Forgotten (Zanza, Zorolo)

Nikudemon was training in his training room like normal when Kenjin doesn’t want him. The swordsman was fight a Tirrift. The Tirrift that the swordsman came to find as a challenge. The Tirrift has a tiger's body and head with a snake's tail. The big red Tirrift stood in front of the swordsman staring him down. The warrior breathing heavy with sweat dropping off his body. The Tirrift looked like it hadn't been fighting at all. Then the swordsman ran forward but the Tirrift move to the side and open a rift in time with his tail. The black rift that appeared sent the swordsman back to where he was when they started the fight. The swordsman was about to start the fight again when a howl came outside his door. He turned and looked at the door only to make the room return to normal.

What’s that? I never heard a wolf outside my door before. Maybe it’s someone trying to find his way around. Anyway back to training. The young wonder ready his sword to fight when he seen a blue wolf standing in front of him with a letter in his mouth. “Training room, set all language. Speak wolf and quick. As you can see I’m busy.”

The wolf dropped the folded paper and laid down. “I’m sorry young Nikudemon but I have a message to give you. Normally I would have waited for the young master to come out but.” The wolf stopped put his head down and his paws over his eyes. The swordsman sheathed his sword and walked over and uncovered the wolf’s eyes. The swordsman seen eye’s that feared him and wanted to stay away from him.

The wonder moved he hand slowly to the wolf’s back and rub it back it forth. “I’m sorry. I just not into my training too much, that’s all. Now, what‘s the message?”

“I don’t know what the letter says. All I was told, was to give it to Nikudemon and that you was in your room training, so make sure you read it.”

“Ok, so do you know who wrote the letter?”

“Yes, but I was told not to tell you because you might not read it then.”

“Well this person knows a lot about me. Now don’t they.” The man grabbed the letter of the floor and moved it between the wolf and him. “Now, I wonder what Kenjin wants to day.”

“It’s not from Kenjin young sir.”

“So, if it not from Kenjin… Who wants me then?”

“It’s from Jacentar! Ops. I wasn’t suppose to tell you that.”

“Jacentar? Who’s Jacentar? Is he other person Kenjin sent to try and kill me?”

“No. Jacentar is a teacher at the Dome.”

“Oh. I got to read then. Lets see what it says.” The swordsman read the letter that read:

Nikudemon, come and meet me in the library.

From,
Jacentar.

Hmm, why would another teacher want me? I think, I'll go and find out what’s up.“Bye wolf!” The swordsman ran out his door and jumped over the rail. He fell all the way down to the first floor landing in the pool that was below him. He headed down the dark hall trying to find the door to the library. He search through the halls until he find the right door.

The doors where two big golden doors. Above the door in sliver it say, The library of wisdom. He walked into the big library and looked around the place. The swordsman fond himself wondering around the place and forgot why he came there in the first place. He moved from book to book look to see why the place was so big.

OoC: I hope it's ok. It took me three hours to make and clean this post up. Oh and the title sounds fixing don't you think.

OoC: Don't much understand why you want me to join, but this seems to be fun. Its an honor Zanza-sensei, and Niku, as always.

BiC: The fencer of Tasogare had just left the town where he had partaken in the first round of the tournament and had watched as the others left. He walked across the empty plains from the town, after receiving his gift from Chronos. The sword the fencer had used for ages shown with new light about it, and the youthful fencer returned it to its scabber without a complaint as he looked around. He yawned and stretched his arms out as he walked around the empty landscape, void of all discernible life-forms.

He watched the emptiness grow around him as all he could see was grass and other landscapes, but the youth wanted more, adventure perhaps. As nothing appeared, the youth felt a sense of both emptiness and boredom, and stopped to sit for a short period of time. As he sat down, the midday sun shone down upon him, making him both sleepy and giving him a tingle about the events of the day past. The battle with Wen and Kariette was still fresh in his mind, along with a few healing wounds, as he slowly laid down and feel to sleep.

