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Story Summary: The future as Ienzo Saw it had a black horizon with no sun. The Keyblade Masters were going to be drawn into a war they would never be ready for. The Princesses of Heart must make a choice between their forgotten duties or their hearts. And the man who had tried so hard to prevent this would fail...all his pain for almost nothing at all.
Chapter Summary: “And what will that do you?” Ienzo muttered. “Go ahead Kake, shut me up! It won’t do you any good. I’ve Seen! You can’t change anything I’ve Seen or will See! Even if you manage to stop it from happening one way, it will happen another!” Ienzo’s brother started crying right along with Ienzo. He must’ve known what was going to happen and it had torn his precious little brother to pieces. The Eye of the Sun…was a horrendous thing.
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“Hurry it up! ” A male voice made bodiless by the sandstorm cried out, he was clearly exhausted. Magic was the only thing that allowed his voice to travel the distance from his position on the battlefield through the storm.
“We’re working as fast as we can, hold them off just a bit longer,” came the desperate reply of a tired, thin man. A huddle of five was blurred to near invisibility by the buffeted sands. A dark light flashed in the distance, vivid and defying the obscuring storm and its fraternal twin fired off into the sky before arching back down to the earth. The resulting shockwave nearly knocked the group off their feet and they paused to get their balance back. They refocused their power back on the weapons lying in the middle of their circle, bending to their knees and moving closer for stability as their protectors’ powers continued to shake the ground. They had to work faster without sacrificing quality. Everyone that was out here knew just how important this was.
That’s why there were people on both sides of the battlefield. The people trying to prevent what the family were doing and the other group fending off those people.
“One finished.” The oldest in appearance coughed hoarsely and stood, picking up a gold and silver weapon. He stood away from the circle and hurled it into the air with more force than a man of his age should have. He quickly squatted back down and reapplied his power to the mix. “Brace yourselves my siblings.” They all crouched low and found a way to keep their hands steady so they didn’t have to stop.
The resulting shockwave that shouldn’t have been possible nearly threw them off anyways and it almost didn’t matter because the remaining weapons moved out of place. The family of five rushed to keep them within the circle.
“Two finished,” the second oldest informed shakily…weak from the strain of all the work. She performed the same action the older one had and they this time paused and held the weapons down when the shockwave came, regardless of how fast they needed to work.
A terrible shriek sounded in the distance, emphasized by a prominent blast of energy. The youngest turned slightly, but the one next to him refocused his attentions. Three figures appeared out of the blinding storm and paused.
“We’ve got three more to go milord! Please try to hold them off for that long,” the eldest of the family begged, turning slightly and quieted, still refusing to stop though it was very clearly obvious to him and the others that their side had lost.
“I think, that you should stop now,” the smooth voice suggested in friendly tones. The face was twisted into anything but. The siblings didn’t reply, just kept working. The disobedience angered the man into a rage immediately. “I said stop! ” Reaching forwards, he grabbed the eldest by the back of his neck and pulled him away.
“Keep going!” He ordered to the others, still trying to add his own power to their project. When the grip on his neck tightened, he stopped and went still.
“Xedram!” The younger of the two females screamed, golden eyes wide in terror, thinking her brother was dead. Their attacker frowned. He hadn’t killed the man, hadn’t even snapped Xedram’s neck…so why was the man dead?
A soft blue glow covered Xedram’s body, humming softly in sorrow and then buzzing in anger, burning the man’s hand. With a yelp, he dropped the body. The older woman laughed hard and loud, understanding what was happening as Xedram’s body faded to the light. It split into five orbs; two smaller orbs that flew away and the three larger orbs hit one of the weapons.
“Three finished,” the third of them declared, haughty and sneering, her eyes bright with triumph and satisfaction and tears of sorrow. She picked up the completed weapon and hurled it before any of the enemy could do anything.
“Dey are so determined, are dey not?” An accented voice commented at the scene, a black smile on the owner’s face. “Makes you redink killing dem…olmost anyway.” The strangers struggled to stay upright when the shockwave came.
The remaining four continued working without pause, the eldest (now that Xedram was dead) continued laughing at their to-be murderers. One more weapon was finished because of their brother’s sacrifice. These weapons would be so powerful with the gift of their brother’s very life…and with hers.
