• Raise of a warrior Chapter One
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    Thunder roars through the raging valley. Rain gushing from the sky and on to his face. He had blue Black hair long to his back. Big fox ears, and six beautiful tails the color of blood. He wore a black long jacket with bright yellow straps and belts. On his side a double headed scythe with two bells hanging from it. He rode on a black stallion in a great battle. This brave Warrior fought great battles and wars, not one lost. He was like a god to these men. Riding through the fighting men, swinging his scythe side by side, leaving none alive through his trail. He made a sudden stop and gazed at the Red moon. He gazed at it like in a trance. A soldier glanced at him then at the moon. He rushed towards him. “Sir, sir look away!” yelled out the soldier. The soldier looked like if he was about the age of 18. He had short brown hair and deep blue eyes. His armor was drenched in blood like his face and sword. He pulled and pushed the warrior to distract him from the moon. “ My lord, please wake!” he shuttered some more. A knight from the enemy lines saw this event. The knight had spike red hair and eyes like a cat. His armor of dragon scales was spotless not even a scratch. He grabbed a spear of the soldier next to him. Aimed it at them. On the other side the soldier saw the spear coming towards them. “AKURASHI PLEASE WAKE!!!” he yelled out his name. Akurashi raised his hand like being manipulated. He pointed his arm towards the coming spear. The soldier stared frightened in fear, collapsed to the ground. Akurashi’s eyes and hand glowed ruby red. Akurashi mumbled some words, like an enchantment or curse. He continued repeating getting louder each time. The soldier cried out “My lord, please”. The ground began to shake around them. The spear came rushing towards him. Then it suddenly stopped only a few inches away from Akurashi’s palm. Akurashi continues his mumble. Wind raising around like a tornado. Akurashi mumbled louder and louder. Akurashi yelled out “ANA DATA JAIANA MAGA BANTANGA KE FU KO E TE ASA!!” Sudden silence striked the battle field. Akurashi lifts his scythe over his head. He moves it only a bit. The sound of the bells shimmered the valley. Then darkness swallowed them all. There painful shrieks was all that could be heard, but not a soul of the enemy was seen. All of Akurashi’s men gazed at the Red moon to mark its memory. Akurashi faints and falls of his stead. All the soldiers run to help.