Yeah...
Summer makes a person very bored. This is the result of that. Yeah. Another story.
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The Requiem of Tamaki
A work in progress.
I guess you can say this all started nine years ago. It was a simple time. My father, Toushiro Misime was the prime minister’s most proud military commander. Because of his status, my family was pretty loaded back then. He kept climbing up the ranks and made a huge impression on the prime minister. Suffice to say, the other military officials weren’t too thrilled. One day, during the prime minister’s weekly war meeting, my father was accused of treason whenever a servant noticed that he had apparently dropped a few documents that were basically papers in which expressed he had communication with the rebels and was only working his way up to earn the trust of the prime minister so they could overthrow him and take over the once proud nation of Natima. An investigation was done and my father was condemned to death for malicious treason against the empire. I was only seven years old back then. They thought my mother was conspiring as well so she was killed as well. Because I was so young, the higher-ups decided to imprison me for life. It was in that prison cell that I swore my vengeance on Natima. Nine years passed slowly in my cell. At times, there just seemed to be no hope left.
Outside the window of my cell I could see prisoners being executed outside. It wasn’t long before I actually made a friend. A girl named Miyuki was thrown in my cell and was to be executed in two weeks. She explained to me that she was wrongfully punished. Apparently she miss-fired an arrow from her bow while she was training and it landed next to a military chief. The chief assumed she was trying to attack him and walked up to the girl with his rifle in hand. Ready to shoot he aimed this gun at the defenseless girl. Scared, she turned away, only to find that her mother had stepped in front of her to protect her daughter. Miyuki’s mother was killed before her eyes and was sentenced to life in prison. She was held at the Southern Outpost prison yard for a little over nine years and then was transferred to Central for her execution. That’s why she was only to be in my cell for that short period of time.
The day finally came for her execution. As she lined up to be killed, I prayed for a miracle -- just something to happen. Suddenly, without thinking, I released a seal that I placed to hide my father’s bow and arrows when I arrived. I picked them up and aimed. With my heart racing, I estimated that she was standing approximately 300 feet away from the executioners. One of them fired a bullet from their gun. It was heading straight for her. I peered out the window of my cell and let go of the string to my bow. My arrow flew with a trail of purple aura following it and completely destroyed the bullet that was about to kill Miyuki. I rapidly fired five arrows, forming a hexagon around the executioners. I said the incantation and hand signs. The purple aura connected each arrow and they were instantly trapped. All I could do was chuckle at their miserable attempts to break free.
Not all people who fire arrows are the same. Some people, like my father and I were taught to release aura for powerful effects in battle. It was banned a year after I learned the technique to release aura because it became known that the rebels could sense the aura. This made it easy for them to track military platoons. Lucky for me, several rebels appeared almost instantly, glanced up at me, nodded, and then quickly untied Miyuki and took off with her. I knew the rebels would keep her out of harms way.
Months past and I thought I would never see my dear friend again.
rolleyes
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