“Rekzma!” The youngest cried out as his sister became enveloped in a glaring red light that became three small orbs, which disappeared and two larger orbs that hit the remaining weapons.
“They’re probably the only two of the Xreschaz family that were at that level. We should be able to kill the rest. Two incomplete is better than nothing,” the last figure said. He was clearly the calmest of the lot and the most levelheaded.
“Yes, meybe, but Set will not be happy regardless,” the woman took out a large stylized sickle and held it at the remaining female’s neck. The girl leaned away without stopping her flow of power. “Mey I kill her now?”
“Of course,” the third member of the party replied in bored tones. “But her only. It the youngest two Set wants, especially the littlest one. He’s the one with the Eye of the Sun.” The hot-tempered man walked behind the youngest and jerked his head back to reveal the black birthmark around the boy’s closed left eye.
“Impressive.”
“Let him go!” The girl cried out.
“Be silent,” the woman drew back the sickle and spun around, crudely decapitating the girl. Her body fell; power still surging from hands that didn’t register a missing head…but it was enough.
“Xehtra!” The youngest cried out, tears falling from only his right eye. His brother hissed in disgust as the blood splatter over him, the sand, and the weapons and snagged the blood-covered weapon that had been completed. He spun around to throw it, but the third member snapped his own scimitar against it. The older of what remained of the Xreschaz family hit the ground.
“Set’ll like having one of Xreschaz family creations. You always did made the best,” the third member reached down and tried to pry it from the winded boy’s fingers.
“So, are we going to let dem finish the second?”
“Set will disprove of the risk, but he’ll like having them more. We might be able to get off with a heavy scolding for it,” the third tore the weapon away, carefully placing a booted foot on the boy’s chest to hold him down. A golden glare was shot his direction as the boy moved his arms to continue working on the last of the weapons.
“Let go of Ienzo’s hair so he can see what he’s doing,” the pinned one pleaded. “Please.”
“You’re in a position to beg,” the hot-tempered one muttered and jerked Ienzo’s hair, making the smaller one whimper.
“Let him go! You’ll throw him off! Set will be pleased if you bring him these two, non-imprinted Masteredges, won’t he? He’ll be able to imprint them himself!” The brother licked dry lips and regretted it when the sand stung them and stuck. The third man nodded his head.
“I’d say hold a blade to his throat, but we’ve already said how much Set wants him. So…if he stops, we’ll just kill his brother.”
“Not that it matter,” Ienzo answered hollowly. “I’ve already Seen what’s going to happen.”
“Ienzo!” His brother hissed. “You shouldn’t be telling anyone if you’ve Seen anything!”
“No one’s really going to like it anyways,” Ienzo continued, still working on the weapon in front of him. “You all won’t like it, Set won’t like it, the ones in the future won’t like it, our lord won’t like it, and I hate it.” The three antagonists frowned at one another.
“Ienzo….”
“I’m going to hate it…but hey, I can get a head start on building up some walls,” Ienzo’s voice cracked and he laughed mirthlessly. “Not that it’ll help.”
“The kid is crazy,” the woman scorned. “Kake, we should shut him up.”
“And what will that do you?” Ienzo muttered. “Go ahead Kake, shut me up! It won’t do you any good. I’ve Seen! You can’t change anything I’ve Seen or will See! Even if you manage to stop it from happening one way, it will happen another!” Ienzo’s brother started crying right along with Ienzo. He must’ve known what was going to happen and it had torn his precious little brother to pieces. The Eye of the Sun…was a horrendous thing.
“He’s been given a gift, it seems.” Their lord had said that with little glorification when Ienzo was born. His life had been a miracle really; they had had to forcefully take Ienzo from their mother’s dead body. Gift was such a positive word. They hadn’t realized…what a poor family they’d been.
“And I hate it.”
“Ienzo…I’m sorry. I was never a good brother was I?”
“Not particularly.”
“H-hey, you’re supposed to comfort me and say I was brilliant!” Ienzo giggled at the exclamation.
“‘Ow touching, brotherly love! Makes you want to,” the woman paused for dramatic effect, poor as it was. “Throw. Up.”
“We’re done.” Ienzo informed as he and his brother stopped.
“And so are they! ” A figure burst from the buffeting sands’ cloak, a straight katana with a jagged edge plunged straight through the hot-tempered one’s heart.
