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Link · #5 [ ] 01-24-2008, 02:24 PM

Chapter 5

The sky slowly turns to a purplish blue as the clouds part and let the sun rise into the morning sky. The grass is nicely painted a silverish white from the snow before hand. As the sun slowly rises, a grasshopper leaps up from his hiding place in a tree and looks out at the white sea before him. He hops out of his hole in the tree leaving his family behind for the moment. He hops along the thin coat of white grass over to a sign that says “You are now leaving Kasei-kono” Or in english, “You are now leaving The Land Of The Ice Dogs” . The grasshopper watches as two figures run by, barely knocking the poor grasshopper over. The grass hopper hesitates, then follows the figures. He jumps, and jumps after them. They are running too fast for his legs to keep up. He is almost near them, barely touching the taller figure's feet when suddenly - ....

He hears voices. Soft voices. Soft enough for the figures to not hear them, but loud enough for a silently walking being to hear. The curious grasshopper starts to hop over towards the voices. As he hops his way through the snow, he notices the tree branches are covered with a thin coat of frost that was so fragile, they were like glass. He quickly saw the sources of the voices and ran over to them, but at the same time, trying not to let them know he was there. He jumped under the bottom of a fence and saw three figures standing next to each other. He quietly jumped on top of a fence post and listened as one of the tallest figure, or the first figure, started to talking.

“What are we going to do?” said the man. He sounded worried, like this was the last thing he was going to say. The man's expression on his face was a pale, scared expression that showed fear, and dread at the same time. His hair was blue, like ice, and it was smoothed down over his face. He was wearing a black robe with the hood pulled down, his robe had a symbol on it that showed a volcano shooting ice. It was the symbol of the Ice dog's lair.

“Nothing at the moment...” said the second man. The second man had a clean bald cut, but still had a long beard. If you first looked at him, you would think all the hair got cold and ran down to his chin for warmth. He too, was wearing a robe with a volcano on it, but his was shooting fire. His face was very bright in color, unlike the first man's. He had an expression on that represented anger, and solitude. “He still doesn't know who the last killer was... We best not attack him and let him find out...” He then tucked his hands in his pockets.

“I agree with Vulcano...” Said the third man. He looked energetic, but at the same time, unemotional. His hair was spiky, and white. He was wearing a white robe as well, with a volcano on it too. But his, was shooting lightning. His face was a color that represented a mix of gold, and white. “We must not let him know the killer is with us, well, not until we are ready... Right Vulcano?”

“Yes Lampo.” said Vulcano, who glanced onto the ground. It was slowly melting around his feet. “We need to keep our heads down for now. Stay in our own tribes. Do our own things. Don't you agree Leone?”

Leone stood there, looking at the snow. He started to lean down and pick up a snow. His hands took the snow and rolled it into a ball. He then mumbled something in an ancient language and the snowball turned into a clear ball of ice. “But are you sure? I-I mean, are you sure he doesn't know? What if he gets us right now? W-What do we do then?” His voice was very shaky now. He sounded very fearful.

“Quiet down now Leone, don't cry now.” An unknown figure said.

Leone looked around. He looked as scared as ever. Vulcano and Lampo started to look around too. “Master?!” said Leone fearfully.

A giant black cloud appeared in the middle of them, it slowly started to swirl like a tornado. As the wind picked up, a man started to slowly step out. He was wearing a hood, so no one could see who the person was. His feet did not touch the ground, but instead, glided on top of it. He slowly glided across the snow over to the three fearful men who stand there. As he glided across the snow, the wind underneath his feet spread the snow apart, showing his path. Leone, fearfully, bowed to the man's feet, quivering in doing so. The unknown man was wearing a gray robe, that looked ripped in places. It had a symbol on it that did not show a volcano, it showed a tornado instead.

“M-Master...” said Leone fearful once more. The unknown man waved his hand and Leone quickly was shot up in the air and landed on his feet. “No need to bow, Leone...” said the unknown man. Vulcano walked forward “So, what is the plan now Ciclone?” he said. Ciclone looked at him and glided over. Vulcano looked into Ciclone's eyes and saw that they were silver. He never saw his master's face before.

“I am not sure.” said Ciclone. “We may have to wait a little while... Things are getting out of hand in certain places. I need to attend to those first...” He glided away and stopped. The sun was above the horizon now and was starting to brighten up the ground. Ciclone looked at the others, who tried not to make eye contact, or just weren't interesting in the gaze. “We must get going, before someone notices us.” He looked at Lampo, Vulcano, and Leone quietly.

“We will discuss the killing of Jendei the Night Hunter in a few days time.” Ciclone said quietly.

Then, he raised his hand, and so did the others. He then shouted a word of ancient language and black smoke erupted from everywhere.

The grasshopper flew back upon seeing the black smoke and hopped over to where the men were standing. He sniffed the ground and hopped as fast as he could back to his home and went in, and hid for the rest of the day.