Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Aug 24, 2006 1:02:34 GMT -5
I have a poem called Vermillion Nights. I just decided to make a story. I also decided to make that my name. I love it. Anyways. I hope you all enjoy the story. It won't be good. And this is only part one. I ask that if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all. Please and thanks!!
~ Yakhana
Vermillion Nights Part 1: The Past
I suppose I should tell my story. A tale I’ve told over and over. I mean I’m only 327 years old. Why not? I have nothing better to do with my life.
Maybe I should tell about my past. It will make things later on very easy saying. My parents loved my brother and me. I was human then. How I miss those days. I believe I was 9 or 10 at the time. My brother and I were very close. Nothing could get between us. We shared everything common. Games, friends, spare time, we had it all. Anything you could think of. That's how close we were. Our parents had a good friend. Who came over quite a lot. My brother and I never trusted him. I always got a bad vibe every time he came by. But what could a nine-year-old do? Just hope for the best.
My brother, Felix, was quite skilled with a blade. Almost everyday in the twilight evenings we went outside and practiced with our sticks. Pretending was so easy back then. Our imagination took us anywhere that we wanted to go. Maybe it was the only way a kid could get away from the real world. I should try to do that again. Anyways... My skills grew. I was a formidable enemy to my brother whenever we decided to change sides. Then my skill outgrew his. My agility was high, dodging and parrying became easier. Defense was always my thing.
One night, Sarn, our parent’s best "friend" came by one night. A child could even see evil. His eyes glowed with it. I was scared. I thought that my nightmares would finally come true. My father noticed not long after I. He tried so hard. I can still see Sarn taking a shot at my mother, but instead, my father took it. He fell with his eyes wide open, staring into mine. He was dead before the ground shook. Crimson wrapped around his body. Death… was not something a child would think of. I had no idea how should I react. I did anything else what a child would have done. Scream. Sadly, my brother was away. He had gone hunting for tomorrow’s dinner. Perfect timing no?
Apparently my scream brought Sarns attention to me. His hand covered my mouth and dragged both me, and my mother upstairs into a bedroom. I had no idea what he would soon be doing. Her screaming drowned mine out. Then there was nothing. No noise. It was so dark. A hand grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me up. I then saw my mother. Bleeding from between the legs and multiple stab wounds in her neck, chest and stomach. He had raped her then killed her. My mother used to be so beautiful. Her hair was tangled and stained in blood. I began to cry. Felix finally got himself home. I heard him race up the stairs and bust down the door. He was 5 years older than me. Of course he would be stronger. Darkness shrouded my eyes. I heard glass break and then the sensation of flying. Sarn was carrying me away from home.
We landed somewhere. I saw that it was a castle. The surroundings looked familiar so I knew I was close to home. This must be the place where he calls home. Then darkness filled my sight once more. I awoke sometime later. The room around me had no windows so I could not tell how much time took place. I felt really weird. Something was inside me. I felt all the squirming. My eyes opened and my pupils were slit. Just like a cat. Rage flowed through every vein. I could feel a burning sensation in my body. Bones cracked and my skull felt like it was on fire. My arms began to split open. No blood came forth. Not an ounce was dropped. Icy-blue hair began to grow and turn into a silver hue. It fell towards the middle of my back. Speaking of my back, stubs came forth. Soon penetrated the skin. Bones of a bird of sorts grew out and stretched. A blackish red aura surrounded my body. Something sharp came from my fore arms. Starting at about an inch at my elbow they slanted downwards until stopping at my wrist. I realized I had control of the bones on my back. Curiosity trapped me and I looked back. The bones were gone. They had fully healed over. Feathers of a crimson hue fell to my knees. The very tips of each feather were black. I was no longer human. I was demonic. Or that’s what I would like to call myself. Personally, then, I had no clue what I was.
This new power had no control on me. And I had no control on it. Soon everything just disappeared. I was back to normal. Later on, I learned how to tap into it. But that’s another story for another time. A knock came on my door. It was Felix. How he got there, I don’t know. Still don’t know. I assume that he followed Sarn here. He grabbed me and ran as fast as he could back out. Nothing followed. Supposedly Sarn wanted me to leave. He gave me his disease. That I still carry. Felix carried me all the way into a nearby town. We stayed the rest of the night in an old abandoned home. Over the course of a few weeks we cleaned it up and it actually looked homey.
Sadly, sunlight began to hurt me. Not drastically. But I never wanted to go outside for hours at a time. It just felt very uncomfortable. At night I could feel a presence. It was fairly strong. Stronger than I, or my brother. It was watching us. Maybe, just me. I don’t know. All I could do was ignore it. Something inside told me it was he. Sarn was watching us. With my new powers, that I’ve been slowing gaining in power and control lately, I actually looked forward to see him again. I wanted revenge. Even then I knew that I must avenge my parents death. I’m sure the Felix felt the same way. I feared for his life. I’d have to go alone. Tomorrow night would have to do.