“Vhat! Volf!” The woman cried out, readying her sickle. Wolf stared down at the bloodied sword in shock and his body hit the ground with a muffled thud. “Aa—” Her head fell to the sands, torn off rather than sliced as her victim’s had been. Behind her was a young man, large wings protecting his bare skin from the sands. Both hands were covered with the blood from several hours worth of fighting. Kake snarled, backing away from the two brothers in a hurry, but the one he trapped sprung forward and grabbed the weapon away from him. He tried for again, hissing, but was kicked into the sands.
“Run home to Set, Kake. You’ve lost here.”
“You!” Kake gaped in astonishment at the figure towering over him.
“Me.” The reply came, steadily. Amber eyes that seemed to glow stared down at Kake. Kake glanced towards the sky and laughed in sharp triumph. All eyes shot towards the heavens as the dark clouds swirled angrily and the sandstorm stopped. The sand still in the air fell to the earth.
“Lord Set!” Kake cried out as a figure materialized.
“Magnificent Kake,” Set praised.
“But Lord Set, we didn’t succeed. Wolf and Ania are dead!” Kake cried in anguish.
“Forcing the older two of the Xreschaz family to commit Martyrdom like that, put a very noticeable trace on the third,” Set smirked blackly. Out of his cloak, he pulled a familiar object.
“But the shockwave—” Kake started.
“Was caused by me to trick them. Without even one of their precious weapons, they will not be able to do a thing!” Set frowned at the body of Ania.
“Such crude methods you have, half-breed,” Set hissed at the winged creature.
“She did the same to Xehtra,” came the steady reply.
“At least it was clean. You’re a beast.” Set watched Ienzo carefully pick up the last weapon. “What are doing boy?”
“I know.” Ienzo said and left it at that. The boy’s face was forlorn and tired.
“So, what does the mighty Sun God have to say now?” Set sneered at Wolf’s killer.
“You haven’t won anything yet,” the man winced at the title. “Five against two, favoring us.”
“Don’t you mean three? They aren’t much of fighters,” Set raised on hand and summoned fire to hand. “Anyways, you still lose!” The weapon was thrown into the air and the fireball melted it into two.
“No!” Ienzo’s brother cried out in shock and mortification. Their lord’s face had twisted into one of anger and the power that had earned him the title ‘Sun God’ crackled around him and Set’s power began to do the same. Ienzo hugged his brother tightly.
“You’ve been…a great brother,” the two powers connected and the weapons in their hands reacted violently. “I love you.”
“Ienzo…aaaaaaggh!” Power tore at the brother’s clothing, their skin…their very beings. Ienzo continued to clutch his brother even as the vanished in a brilliant flair of light and darkness. Not that holding onto each other would help any.
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It was so dark here. Where was here anyways? He’d been wandering around in this darkness for so long it seemed. He glanced down at the weapon in his hand and decided that here was good as any dark black place to set it. He raised and slammed it into the ground.
“Three finished.”
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“Man, where is Teacher?” A whiney teen shivered. “He should’ve been here damn—ow!” The boy held his head
“Language, Dilan,” the woman watching them scowled fiercely at the boy. “You’re being a bad influence.”
“On who? Even?” Dilan complained. “As if I could make him stop speaking in scientific terminology twenty-four-seven!” This earned him an icy glare from the slightly younger male, whose nose was stuck in a book.
“Ienzo’s eleven.”
“Ienzo? ” Braig laughed. “Oh please, he knows more curse words than I do!” A sharp glance was given to the boy in question. Ienzo sat huddled on the bench, staring dully at a spot in the distance, as if that could make his teacher appear. The woman frowned thoughtfully, something wasn’t quite right. Ienzo was regularly moody, but now he seemed depressed.
“Ienzo?”
“Ooooh, Ienzo’s getting scolded!” Dilan, Braig, and Elaeus sneered. Their watcher shot them a jagged glance and they quieted immediately.
“Ienzo, what is it?” The boy suddenly stood up, eyes locked on something in the rain. “Ienzo!” He bolted out into the rain to meet Ansem and the weak form he carried.
‘He’s got brother with him.’
“Hey, looks like Teach picked up another stray,” Elaeus commented.
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Author's Rant: My most typical response to the prologue is: "This is confusing!" Well...it's supposed to be. Ignoring that, I'd still like to hear your thoughts....
I don't get a lot of feedback generally.