The rolling wind cooled the rather warm temperature down, the occasional blade of grass tickling the open skin on the fencer's hands and face. His mind wandered through the empty corridors of his subconscious as he slept, searching though his empty well of feeling he had formed over the past while. Wonder how everyone is doing? As always I bet they are good. Hard to say, I've been away for a few months, so things may have changed since I left. Bet no one misses me, but I wonder how Master Jacentar is doing? Perhaps when next I return to the Dome, I shall go and check upon him. Perhaps he shall have another task for me to complete. I'd greatly enjoy to meet with him again. As he thought this, the fencer slipped into sleep and remained where he was for a while. The rest was well deserved, especially after the beating he endured.
***
A sudden rustle of grass awakened the youthful warrior and caused him to look upon the ground that was in front of where he laid. Looking upon what had awakened him, he found a very strange sight, something that always meant bad news for him. "That monkey," he whispered as he watched the small brown monkey spawn a letter from its insides. It placed the letter on the ground and looked up to notice the swordsman watching it. "YOU'RE MINE!" The youth roared as he jumped at the monkey and landed face down in the dirt as the monkey jumped up. The small monkey landed upon his head and ran down his body and pulled its magical disappearing trick.

"I'll get you," the fencer mumbled, but was muffled by the ground that he had hit whence he had struck. Lifting his head slightly up to see what the small creature had left him, to no big surprise, he found a letter waiting for him. Moving his hand upon the letter, he grasped it and pulled it towards him as he moved into a cross legged sitting position. He opened the letter and began to examine it slowly, but it was just as his last letter had been, another order from his Master to return to the dome, but this was different.

Zorlo,

The time has come you return again, meet me in the library.

Jacentar

After reading this, the youth threw the letter into the air and grasped his hair tightly in his hands. "How does he expect me to do that trick again. Why me, why always me," the youth complained, nigh ripping out his hair. He took a deep breath and relaxed, looking upon the ground and thinking about it. "I must return to the Dome and help my Master. It would be good to see him again, and I do so ever wish to ask him a few questions," the fencer told himself as he looked up and a bright green light emitted and formed a door. Holding his hand out, a handle appeared and he was absorbed into the bright light.
***
After a few moments, the youth found himself in his room, yet again it was bustling with the life a forest should, a happy change from where he had last been. "Okay, now then, to the library," Zorlo said aloud as he opened his door and left the room. Walking down the confusing halls again, the fencer had a form of happiness that he had not felt in a long time, the feeling he only had in few places, the feeling of being home. It didn't take long, and the fencer walked around the empty halls, only to open the familiar door that led to the library.

The door swung open with but a quick jerk from the green haired man, who quickly entered and began looking around this place again. He moved towards one of the tables and sat down, becoming quiet, waiting for his master to arrive.

OoC: I hope this is okay, thanks again for including me, it was most... Unexpected to say the least.

OoC: So yeah, this is a *little* longer than you all's, but you know, I'm setting up the story. I promise, I won't be so wordy next time. >_o

BiC: Jacentar stalked the halls, full of purpose, embodiment of grace and muscle. Several students gawked at the tall warrior as he marched on resolutely towards his destination. Few had ever seen a Zora. In all of nature there was no less exotic being. The purplish lamplight flashed off his lithe form, accenting the natural waves in his skin. In that light, he seemed to be passing through water, as if in a one-man, mobile aquarium. An Eye of Truth flashed out from his left bicep as it caught the dim lights, deep-hued with navy contours.

He exited his current hushed hall, squinting as he stepped into the radiant morning in the Dome Center. Students and teachers alike massed in the Commons, heading for lessons, heading for breakfast, or heading completely nowhere. A few muttered as they flashed by him, obviously intent on their destination. A few meandered in circles, confused and awestruck by the awesomeness of the Dome. Still others gaped as the impressive fish strode by them. He did not care about their stares; after all his time in the Dome, his own novelty had ceased to impress him. Their ignorance did little to astonish him.

Passing into yet another darkened hallway, he finally came to a wooden door. Deep oak beams lay vertically from the arched doorframe, solid and impenetrable. Crossbeams of wrought iron ran along the height and base of the door, connecting to triangular hinges on the left. There was no handle to be seen. How to gain the room on the other side?

Thankfully, Jace was no luckless student sent on a mission. He raised his hand to the right side of the door, palm upward. Slowly, he brought the hand down level to where a handle should have been. He crooked first his index finger, then his ring and pinky fingers, curling his thumb inwards, all in synchronous dexterity. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped all digits back into place while snapping his hand to the left. The door clicked and fell open.

Inside, a dusty row of books greeted his stoic face. Cobwebs adorned a few shelves, and the once-rich red carpet lay in musty death. The door softly closed behind him. As he turned back to look at it, another decrepit bookshelf met his eyes. He pulled a book out of the shelf, seeing only the moldy back of the shelf. The door had moved on.