~ Yakhana
Vermillion Nights Part 1: The Past
I suppose I should tell my story. A tale I’ve told over and over. I mean I’m only 327 years old. Why not? I have nothing better to do with my life.
Maybe I should tell about my past. It will make things later on very easy saying. My parents loved my brother and me. I was human then. How I miss those days. I believe I was 9 or 10 at the time. My brother and I were very close. Nothing could get between us. We shared everything common. Games, friends, spare time, we had it all. Anything you could think of. That's how close we were. Our parents had a good friend. Who came over quite a lot. My brother and I never trusted him. I always got a bad vibe every time he came by. But what could a nine-year-old do? Just hope for the best.
My brother, Felix, was quite skilled with a blade. Almost everyday in the twilight evenings we went outside and practiced with our sticks. Pretending was so easy back then. Our imagination took us anywhere that we wanted to go. Maybe it was the only way a kid could get away from the real world. I should try to do that again. Anyways... My skills grew. I was a formidable enemy to my brother whenever we decided to change sides. Then my skill outgrew his. My agility was high, dodging and parrying became easier. Defense was always my thing.
One night, Sarn, our parent’s best "friend" came by one night. A child could even see evil. His eyes glowed with it. I was scared. I thought that my nightmares would finally come true. My father noticed not long after I. He tried so hard. I can still see Sarn taking a shot at my mother, but instead, my father took it. He fell with his eyes wide open, staring into mine. He was dead before the ground shook. Crimson wrapped around his body. Death… was not something a child would think of. I had no idea how should I react. I did anything else what a child would have done. Scream. Sadly, my brother was away. He had gone hunting for tomorrow’s dinner. Perfect timing no?
Apparently my scream brought Sarns attention to me. His hand covered my mouth and dragged both me, and my mother upstairs into a bedroom. I had no idea what he would soon be doing. Her screaming drowned mine out. Then there was nothing. No noise. It was so dark. A hand grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me up. I then saw my mother. Bleeding from between the legs and multiple stab wounds in her neck, chest and stomach. He had raped her then killed her. My mother used to be so beautiful. Her hair was tangled and stained in blood. I began to cry. Felix finally got himself home. I heard him race up the stairs and bust down the door. He was 5 years older than me. Of course he would be stronger. Darkness shrouded my eyes. I heard glass break and then the sensation of flying. Sarn was carrying me away from home.
We landed somewhere. I saw that it was a castle. The surroundings looked familiar so I knew I was close to home. This must be the place where he calls home. Then darkness filled my sight once more. I awoke sometime later. The room around me had no windows so I could not tell how much time took place. I felt really weird. Something was inside me. I felt all the squirming. My eyes opened and my pupils were slit. Just like a cat. Rage flowed through every vein. I could feel a burning sensation in my body. Bones cracked and my skull felt like it was on fire. My arms began to split open. No blood came forth. Not an ounce was dropped. Icy-blue hair began to grow and turn into a silver hue. It fell towards the middle of my back. Speaking of my back, stubs came forth. Soon penetrated the skin. Bones of a bird of sorts grew out and stretched. A blackish red aura surrounded my body. Something sharp came from my fore arms. Starting at about an inch at my elbow they slanted downwards until stopping at my wrist. I realized I had control of the bones on my back. Curiosity trapped me and I looked back. The bones were gone. They had fully healed over. Feathers of a crimson hue fell to my knees. The very tips of each feather were black. I was no longer human. I was demonic. Or that’s what I would like to call myself. Personally, then, I had no clue what I was.
This new power had no control on me. And I had no control on it. Soon everything just disappeared. I was back to normal. Later on, I learned how to tap into it. But that’s another story for another time. A knock came on my door. It was Felix. How he got there, I don’t know. Still don’t know. I assume that he followed Sarn here. He grabbed me and ran as fast as he could back out. Nothing followed. Supposedly Sarn wanted me to leave. He gave me his disease. That I still carry. Felix carried me all the way into a nearby town. We stayed the rest of the night in an old abandoned home. Over the course of a few weeks we cleaned it up and it actually looked homey.
Sadly, sunlight began to hurt me. Not drastically. But I never wanted to go outside for hours at a time. It just felt very uncomfortable. At night I could feel a presence. It was fairly strong. Stronger than I, or my brother. It was watching us. Maybe, just me. I don’t know. All I could do was ignore it. Something inside told me it was he. Sarn was watching us. With my new powers, that I’ve been slowing gaining in power and control lately, I actually looked forward to see him again. I wanted revenge. Even then I knew that I must avenge my parents death. I’m sure the Felix felt the same way. I feared for his life. I’d have to go alone. Tomorrow night would have to do.