Story Summary: The future as Ienzo Saw it had a black horizon with no sun. The Keyblade Masters were going to be drawn into a war they would never be ready for. The Princesses of Heart must make a choice between their forgotten duties or their hearts. And the man who had tried so hard to prevent this would fail...all his pain for almost nothing at all.
Chapter Summary: “And what will that do you?” Ienzo muttered. “Go ahead Kake, shut me up! It won’t do you any good. I’ve Seen! You can’t change anything I’ve Seen or will See! Even if you manage to stop it from happening one way, it will happen another!” Ienzo’s brother started crying right along with Ienzo. He must’ve known what was going to happen and it had torn his precious little brother to pieces. The Eye of the Sun…was a horrendous thing.
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“Hurry it up! ” A male voice made bodiless by the sandstorm cried out, he was clearly exhausted. Magic was the only thing that allowed his voice to travel the distance from his position on the battlefield through the storm.
“We’re working as fast as we can, hold them off just a bit longer,” came the desperate reply of a tired, thin man. A huddle of five was blurred to near invisibility by the buffeted sands. A dark light flashed in the distance, vivid and defying the obscuring storm and its fraternal twin fired off into the sky before arching back down to the earth. The resulting shockwave nearly knocked the group off their feet and they paused to get their balance back. They refocused their power back on the weapons lying in the middle of their circle, bending to their knees and moving closer for stability as their protectors’ powers continued to shake the ground. They had to work faster without sacrificing quality. Everyone that was out here knew just how important this was.
That’s why there were people on both sides of the battlefield. The people trying to prevent what the family were doing and the other group fending off those people.
“One finished.” The oldest in appearance coughed hoarsely and stood, picking up a gold and silver weapon. He stood away from the circle and hurled it into the air with more force than a man of his age should have. He quickly squatted back down and reapplied his power to the mix. “Brace yourselves my siblings.” They all crouched low and found a way to keep their hands steady so they didn’t have to stop.
The resulting shockwave that shouldn’t have been possible nearly threw them off anyways and it almost didn’t matter because the remaining weapons moved out of place. The family of five rushed to keep them within the circle.
“Two finished,” the second oldest informed shakily…weak from the strain of all the work. She performed the same action the older one had and they this time paused and held the weapons down when the shockwave came, regardless of how fast they needed to work.
A terrible shriek sounded in the distance, emphasized by a prominent blast of energy. The youngest turned slightly, but the one next to him refocused his attentions. Three figures appeared out of the blinding storm and paused.
“We’ve got three more to go milord! Please try to hold them off for that long,” the eldest of the family begged, turning slightly and quieted, still refusing to stop though it was very clearly obvious to him and the others that their side had lost.
“I think, that you should stop now,” the smooth voice suggested in friendly tones. The face was twisted into anything but. The siblings didn’t reply, just kept working. The disobedience angered the man into a rage immediately. “I said stop! ” Reaching forwards, he grabbed the eldest by the back of his neck and pulled him away.
“Keep going!” He ordered to the others, still trying to add his own power to their project. When the grip on his neck tightened, he stopped and went still.
“Xedram!” The younger of the two females screamed, golden eyes wide in terror, thinking her brother was dead. Their attacker frowned. He hadn’t killed the man, hadn’t even snapped Xedram’s neck…so why was the man dead?
A soft blue glow covered Xedram’s body, humming softly in sorrow and then buzzing in anger, burning the man’s hand. With a yelp, he dropped the body. The older woman laughed hard and loud, understanding what was happening as Xedram’s body faded to the light. It split into five orbs; two smaller orbs that flew away and the three larger orbs hit one of the weapons.
“Three finished,” the third of them declared, haughty and sneering, her eyes bright with triumph and satisfaction and tears of sorrow. She picked up the completed weapon and hurled it before any of the enemy could do anything.
“Dey are so determined, are dey not?” An accented voice commented at the scene, a black smile on the owner’s face. “Makes you redink killing dem…olmost anyway.” The strangers struggled to stay upright when the shockwave came.
The remaining four continued working without pause, the eldest (now that Xedram was dead) continued laughing at their to-be murderers. One more weapon was finished because of their brother’s sacrifice. These weapons would be so powerful with the gift of their brother’s very life…and with hers.
