wrong for thinking I could be corrupted by power. Why?” Dameon asked as he stood completely upright and looked into the man’s eyes.
“You have spent your whole life protecting others before yourself bravely risking your life for those weaker or powerless and have been in and out of the hospital more times than either one of us can remember. In doing so you met someone very precious to you. Someone you could spend the rest of your life with and share everything with. You’ve made good friends along the way. Yet you would give it all away to protect them. My friend you have achieved your goal and proven to me as the creator of the Shikyo clan that you should be the successor of my power.” Zeta spoke carefully as he crossed his hands in front of him.
“Your power? Creator of the Shikyo clan?”
“You remember those stories I told you a while ago about the strongest Shikyo being revealed the elemental sword and being a symbol of their clan. That would be passed on to you by me. Truth is Dameon. I am but a ghost in the minds of all Shikyo, I have watched over you carefully. In the end I was never their physically to help you, you in fact helped yourself. Now go and find the power of the Shikyo and life I have carefully protected for you, and stay away from the darkness or you will no longer be alive.” Zeta said as he raised his hood again and turned around before vanishing completely.
Dameon looked around and finally decided to walk in the direction Zeta had appeared from. Hoping it was the correct direction in which he had to travel. Behind him he could see the darkness creeping toward him like a wall of black completely absorbing everything it touched. He needed to find everything quickly if he wanted to return to Toraika and his friends again. With determination he set off in a sprint as he worked his way in and out of the slowly dying trees.
Meanwhile as Dameon searched in his mind for the power to live two days had already passed since his surgery and he had been in a coma since. The doctors went to notify any of his former teachers or higher ranked officials of his condition. They remain skeptical of him ever recovering.
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