He wandered the old rows of books, treading silently upon the old rich carpet. What are those Domerii up to these days? he thought as he viewed his stale surroundings. He made a mental note to call domestics after this was all over.

Gradually, the archaic décor gave way to fresher shelves, broken only by an occasional relief tapestry along some wall, or a small cluster of comfy reading chairs and tables. He emerged from his row of books onto a balcony. Bookshelves stretched away to his left as far as he could see. A squat rail kept the unwary from committing suicide in front of him. And beyond that, a cavernous room filled wall to wall with more bookshelves floor-to-ceiling. Narrow ladders were dispersed among the shelves, allowing for access to the higher ones. A floor-length window dominated the curving wall to his right beyond the railing, letting in the false sunlight through gilt lattice. The luminosity was enough to brighten the ground floor as well as most of the balcony. Above, a dome covered the mass expanse of the library, depicting the usual scenes of cherubim and clouds.

The Zora paced to the railing and looked down to the floor below. More bookshelves sat in orderly rows, the books calmly waiting to be opened, ready to spill their secrets. A figure sprawled in a chair, idly leafing through a large tome upon his lap. Another had just entered through the massive cherry-wood doors inlaid with gold, peeking in warily. The newcomer moved a few paces into the room, somewhat startling the reader. The two exchanged soft greetings. Jace nodded in satisfaction. All were assembled.

He walked down the broad staircase, past the ornate lamps standing on the bases of the handrail, past all the shelves full of literature, making his way towards the figures. He stepped out into the sitting area in front of the doors, startling both men.

“Master!” exclaimed the reader. He slapped his book shut and stood hastily.

“Hello, Zorlo,” the Zora replied in neutral tones. It was not his nature to be overly expressive.

The second, sporting a bandana, came forward. “I’m Nikudemon. Niku, for short.”

“Well met, Niku. I am Jacentar Shintu.”

An awkward silence fell over the trio. Finally, Zorlo asked, “What are we doing here, Master? What was the purpose of the note?”

“Yeah, I was in the middle of training for my master Kenjin.”

“I will explain everything,” Jace replied. “And Kenjin will understand,” he added, turning to the black-haired boy.

He led them down a short passage through the books, to another, smaller, sitting area. A pedestal dominated the center of it. Upon it rested a heavy open tome, covered by a glass case. “This, gentlemen, is what we are going to do.” He waved a fin and the case disappeared. He gestured to the book and the two men leaned in on either side of the tall fish.

“This is the ancient Tome of the Sea. It contains most of the history of the legendary people of Salaseia, the City of Water and Sky. It used to reside high on the island of Calaision in the middle of the Sea of the West. The government was just, the people were kind-hearted, the land was fertile, and peace abounded. All prospered in that fair land.

“However, one fateful day, a natural storm raged on the ocean. To the Salaseians, it was a storm just like any other. Little did they know how much that insignificant storm would change their lives.” Jace flipped a page. “A man, victim of the storm, washed up on the hallowed shores of Calaision, half-dead and almost gone. Some fishermen found him, and nursed him back to health. A foreigner, he was unlike any man they had ever seen before. He glowed in an incandescent light, a faint nimbus which gave him an almost god-like appearance. As he recovered, the sailor, unfortunately, could not recall anything of what had happened before the storm. Neither could he give a reason as to his glow. So they called him Bronei, which means, “bright slate”. When he was strong enough, they brought him before the king’s court in Salaseia.

“The king’s wise men could not make sense of the divine glow, and could only attribute it to magic. Somehow, this man had been tampered with. This frightened Bronei, for how did he know what he was capable of? The king comforted him, and welcomed the refugee into his court, and treated him as an honoured guest.

“A few years passed. The glow never left the poor shipwrecked man. However, forces were at work. Sometimes the radiance flickered, or faded slightly whenever he passed before the king. This worried the wise men of the court. A deep foreboding had set itself in their hearts. They voiced their concerns, but there was nothing they could do. Bronei himself wondered at this. So far, his light had done nothing to harm the fair people of Salaseia, a people he had come to call his own.

“In mid-summer, four years after his appearance, darkness crept into Bronei’s sleep. He had reoccurring nightmares of deep tidal waves, and threatening thunderclouds all enclosed in his own hands. This went on for a week, never ceasing, never giving him peace. The king decided to keep these dreams a secret, for fear of spreading a panic. Who knew what Bronei was capable of?

