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Posted 28 July 2010 - 12:25 AM
traeg... NO YOU ARE NOT DOING IT RIGHT!!
*grabs hammer from traeg*
this is the proper hammer to use..
*passes a one ton hammer to traeg*
not bash away..
*readies icantor foot to stomp on kaisider after traeg does the hammer thing right*
*grabs hammer from traeg*
this is the proper hammer to use..
*passes a one ton hammer to traeg*
not bash away..
*readies icantor foot to stomp on kaisider after traeg does the hammer thing right*
#89
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Posted 28 July 2010 - 12:30 AM
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Chapter 11
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Jax quietly walked down the stairs that leads away from Neela's room. Tylor and Gron both turned and looked at Jax.
"She's asleep. I had Miki watch over her in the mean time."
Tylor nodded and went back to sipping his cup of hot coffee. Gron twiddled his cup around by its handle, his face belying the fact that his mind is just in as much turmoil as Neela's mind was a few hours back.
Gron's thoughts kept going round and round inside his head. The Kut Ku spoke to Neela. So what does that mean? Does that mean that wyverns are sentient, that they have feelings like humans do? If so, doesn't that make killing them just the same as killing a fellow human being?
Gron looked up when Jax sat down. "Is she alright?"
Jax nodded. "She just needs some time to consider all this, that's all."
Looking at Tylor angrily, Jax tried to keep his voice calm but the edge of his anger somehow still manage to wiggle into his words. "Was that really necessary? Do we really need to have her find it out this way?"
Tylor quietly sipped his coffee with closed eyes. Just when he is about to answer Jax, he heard a faint creaking sound near the stairs. Glancing briefly in that direction with his eyes, he turned his attention back to Jax.
"She needs to know the extent of her abilities sooner or later, Jax. All in all, I believe she will adapt to it fine. Like you said, she just needs some time to sort it out herself."
"But come on. Seriously, the wyvern spoke to Neela? Maybe she was just tired. Hallucinating. You know. Things that happen to the mind when you're weak and tired." Gron cut in.
Seeing Tylor regard him with a penetrating gaze, Gron sighed to himself.
Putting down the coffee cup, Tylor crossed his thick arms across his chest. "In other words, you find it uncomfortable to know that wyverns are sentient?"
Gron refused to answer and kept his eyes on his cup of coffee, mimicking Jax.
"Let's not beat around the bushes this time and get to the point. Yes, Wyverns becomes more sentient the older they get. And there are some among the elders that have argued that wyverns also have emotions similar to our own. Anger, Sadness"
"Love?" Jax cut in.
Tylor shrugged. "Perhaps. There were not many who have the abilities to communicate with them and make it a hobby to study further on the subject"
"If that's the case, wouldn't that make us killing one just the same as killing a human?" Gron asked.
"In some ways, yes. But have you ever considered the fact that some wyverns are chaotic in nature, that they might be killing and harming humans not for food but for the sheer pleasure of it?"
Jax and Gron kept silent again.
"Was the Kut Ku chaotic in nature?" a voice spoke behind them.
Gron looked at Neela in alarm as she slowly stepped down the stairs. Jax and Tylor both did not seem to be surprised at this however.
"Couldn't you tell?" Tylor asked her and Neela shook her head in answer.
"Mmmm" Tylor rumbled in his chest.
"Was I supposed to be able to tell its nature?" Neela queried softly. Walking over to Jax's side of the table, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Miki, as usual, clung tenaciously to her back.
Before Tylor could answer her however, a knock on their door caught their attention. Jax hurried over to open the door.
"Elder!" Jax said in surprise.
"May I come in, young man?" the little woman looked up at Jax.
"Certainly" Flustered, Jax opened the door wider to permit the elderly woman and two guards carrying a large chest to enter. Setting the chest down near the doorway, the two guards left the house after receiving a nod from the elderly woman.
Just as the elder is hopping up and sitting down on one of the living room chairs comfortably, Wayne entered the living room from one of the side doors that led to his forge.
"I have brought some of the useable remains of the Blue Kut Ku for you, Wayne. I am sure there is enough for you to make a whole suit of Kut Ku armor with them." Wayne nodded gratefully at the Elder.
"And with your permission, Elder" Jax said suddenly, "I would like Neela to have that armor to wear" Five pairs of eyes instantly focused on Jax.