“Rekzma!” The youngest cried out as his sister became enveloped in a glaring red light that became three small orbs, which disappeared and two larger orbs that hit the remaining weapons.
“They’re probably the only two of the Xreschaz family that were at that level. We should be able to kill the rest. Two incomplete is better than nothing,” the last figure said. He was clearly the calmest of the lot and the most levelheaded.
“Yes, meybe, but Set will not be happy regardless,” the woman took out a large stylized sickle and held it at the remaining female’s neck. The girl leaned away without stopping her flow of power. “Mey I kill her now?”
“Of course,” the third member of the party replied in bored tones. “But her only. It the youngest two Set wants, especially the littlest one. He’s the one with the Eye of the Sun.” The hot-tempered man walked behind the youngest and jerked his head back to reveal the black birthmark around the boy’s closed left eye.
“Impressive.”
“Let him go!” The girl cried out.
“Be silent,” the woman drew back the sickle and spun around, crudely decapitating the girl. Her body fell; power still surging from hands that didn’t register a missing head…but it was enough.
“Xehtra!” The youngest cried out, tears falling from only his right eye. His brother hissed in disgust as the blood splatter over him, the sand, and the weapons and snagged the blood-covered weapon that had been completed. He spun around to throw it, but the third member snapped his own scimitar against it. The older of what remained of the Xreschaz family hit the ground.
“Set’ll like having one of Xreschaz family creations. You always did made the best,” the third member reached down and tried to pry it from the winded boy’s fingers.
“So, are we going to let dem finish the second?”
“Set will disprove of the risk, but he’ll like having them more. We might be able to get off with a heavy scolding for it,” the third tore the weapon away, carefully placing a booted foot on the boy’s chest to hold him down. A golden glare was shot his direction as the boy moved his arms to continue working on the last of the weapons.
“Let go of Ienzo’s hair so he can see what he’s doing,” the pinned one pleaded. “Please.”
“You’re in a position to beg,” the hot-tempered one muttered and jerked Ienzo’s hair, making the smaller one whimper.
“Let him go! You’ll throw him off! Set will be pleased if you bring him these two, non-imprinted Masteredges, won’t he? He’ll be able to imprint them himself!” The brother licked dry lips and regretted it when the sand stung them and stuck. The third man nodded his head.
“I’d say hold a blade to his throat, but we’ve already said how much Set wants him. So…if he stops, we’ll just kill his brother.”
“Not that it matter,” Ienzo answered hollowly. “I’ve already Seen what’s going to happen.”
“Ienzo!” His brother hissed. “You shouldn’t be telling anyone if you’ve Seen anything!”
“No one’s really going to like it anyways,” Ienzo continued, still working on the weapon in front of him. “You all won’t like it, Set won’t like it, the ones in the future won’t like it, our lord won’t like it, and I hate it.” The three antagonists frowned at one another.
“Ienzo….”
“I’m going to hate it…but hey, I can get a head start on building up some walls,” Ienzo’s voice cracked and he laughed mirthlessly. “Not that it’ll help.”
“The kid is crazy,” the woman scorned. “Kake, we should shut him up.”
“And what will that do you?” Ienzo muttered. “Go ahead Kake, shut me up! It won’t do you any good. I’ve Seen! You can’t change anything I’ve Seen or will See! Even if you manage to stop it from happening one way, it will happen another!” Ienzo’s brother started crying right along with Ienzo. He must’ve known what was going to happen and it had torn his precious little brother to pieces. The Eye of the Sun…was a horrendous thing.
“He’s been given a gift, it seems.” Their lord had said that with little glorification when Ienzo was born. His life had been a miracle really; they had had to forcefully take Ienzo from their mother’s dead body. Gift was such a positive word. They hadn’t realized…what a poor family they’d been.
“And I hate it.”
“Ienzo…I’m sorry. I was never a good brother was I?”
“Not particularly.”
“H-hey, you’re supposed to comfort me and say I was brilliant!” Ienzo giggled at the exclamation.
“‘Ow touching, brotherly love! Makes you want to,” the woman paused for dramatic effect, poor as it was. “Throw. Up.”
“We’re done.” Ienzo informed as he and his brother stopped.
“And so are they! ” A figure burst from the buffeting sands’ cloak, a straight katana with a jagged edge plunged straight through the hot-tempered one’s heart.
