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| A little meditation? | |
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| Topic Started: May 7 2009, 12:19 PM (208 Views) | |
| Foxy wolf | May 7 2009, 12:19 PM Post #1 |
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Sonoske sat, pondering. This world was different. It had lost its spirit, drowned itself in the order and conformity of machinery. How was he to deal with such a world with no spirit? He sighed and felt the wind caress him in a beautiful way. The meadows were calm and cool, and the sun felt good. He sat there in quiet contemplation, thinking over all the past events. Why did I come here? What is my purpose here? Am I to show this world the spirit of the warrior? What must I do? It wouldn’t do him any good to worry right now. No, now was the time for peaceful meditation. Sonoske pushed the thoughts of this world out of his head. It was time that he began serious training, and that meant he had to center himself in this world. He steadied his breathing and closed his eyes. His body was relaxed, and yet at the same time very well postured. He exhaled deeply and took in the scent of the grass as he breathed back in. His mind was focused, it was clear, it was empty. It was a hard concept to understand and even harder to achieve. In his mind With a clear mind, Sonoske pictured himself surrounded by many enemies. Each one there for personal gain or for someone else. All of them without spirit, without the warrior’s way. They were corrupt and vile, not a pure person amongst them. Why had they come? They were here to end him on someone else’s behalf. That person was some lord he had slighted, someone from a distant land. None of them had the ability to defeat him, unless they gave up their honor as well and attacked all at once. Sonoske sighed as one man came at him. He thought that his huge sword would scare him and he gave out a mighty roar. It wasn’t enough to scare Sonoske, he merely drew his blade and ended the man’s life in the same motion. The blade carved right through the man as if he wasn’t even there. Sonoske only looked on as another came at him, his blade moving swiftly blocking each attack. It was unhonorable…the men were now attacking in pairs. Another man tried to jump Sonoske from behind. It was a bad move, as the other man stumbled forward with his blade and Sonoske pushed him into the man from behind. They stumbled with eachother trying to keep balance as they were cut in half together. A chain wrapped around his blade and he felt a small yank on it. Sonoske wrapped his hand around the chain and yanked back, pulling the man off his place and onto his waiting blade. They were forming a semi-circle around him, trying to pen him in. It wouldn’t work though, Sonoske was too formidable for these men and too well focused. His mind saw their moves, each one coming in trying to find an opening. His blade danced in between theirs, finding their unguarded spots. Their blades, one by one, fell to the ground. There was something…calming about this fight. As if there was no real enemy, only the illusion of an enemy. He was finding it easier and easier to wield his blade. Instead of becoming exhausting it was…lighter. It was strange in a way. But then again he had forged this blade, he put apart of his own spirit into it. Maybe what was happening was what the old forgers described as the “Soul of the Sword.” Maybe there was a spirit inside the sword all on its own. Something big was behind him, something strong and powerful. Sonoske turned around to see a fully clad-in-armor man striding towards him. A knight…no this man was different then a knight. He wore dark armor and carried twin blades that seemed wreathed in darkness. A dark knight…a Fell Knight. These were some of the strongest and deadliest mercenaries out there. They were said to single-handedly defeat entire armies. Trained both in knighthood and black magic they were something else all together. The knight stopped and took off his helmet and looked directly at Sonoske. He was ugly, but ugly from battles. He wore his honor on his arms and was proud to show what he had accomplished. It would be a good fight, a great battle of spirit. The Knight moved first, bringing his blade up and coming down in a huge arcing attack. Sonoske moved off to the side, only to notice that it was a feint. The knight had put his all into the attack, and he spun around with the other blade towards Sonoske. He ducked underneath it and came up at him with his own blade. Steel met steel, spirit met spirit. For a brief second everything seemed to slow down. Their eyes met, and Sonoske could see the fire that burned in them. It wasn’t malice, or hate. It was the will to win, to forsake everything for victory. The man’s eyes were mirrored in Sonoske and they both grinned. They jumped back from eachother and came again. The blades rang against eachother as sparks flew. Each attack was powered by will and spirit. What made it different was the intent behind the attacks. Each man placed the deadliest intent to kill in their blades. The battle hinged on who’s spirit was stronger. Who’s spirit was more centered in this battle. Darkness enveloped the area as a sphere of black matter gathered on the tip of the Knight’s blade. Sonoske readied himself for the end. The Fell Knight’s magic would tear him to pieces in seconds. ”I command you to win. There is nothing you can do if you do not win. Think of your spirit…of my own. Do you wish to forsake life for the easy way out? You are a warrior…your soul calls you to battle. You must respond in kind to it. Fight Sonoske. FIGHT!” The voice rang deep inside his mind. He sheathed his blade and waited for the inevitable attack. What was he to do? ”End him before he attacks. Pour your spirit into the blade and attack with all your strength.” Sonoske did not wait to understand instead he charged the Knight. Screaming out a battle-cry he drew his blade. Both hands on the blade, and all the might behind it he swung all in the same fluid motion. The black sphere descended, but it wasn’t fast enough. The Knight had spent too much of his spirit on his Fell magic. Sonoske’s blade glowed a brilliant pink color on the edge, as it tore through the man’s midsection. Armor gave way, shattering and splintering as it was peeled away by the sheer power behind the attack. The Knight’s eyes flared as if trying to deny this reality. He gasped and spat blood as Sonoske’s blade cleaved fully through him. Reality As if on command Sonoske awoke from his trance. It was night and the cold air chilled his sweating skin. He exhaled deeply as if he had been doing something physically demanding. He breathed in the chilly air and looked around. All around him in a perfect circle the grass had been cut down. He stood up and looked around, no tracks of any kind. Maybe it was just a dream? ”No dream. You’ve finally found me. You’ve delved the depths of your spirit and found that you were never alone. I was always here, always fighting with you. Now you have achieved a new level in fighting. I am the Spirit of your sword, and your constant companion. Now we must rest…the real training begins soon.” ”I guess so. Rest would be good now, though I doubt I’ll sleep.” Sonoske sighed and rubbed his head. He headed back to the city, and to his small little shack. Things would probably never be the same again. |
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