"But I don't want…." began Neela but Jax interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear your excuses anymore, Neela. You will wear that armor or I will cut you off from the team."
Neela paled. Jax knew instinctively that tears were now pooling in her eyes but he refused to look at her. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
Coughing softly, Elder nodded her head. "Yes, in fact, I was actually going to suggest the armor be given to her. But what about you, Jax? Your mismatched armor of Velociprey and Cephalos armor is not exactly suitable for any future missions."
Jax shrugged unconcernedly. "I'm sure something will come about eventually. So in the meantime, Neela gets that armor. Ok, Neela?" Jax looked at Neela. She made a small nod of her head but kept her face averted by having her head bowed low.
Jax sighed softly to himself, wishing he had used a different method to get her to wear the Kut Ku armor. But Neela could be pretty stubborn at times.
"There is also another matter that needs to be addressed" Tylor spoke in a business-like tone of voice. "Neela, the Long Sword is not your weapon."
"But….." Neela began again, raising her head in confusion to look at her tall brother.
"Listen first, Neela. You are agile and swift on your feet, certainly, but you simply do not have the skill nor the strength to handle a Long Sword efficiently. And if you are going to be of better use to the team in future, you are going to have to use a different weapon more suited to your abilities." The Elder nodded in agreement with his words.
"But…" Neela hedged again but stopped. How could she tell them that she started on long sword training just because of the simple fact that the sword was given to her by Jax. She didn't think they would understand and bowed her head low, keeping silent.
"Mmmmm." Gron rumbled in thought. "Then that's settled I suppose. I guess we can have Jax use her Long Sword while getting her a different weapon." He began to calculate the cost of a new weapon from the money they earned together in past missions in his mind.
"That will not be necessary. I believe that Wayne has something for the both of them." Wayne nodded at Tylor and headed for his forge.
"Gron, can you come and give me a hand?"
"Ok" Gron answered Wayne and followed.
While Tylor went back to closing his eyes with his arms across his chest, the Elder followed suit and closed her eyes, waiting patiently.
Jax reached under the table and held Neela's hand. "Forgive me, Neela. I don't know why I said that to you. It's just that…" Jax tried to explain softly.
Neela surprised him when she reached out and grip his hand hard in return. "I know, Jax. You just wanted what was best for me. But I…."
Just then, Wayne step back into the living room with Gron, who is carrying a big chest and accidentally bumped noisily with the door frame. Neela instantly lets go and Jax withdrew his hand.
But Jax wasn't paying attention to Gron. He was looking with wide eyes at the weapon that his father is holding. It is a scythe, but from what sort, he couldn't tell. It is as long as he was tall and reddish in color, looking very much like it is made more from bone than from metal. Though its sickle like blade looks bulky and dull, Jax knew without a doubt that it was extremely sharp.
Grinning from the look on Jax's face, Wayne directed Gron to set the chest on the living room guest table. Jax immediately stood up when his father walked up to him.
"Try not to break it on your next hunt, alright?" Wayne teased and gave Jax a wink of an eye. Grinning shamefacedly, Jax reached out and took hold of the amazing weapon, feeling a slight tingle ripple beneath his fingers when he touched it.
"Thanks, Dad"
"And now, Neela, come over here", walking over the chest that Gron helped carry, Wayne motioned for Neela to approach him. Approaching her surrogate father somewhat nervously, she found herself strangely frightened.
Reaching into the chest, Wayne brought out the weapon within. At first, Neela couldn't tell what kind of weapon it is because of the bright light reflecting off it. But when her eyes adjusted, she gasped.
The weapon was a bow. But it was unlike any other bow she had ever seen in her young life. When viewed from the front, it was in the shape of any 'X'. Covered with thick ring-like scales that shimmered with a metallic mirror-like finish, the bow made everyone but Wayne to stare at the magnificent weapon in awe.
Suddenly there was a soft thud behind Wayne, followed by the fast patter of small feet. Wayne whirled around in surprise to find the Elder standing behind him, her strangely bright eyes focused intensely on the bow. Reaching out a trembling finger, it looks like she was about to touch the bow. But before she even touched it, a flood of tears poured forth from her eyes and she collapse to her knees.
"Elder!" Neela gasp in surprise and rushed to her side. Putting her arms around the elder in concern, she watched in confusion as the elderly woman cried silently.
Confused himself, Jax glanced at Tylor and found the tall man still sitting on his chair, eyes closed. Jax found himself wondering whether there was anything in this world at all that could move the man.