“One fine day, as Bronei sat before the king in the midst of all the courtiers as was his custom, he began to feel mildly sick. He took leave of his liege and headed for the door. Suddenly, he stopped. He could not move forward. People gasped and moved away from him. Looking down, the light had brightened noticeably, and began flashing in swift tempo. Faster and faster it sparked, uncontrollable. The people cried out, and the king came off his throne to help his friend. But Bronei shook his head, pushing the sovereign away. The light began to pulse towards his clenched fists at his sides. The mad race of light crescendoed, waxing into a blinding incandescence.

“Suddenly, a rushing roar filled Bronei’s ears, and darkness covered his sight. He felt a sudden tingling in his toes, working slowly upwards. Slow, steady, relentless, it traveled up his limbs. It was not a pleasant feeling. It twisted through his veins, penetrating the deepest cores of his being. It stabbed and probed, invading him, becoming him. As the feeling persisted upwards, with a sudden flash, his memory was restored.”

Jace pointed to the page in front of him. Dark was its appearance, a smoke-like design bordering the old parchment. Inlaid in dark, scratchy letters were words in a curious archaic tongue. “A hard wooden table,” Jace translated. “Dark, hooded figures with skeletal hands. Faceless cowls of pervading evil. A twisting purplish mist. Excruciating pain. Blindness. Lost. Built…built for one purpose. Destruction. Calamity. Annihilation…

“With an anguished cry, Bronei looked at the king, a single tear falling from his clear eye. The light exploded from his hands, incinerating all within a ten-foot radius. The king stumbled back, savagely scorched by the blast. Guards rushed in to subdue the white being, but Bronei threw them all back, and anyone who touched him immediately vaporized. With tortured cries, he lashed out at all those assembled. Finally, only the king remained. The hall smoked, covered in charred ash and soot, man-shaped outlines of those who had perished against the walls set in grotesque positions. ‘Bronei!’ the king yelled. ‘Control!’

“With an effort, Bronei tried to recall some of his strength as he advanced upon his liege. Sobbing, he brought his fists to bear, and shook his head. The king was thrown back and passed into oblivion.

“So he raged throughout the city and the surrounding countryside. Nothing could stop his awesome lightening. Each bolt wracked his body with pain and suffering. Each blast wiped humanity from the face of that paradise. Finally, when he alone remained, he made his way slowly back to the darkened hall of the Salaseian palace. Sitting upon the steps to the throne, he wept in agony for the atrocities he had committed. No man, women, child, animal, or plant remained on the island. It had become a desolate, smoking wasteland. All the poor white man could do was sit and weep for those things over which he had no control.

“Suddenly, a shadow formed before him. A deeply-hooded figure took shape before him, skeletal hands folded before it. It watched the helpless man. Slowly, it shook in mirth, a chuckle growing to an evil cackle.

“’WHY?!’ screamed Bronei. ‘Why have you done this thing?!’

“’You can never know why,’ it spat back.

“A force drew Bronei to this feet, and step by pain-filled step, the necromancer led him to the top of the tallest tower. Outside, the wind had picked up into a fierce howl, whipping Bronei’s black hair around his face, and tossing the dark one’s robes. The light in Bronei’s fists pulsed, aching to destroy again.

“‘Now see the power of the damned,’ hissed the dark soul.

“Bronei’s hands slowly lifted, and his arms stretched out to his sides, shoulder-height. His hand forced its way heavenward. The wind picked up speed, and dark clouds rolled in, swirling in the sky above the hapless living weapon. Slowly, his arms began to rise. Around him, from this tall vantage point, he could see that the surrounding oceans had also begun to rise. Higher and higher the walls of water rose, following his rising fists. The cascades towered over the castle, threatening to break loose. But the power of Bronei was not be subject to the lifeless waves. Finally, his arms reached as high would they would go over his head.

“’Now die, fool, in the knowledge that you have destroyed an entire nation!’ shouted the dark one, and he disappeared in a cloud of vile smoke.

“The waves began to crest inwards, building up speed as they crashed onto the island with violent force. And alone atop the roof of the castle, stood the tragic “White One”, weeping as death claimed him.”

Jace solemnly closed the book. Zorlo and Niku stepped back, awestruck by what they had heard.

“Now why do I tell you this story, gentlemen?” he said. The two couldn’t give him an answer.

“Because the Dome has commissioned us to restore the fair island of Calaision and bring back the peoples of poor Salasiea.”

“But that’s impossible!” bursted Niku.

