the walls stood tall, the gates shone like the morning sun, but what surprised Mina the was the fact that Yen called it his new home. "What do you mean?" she asked "how can you be so sure?" she added. and Yen replied "I don'tknow, but I have this great feeling that I'll spend most of my days here" "there are a lot of things I do without fully understanding them" he added "this is one of them" he said as he threw a lightning bolt at the gate forcing it open. Mina's expectation was for a large number of armed guards to immediately rush out and face them, but the actual response was quite calm. the gate opened and a single person came from within. a Middle aged man stood in front of Yen and Mina asking the questions "who are you? and w
Mina's agony was apparent. the tears that fell down her cheeks were filled with great sadness. on the other hand, Yen was sure that he had arrived in his destination, the problem was to do when he got there. he was aware of Mina's pain but he didn't know what to do about it, and before he could anything he was distracted by a loud voice that said "we have you surrounded. come out with your hands in the air" on hearing the voice, Mina's sadness immediately switched to anger. "I want those bastards dead" she said as she reached for her crossbow and got ready for battle. then she looked outside and saw the great number that she was up against. it was like a welcoming party of death. each one of them looked dangerous and hard to deal with and Mina immediately realized how irrational her decision was and crawled to the part of the deck that couldn't be seen from outside. "don't listen t
for days, the lightning walked past countless villages, scaled many mountains and crossed hundreds of rivers. he didn't know why he saved Uzo's life, he didn't know why he left the forest, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't even know who he was. all he knew was that he was going in the direction of where he should be. hunger and thirst could not stop him, neither could the dangers that lurked in the dark. there was nothing on his mind other than the direction he needed to go. this continued until he arrived at beach and couldn't go further. he was sure that he wasn't in the place he was meant to be but he could no longer tell which direction to go. as he contemplated his next decision laid on the sand and fell into a deep slumber. he slept for hours until he was finally woken up by the waves that crashed into him and after that a great amount of pain came upon his stomach
as we have come this far with the story, there is something that I have felt the need to do. you surely have noticed that some of the words I use are not common or do not exist in the English dictionary. well that's because they're not English (obviously). one could check on Google or use any other translation software but you might be led astray. not because the translation is wrong (it is sometimes) but because one word could mean different things and most translations don't take metaphor into account. what I'll be doing isn't translations. but rather, I'll be trying to let you see the meaning of those words from my own perspective. I won't be explaining much of unless I feel it's necessary. so without further ado, let's get into it.FUBUKI: this this is Japanese word for
"come to think of it, I don't know how my village came to be" "and now it's been destroyed and wiped out of history...." "wait....." "what is history?"these thoughts ran through Uzo's mind as he evaded the fleet's lasers and headed back towards the ruined village. he was glad when he saw the entire fleet follow him back and he was assured of his family's safety. as soon as he reached the outskirts of the village, he immediately sunk his arm into the ground and turned it as if he had held on to something. then suddenly two cannons rose up from the ground and began firing at the fleet. "my power amazes me sometimes" Uzo said as he sat back and watched the beautiful display of fireworks. The show was fun and all but it to come to an end at some point, and that point wasn't when neither
Uzo's most memorable moment took place in his childhood when his power first manifested.there was a time of the year when all the children in the village were brought before the prophets and asked various questions mostly their names and if they had any special ability. he remembered when his turn came to answer those questions. "what is your name?" the prophet asked calmly "Uzo'ndu" he replied. as soon as he uttered his own name, everything stopped for a moment and within that moment he saw multiple instances of his death within the next few days, all of which he could not understand and somehow knew how knew what to do to prevent it. The first step was to lie when he was asked the next question. "Do you have any special abilities?" "No" "Do you feel energy flowing through you?" "What's en
01011000, 10000101, 01-01-1000, 1000-01-01. The one thing all these numbers have in common is the memory that they trigger (and also the fact that they're binary but that's not the issue). once someone comes in contact with any of them, they are immediately reminded of the beginning of recorded history. one day the entire world gained what was perceived as free will. they never felt chained or forced against their will before then but after that day, they felt like they were finally able to do what they truly wanted. This led to a whole year's worth of chaos and was the first ever recorded event in history. events before that time could not be recorded because there was hardly anyone with memories of them and no one knew why(generally speaking). It was also a wonder why there were no records of the past before t
"magic, supernatural abilities, superpowers, talents, quirks... we call it many things depending were come from, what we learned and how it rolls off the tongue. Those who have it cultivate it and integrate into their daily lives, those who don't have it sometimes study it, but the question that study both sides is the question of its origin. hardly anyone in the world knows the origin of this thing we call 'magic' people have studied and searched but to no avail. there is no culture on earth that has any records of its origin. this was baffling to ⁶the archeologists, something so significant had no story that spoke of its origin. Human beings have searched without rest for an answer that I have. all they have to do is ask any priests but they don't want 'superstitious' answers. what they do not understand is that those 'superstitious' answers are true facts so they wallow in their answerless search.