"Elder?" Wayne said in concern, kneeling down and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm alright" The Elder replied with a raise of her hand. "Help me to my chair"
Without hesitating, Wayne handed the bow to Neela and lifted the elder to her chair. When seated, the elder stared at Wayne with an intense look, making the man shift from foot to foot uncomfortably.
"Where did you get that?" the elder whispered piercingly.
"We salvaged it from Evan's home a few months after the attack" Tylor replied instead and the elder turned her burning gaze on him. "It was hidden in a secret cellar under the house along with this armor and my sword" Tylor spoke and thumped himself on the chest with his fist.
The Elder bowed her head at this and a few minutes of uncomfortable silence reigned.
"Come look for me tomorrow morning, Neela" the Elder spoke suddenly. "I will train you to use that bow and your abilities more efficiently"
"My abilities?" Neela asked in some confusion.
"She meant your abilities to communicate with wyverns, among other things" Jax answered for the elder. At this, Tylor opened his eyes and glanced at Jax with a strange look in his eyes.
Gron caught the look and was about to comment on it when a shimmering of light in the middle of the living room table caught his attention. Surprised, Gron turned his attention on it and watch in surprise as it materialized into the shape of a small lizard like creature. Light greenish purple in color, with small stubby wings, the small creature look very much like a small chameleon.
"What the…..?" Gron breathed.
"That's an elder dragon hatchling" Jax said calmly. "My people have been using that as message carriers. I believe they called it a Chameleos."
At this, Tylor narrowed his eyes alarmingly but Jax didn't notice as he eyed the little dragon intensely, as if studying and memorizing every detail of it.
"Then the dragon…..." Neela began.
"Belongs to Tylor" Jax finished for her. "I presume that it bears a message to Tylor from the other hunters that manage to survive the assault on Krator village."
Tylor kept silent and continued to regard Jax with that menacing look.
Reaching out a thick finger as if to pat the little dragon on its head, Gron suddenly leaped out of his chair with a loud bellow of pain. So fast that it seemed a blur to her, Neela thought she saw the little creature snapped something out of its mouth at Gron's finger. She couldn't help it and covered her mouth as she giggled at the sight of Gron wringing his finger and hopping around in pain.
"Holy cow. My finger is bleeding!" Gron breathed in awe as he looked at his bleeding finger. Jax smirked a little at the corner of his mouth.
"How do you know all this, Jax?" Tylor asked with a lethally calm voice. Jax's smirk immediately vanished.
Lowering his head a little as if in shame, Jax told him about the dream he had while Tylor was out capturing the Blue Yian Kut Ku. As they listened to this, both the face of Wayne and Tylor became grim.
"You saw your grandfather in your dream? And he told you all this?" Wayne asked in a strangled voice. Jax nodded while keeping his eyes downcast.
"What else did he tell you, Jax?" Tylor questioned, again in that lethal sounding voice. Jax stubbornly kept quiet.
Knowing he was not going to get any answer from Jax now, Tylor turned his attention to the little dragon. Tapping the table softly with three knocks, Tylor waited. The little dragon immediately raise its small wings showing a small little leather looking case attached to the underside of its left wing.
Reaching out and removing a small rolled up message from inside the small case, Tylor opened it and quickly scanned the contents. Making a small nod to himself, he tucked the note inside his breast plate armor and made a sharp whistle. The small dragon immediately flapped its wings and took flight as it slowly shimmered out of sight.
Crossing his thick arms across his chest again, Tylor sighed softly to himself.
"You are correct, Jax. We used the hatchlings to relay messages the way Hawks are used in Pokke Village. It has been that way ever since the hunter villages were first founded."
Glancing at Gron, Tylor continued, "Your village also utilized the hatchlings to relay the latest happenings with our own village in the past."
"My village?" Gron said in surprise. "What else do you know about my village?" Gron's father died in a hunting accident here in Pokke village when Gron was still a small lad. Orphaned then, Jax had came along and build a friendship with the lonely boy, doing odd jobs around the village and sharing the pay together. There was much about his own origins that he was unsure about.
"I only know that our village founders were friends since before the individual hunter villages were founded and that they all fought together during the Great Wyvern Wars. Krator village was founded by one who goes by the name of Melkor. He trained the people who settled in his village in the use of Greatswords, Long Swords and Heavy Bowguns. Your village was founded by a man named Belthic. He specialized in the use of Hammers and hunting Horns. Your people were well known for their brute strength and it served them well in the war."