“Yeah, how are we supposed to bring back a people long since dead?” Zorlo questioned.

“Nothing is impossible. We are charged with finding the fabled Magic Sea Scrolls. If we can find these, we could reverse the destructive power of Bronei. Now come, this way.” Jace turned and headed off through the labrythn of shelves.

“Master? Where will we find these Scrolls?” Zorlo said, trotting along after the Zora, Niku in his wake.

“Here,” the tall being said. They had stopped in front of nondescript door in the back wings of the library. A small ship was carved into its surface, small elegant wave designs along its base. The two students looked skeptically at their leader. “Trust me.”

Jacentar opened the door, and led the way onto the deck of an impressive ship. “Welcome to the Sea of Winds, gentlemen.” The door closed behind them and disappeared.

OoC: Voila! Let’s go hunting for those scrolls!!! ^_____^

Nikudemon when to the side out the ship and looked out. All he could see for miles was water around him. He turned around and looked up at the sails on the ship. The sails were plain white with no kind of Symbol on it at all.

"So the ship is named but we have no symbol on are sails?" Niku said in disappointment.

"Niku we don't need a symbol that everyone knows." Zorlo said walking to the Swordsman.

"Why?"

"I think were going some where that no one knows about. Weren’t you paying any attention Niku?"

"Nope I kind of start thing of great your teacher is to my. Power that's in the Dome still shocks me at times." Soon after that the swordsman start wondering around the ship. He soon can you storage place where most of the food was. He took some of the hams back up to the deck. "So who wants to eat?"

A big tentacle slowly moved up the ship and grabbed the food out of the swordsman hands. It quickly took the food down into the water. "What? That fish just took my, I mean are food. Zorlo, go get it back for me! I mean us!"

The swordsman looked at him in shock as the tentacle returned to steal another ham, but Niku jumped back and kicked the creatures arm. "What'd you say!" The samurai responded.

"You heard me, I don't eat any kind of meat. Neither fish, nor chicken, nor red meat." The fencer looked at the creature's arm as it came after the food again. "But that arm is really annoying," the fencer said as he grasped the handle of his sword, and in a quick burst of speed and accuracy, sliced the arm of the strange creature off, leaving it to wiggle on the deck as the sound of moaning came and left as the monster's shadow could be seen fleeing. "Not much of a foe, eh?!" Zorlo asked jokingly as he watched Nikudemon. It had been a good while since the two warriors had met, but the fencer felt as if it had not been all that long. Turning to Niku and looking at the man with the red bandanna, the green bandanna warrior said, "An arm for a ham, mostly since I know you'll eat almost anything that moves," the fencer said with a slight smirk as he kept himself from laughing at a concept he knew to be most true. "I'm gonna take a walk," the fencer told the samurai as he moved around the ship's deck, looking upon the sea around the vessel.

The splash of the ocean against the ships side and the smell of salt were most invigorating. The fencer stepped upon the edge of the deck, nearest to the ship's wheel and noticed it moved on its own accord. The magic of the Dome is most astonishing. It is good to see Master Jacentar again, and to help him is the greatest honor I've been given in a short while. Master Chronos was most powerful and unique, and I did learn much from him, but he still not my master, merely there to make sure I didn't die. I thank him much for what he granted to me, but my master is still my master, the fencer thought as he gazed around at the empty ocean around them. I wonder what we are out here looking for? There is nothing for miles but ocean, the fencer said reaching his hand into the pocket of his pants and pulling out the breathing apparatus his master had given him when they first met. I get the odd feeling I'm gonna need this, the youth told himself as he moved from the edge of the ship's deck and moved to the under the deck into the lower holds, mostly because he was hungry.

The fencer moved about the food cellar in search of something to eat, and quickly found something of interest. As he grabbed a loaf of bread and some cheese, he could here something odd moving towards them. Without wait, he rushed upon the deck to see what it was, food still in hand. The fencer moved to the edge of the deck and looked into the water to see a much larger Kraken of then the last one that had Niku shortly ago. "Guess the one we struck was a child, and thats the mother. This could be annoying," the fencer said as he turned to see the massive build of his master behind him. Totally unprepared, the fencer jumped and held his hands in front of his face, losing his food as he did so. The giant Zora stood far above him, and with ease had startled him. "Master, I'm still wondering how you do that," the fencer added as he turned back to the monster below them. "What should we do Master?!" The green haired man asked in a concerned tone.