Post by MasterCy on Jun 1, 2013 8:23:08 GMT -5
Thread Notes
Location: Luminasa
Time: 25 years ago to 5 years ago
Weather: Stormy at the start; sunny at the end
Notes
(WARNING: THIS IS A VERY POIGNANT EXCERPT!)
(Italicized paragraphs are Shin's own thoughts, while normal paragraphs and texts are narration.)
(Basically, telling the story of Shinto, to give everyone more sense to his reasons of personality and emotions and to show what he went through.)
Location: Luminasa
Time: 25 years ago to 5 years ago
Weather: Stormy at the start; sunny at the end
Notes
(WARNING: THIS IS A VERY POIGNANT EXCERPT!)
(Italicized paragraphs are Shin's own thoughts, while normal paragraphs and texts are narration.)
(Basically, telling the story of Shinto, to give everyone more sense to his reasons of personality and emotions and to show what he went through.)
The Story Of Shinto
Shinto Niman Kinato was born 25 years ago in the town of Luminasa. Born to his mother Ayaka, and his father Akihiko, all was well until their bundle of joy decided to leave home to train at the benefit of himself.
I left my parent’s home at eight years old, I remember how young I felt, but I knew how much my parents cared about me. I remember what my father said right before I left, “Shin, I want you to know how much I love you son, your Mother and me want you to do this, so you can protect yourself, this world is full of dangerous things, you need to learn how to protect yourself. No matter how tough it gets, I want you to muscle through it like the man you are and will be! You will be a great soldier son.”
I saw the love in my parent’s eyes, especially my mothers, except she was scared for me, I could see it through her deep baby-blue eyes. I got one last family hug before I left for the academy up north. I walked out of the doorway, knowing I wouldn’t see them for a long time.
I walked and walked and walked, down the dirt road to the academy it was raining heavily. When I got there I was completely exhausted but I was ready to learn.
I saw the leading officer of the training facility, and stepped up to him, stiff as a board.
“What are you doing here son?” He asked me.
“I was sent by my parents to train.” I answered wearily.
“You’re a little young aren’t ya?” He asked rhetorically. “Alright, you can train, but here are the rules: You will call me Sir from now on. You may not like the way I drill you but you will complete the drill no matter how difficult. If I ask of you something you will do it, and there will be no complaining. Lastly, you are a trainee now, you will be a soldier when you leave this place.”
“I will, Sir.” I said proudly.
I began my training that day, it was difficult I can’t lie. We drilled every day, we trained in sneaking, fighting, hiding, leading, and most of all my favorite part of the day, crafting. By the time I was in my last year my skill in craftsmanship was almost perfect. I could make any bow or arrow I wanted at lightning fast speed. The only problem was my concentration no matter how hard I tried in battle I couldn’t concentrate on making the tools. I tried and tried and tried, and I couldn’t do it. When the bow doesn’t work you’re defenseless. I finished my last year and left for home with my new bow and arrows.
[[From now on the story will be told in a first person narrative of Shinto. Please listen to this song at the second paragraph]]
Shinto walked back down the road he had taken 12 years ago. He came up the road to his home town, then he saw it. “Oh no!!” He screamed looking at the burning wreck of his hometown. He pulled out his bow and arrow with haste and sprinted into the burning town, ignoring all the other turmoil he ran up to his house.
The walls were completely destroyed, the only thing left standing was the door, he saw deep claw marks on the door. He felt the claw marks. “Draconeans!” He said steaming with rage. He ripped the door off of its already damaged hinges, and saw the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. His parents on the floor bodies cut mangled and each impaled by a broadsword. “MOM! DAD!” He screamed so loud he heard the reverberation off of the trees. He dropped his bow and arrow, and fell to the floor next to his dead parents. This grief-stricken moment was almost too much for Shin. His eyes poured waterfalls of tears, he couldn’t believe how anyone could have done this to his innocent parents. “WHY?!?!” He screamed to the skies. Sobbing he removed the broadswords impaling his parents, he moved them together, so they could leave this would in peace.
Wiping his tears he picked up his bow and arrows, and left the town going wherever the wind would take him.
