waiting. . .
Apr 25, 2005 5:23:00 GMT
Post by tetrakinstrife on Apr 25, 2005 5:23:00 GMT
Upon hearing these echoes from the sky, Tetrakin knew that those invaders were looking for inhabitants from the planet to kill instead of a lowly sorcerer like himself; therefore he began to run. He was not quite sure why or where he was sprinting to, but his internal instincts were screaming to him to get as far into a forest of some kind so that these aliens could not get a chance to murder him.
After about an hour of running, the young magician tired out and collapsed in the middle of a bed of grass surrounded by trees. With sweat trickling down his forehead, he stared into the thickness of the clouds for what felt like days. All that ran though his head was that this man named Musashi was willing to train him. Unfortunately he left to fight treacherous aliens who were threatening the lives of all the citizens of this very planet. He knew in the back of his mind that he was no where near the strength or ability to fight against them, but he did know that Musashi was the only person who would teach him of the ways of this land.
“If only…If only I could talk to him when this is done over with. He may be able to train me then. I wonder if what he said was said out of courtesy or is it what he truly feels. I wish I could read the people of this planet. They all seem so complex and difficult to understand.”<br>
As days passed, Tetrakin occupied the space to which he collapsed on. Day by day he began to use his necromancy out of sheer boredom. From finding water to catching fish, his ability for summoning and animating the dead seemed to increase. On days where he felt lonely, he began to animate multiple skeletons and act out plays and skits that were performed on his home planet. Sometimes he would make up the ending to these skits or just alter the ending since the message that was conveyed seemed too morbid for a man like him in his situation. As each day passed, he scanned the skies hoping to see a sign of Musashi or even a sign of life. Each day brought a lessening hope that shattered Tetra’s self-esteem to a new low.
“Maybe he was killed, or just forgot about me. I know that I couldn’t have made that huge of an impact to come back just to train me. I doubt he even remembers my name. Why am I even here? Everyone left me at the first sign of invasion. It wasn’t like, ‘Come, Tetrakin! The fighters are approaching! Let us join the valiant fight!’ I bet they thought I couldn’t hold my own in a battle either. It’s probably because of my stature. I might as well make use of the time given to me though. I shouldn’t just sit here and mope about as the sun and the moon pass me by. Hey! Musashi? No…that was just a bird. What could I do at a point like this?”<br>
For many nights he pondered what exactly he was doing in this desolate patch of grass. Out of sheer frustration over his present luck, he threw a rock up into the air, cursing the Gods for forsaking him to this planet to which he considers to be a prison. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months, Tetra’s faith dwindled to that of a peanut. He didn’t want to wander the land again like he did when he first was teleported to this planet due to the fact that there is a building close by to him that could inhabit people some day. He stared at the grass for some time and an idea had inspired him to stretch his powers to an extent that he has never achieved before.
“I should build a house with my animated crew so that I have some type of shelter to call my own on his wasteland that some people call a planet! Musashi will be so happy to see that my powers have improved once he finds out that I did this with nothing but animated dead that he will have to train me!”<br>
After about an hour of running, the young magician tired out and collapsed in the middle of a bed of grass surrounded by trees. With sweat trickling down his forehead, he stared into the thickness of the clouds for what felt like days. All that ran though his head was that this man named Musashi was willing to train him. Unfortunately he left to fight treacherous aliens who were threatening the lives of all the citizens of this very planet. He knew in the back of his mind that he was no where near the strength or ability to fight against them, but he did know that Musashi was the only person who would teach him of the ways of this land.
“If only…If only I could talk to him when this is done over with. He may be able to train me then. I wonder if what he said was said out of courtesy or is it what he truly feels. I wish I could read the people of this planet. They all seem so complex and difficult to understand.”<br>
As days passed, Tetrakin occupied the space to which he collapsed on. Day by day he began to use his necromancy out of sheer boredom. From finding water to catching fish, his ability for summoning and animating the dead seemed to increase. On days where he felt lonely, he began to animate multiple skeletons and act out plays and skits that were performed on his home planet. Sometimes he would make up the ending to these skits or just alter the ending since the message that was conveyed seemed too morbid for a man like him in his situation. As each day passed, he scanned the skies hoping to see a sign of Musashi or even a sign of life. Each day brought a lessening hope that shattered Tetra’s self-esteem to a new low.
“Maybe he was killed, or just forgot about me. I know that I couldn’t have made that huge of an impact to come back just to train me. I doubt he even remembers my name. Why am I even here? Everyone left me at the first sign of invasion. It wasn’t like, ‘Come, Tetrakin! The fighters are approaching! Let us join the valiant fight!’ I bet they thought I couldn’t hold my own in a battle either. It’s probably because of my stature. I might as well make use of the time given to me though. I shouldn’t just sit here and mope about as the sun and the moon pass me by. Hey! Musashi? No…that was just a bird. What could I do at a point like this?”<br>
For many nights he pondered what exactly he was doing in this desolate patch of grass. Out of sheer frustration over his present luck, he threw a rock up into the air, cursing the Gods for forsaking him to this planet to which he considers to be a prison. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months, Tetra’s faith dwindled to that of a peanut. He didn’t want to wander the land again like he did when he first was teleported to this planet due to the fact that there is a building close by to him that could inhabit people some day. He stared at the grass for some time and an idea had inspired him to stretch his powers to an extent that he has never achieved before.
“I should build a house with my animated crew so that I have some type of shelter to call my own on his wasteland that some people call a planet! Musashi will be so happy to see that my powers have improved once he finds out that I did this with nothing but animated dead that he will have to train me!”<br>