“Vhat! Volf!” The woman cried out, readying her sickle. Wolf stared down at the bloodied sword in shock and his body hit the ground with a muffled thud. “Aa—” Her head fell to the sands, torn off rather than sliced as her victim’s had been. Behind her was a young man, large wings protecting his bare skin from the sands. Both hands were covered with the blood from several hours worth of fighting. Kake snarled, backing away from the two brothers in a hurry, but the one he trapped sprung forward and grabbed the weapon away from him. He tried for again, hissing, but was kicked into the sands.
“Run home to Set, Kake. You’ve lost here.”
“You!” Kake gaped in astonishment at the figure towering over him.
“Me.” The reply came, steadily. Amber eyes that seemed to glow stared down at Kake. Kake glanced towards the sky and laughed in sharp triumph. All eyes shot towards the heavens as the dark clouds swirled angrily and the sandstorm stopped. The sand still in the air fell to the earth.
“Lord Set!” Kake cried out as a figure materialized.
“Magnificent Kake,” Set praised.
“But Lord Set, we didn’t succeed. Wolf and Ania are dead!” Kake cried in anguish.
“Forcing the older two of the Xreschaz family to commit Martyrdom like that, put a very noticeable trace on the third,” Set smirked blackly. Out of his cloak, he pulled a familiar object.
“But the shockwave—” Kake started.
“Was caused by me to trick them. Without even one of their precious weapons, they will not be able to do a thing!” Set frowned at the body of Ania.
“Such crude methods you have, half-breed,” Set hissed at the winged creature.
“She did the same to Xehtra,” came the steady reply.
“At least it was clean. You’re a beast.” Set watched Ienzo carefully pick up the last weapon. “What are doing boy?”
“I know.” Ienzo said and left it at that. The boy’s face was forlorn and tired.
“So, what does the mighty Sun God have to say now?” Set sneered at Wolf’s killer.
“You haven’t won anything yet,” the man winced at the title. “Five against two, favoring us.”
“Don’t you mean three? They aren’t much of fighters,” Set raised on hand and summoned fire to hand. “Anyways, you still lose!” The weapon was thrown into the air and the fireball melted it into two.
“No!” Ienzo’s brother cried out in shock and mortification. Their lord’s face had twisted into one of anger and the power that had earned him the title ‘Sun God’ crackled around him and Set’s power began to do the same. Ienzo hugged his brother tightly.
“You’ve been…a great brother,” the two powers connected and the weapons in their hands reacted violently. “I love you.”
“Ienzo…aaaaaaggh!” Power tore at the brother’s clothing, their skin…their very beings. Ienzo continued to clutch his brother even as the vanished in a brilliant flair of light and darkness. Not that holding onto each other would help any.
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It was so dark here. Where was here anyways? He’d been wandering around in this darkness for so long it seemed. He glanced down at the weapon in his hand and decided that here was good as any dark black place to set it. He raised and slammed it into the ground.
“Three finished.”
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“Man, where is Teacher?” A whiney teen shivered. “He should’ve been here damn—ow!” The boy held his head
“Language, Dilan,” the woman watching them scowled fiercely at the boy. “You’re being a bad influence.”
“On who? Even?” Dilan complained. “As if I could make him stop speaking in scientific terminology twenty-four-seven!” This earned him an icy glare from the slightly younger male, whose nose was stuck in a book.
“Ienzo’s eleven.”
“Ienzo? ” Braig laughed. “Oh please, he knows more curse words than I do!” A sharp glance was given to the boy in question. Ienzo sat huddled on the bench, staring dully at a spot in the distance, as if that could make his teacher appear. The woman frowned thoughtfully, something wasn’t quite right. Ienzo was regularly moody, but now he seemed depressed.
“Ienzo?”
“Ooooh, Ienzo’s getting scolded!” Dilan, Braig, and Elaeus sneered. Their watcher shot them a jagged glance and they quieted immediately.
“Ienzo, what is it?” The boy suddenly stood up, eyes locked on something in the rain. “Ienzo!” He bolted out into the rain to meet Ansem and the weak form he carried.
‘He’s got brother with him.’
“Hey, looks like Teach picked up another stray,” Elaeus commented.
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Author's Rant: My most typical response to the prologue is: "This is confusing!" Well...it's supposed to be. Ignoring that, I'd still like to hear your thoughts....
I don't get a lot of feedback generally.
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