"What happened in the end?"Gron asked without thinking.
Startled, Tylor looked at Gron, "What do you mean?"
"Errrr, I mean, what happened to our founders?"
"Hmmm, I don't think anyone knows the answer to that. They just got together one fine day for one final hunt and that's the last anyone has heard of them. But their legacy lived on."
Suddenly giving Wayne a nod of his head, Wayne nodded back at Tylor in understanding. Wayne stood up from his chair and spoke, "Jax, come and give me a hand with something in the forge."
Not answering, Jax stood up to follow his father.
Soon as the door closed, Tylor leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table with his fingers linked together. Neela looked at him in consternation.
"We will have to keep a careful eye on Jax from now onwards." Tylor spoke suddenly. Puzzled, Gron and Neela listened. "I think he knows a lot more than he is letting on."
"Please explain yourself." Elder spoke impatiently.
"I don't like this dream he is having with my Sensei. We have a saying among my people in regards to this. When someone keeps dreaming about relatives that have long since passed away, they said it means…." Tylor hesitated, wondering whether he should let the others know or not.
"What is it, Brother?" Neela asked in concern.
Sighing softly to himself first, Tylor replied, "It means that the dreamer is going to die."
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Jax quietly walked down the stairs that leads away from Neela's room. Tylor and Gron both turned and looked at Jax.
"She's asleep. I had Miki watch over her in the mean time."
Tylor nodded and went back to sipping his cup of hot coffee. Gron twiddled his cup around by its handle, his face belying the fact that his mind is just in as much turmoil as Neela's mind was a few hours back.
Gron's thoughts kept going round and round inside his head. The Kut Ku spoke to Neela. So what does that mean? Does that mean that wyverns are sentient, that they have feelings like humans do? If so, doesn't that make killing them just the same as killing a fellow human being?
Gron looked up when Jax sat down. "Is she alright?"
Jax nodded. "She just needs some time to consider all this, that's all."
Looking at Tylor angrily, Jax tried to keep his voice calm but the edge of his anger somehow still manage to wiggle into his words. "Was that really necessary? Do we really need to have her find it out this way?"
Tylor quietly sipped his coffee with closed eyes. Just when he is about to answer Jax, he heard a faint creaking sound near the stairs. Glancing briefly in that direction with his eyes, he turned his attention back to Jax.
"She needs to know the extent of her abilities sooner or later, Jax. All in all, I believe she will adapt to it fine. Like you said, she just needs some time to sort it out herself."
"But come on. Seriously, the wyvern spoke to Neela? Maybe she was just tired. Hallucinating. You know. Things that happen to the mind when you're weak and tired." Gron cut in.
Seeing Tylor regard him with a penetrating gaze, Gron sighed to himself.
Putting down the coffee cup, Tylor crossed his thick arms across his chest. "In other words, you find it uncomfortable to know that wyverns are sentient?"
Gron refused to answer and kept his eyes on his cup of coffee, mimicking Jax.
"Let's not beat around the bushes this time and get to the point. Yes, Wyverns becomes more sentient the older they get. And there are some among the elders that have argued that wyverns also have emotions similar to our own. Anger, Sadness"
"Love?" Jax cut in.
Tylor shrugged. "Perhaps. There were not many who have the abilities to communicate with them and make it a hobby to study further on the subject"
"If that's the case, wouldn't that make us killing one just the same as killing a human?" Gron asked.
"In some ways, yes. But have you ever considered the fact that some wyverns are chaotic in nature, that they might be killing and harming humans not for food but for the sheer pleasure of it?"
Jax and Gron kept silent again.
"Was the Kut Ku chaotic in nature?" a voice spoke behind them.
Gron looked at Neela in alarm as she slowly stepped down the stairs. Jax and Tylor both did not seem to be surprised at this however.
"Couldn't you tell?" Tylor asked her and Neela shook her head in answer.
"Mmmm" Tylor rumbled in his chest.
"Was I supposed to be able to tell its nature?" Neela queried softly. Walking over to Jax's side of the table, she pulled out a chair and sat down. Miki, as usual, clung tenaciously to her back.
Before Tylor could answer her however, a knock on their door caught their attention. Jax hurried over to open the door.
"Elder!" Jax said in surprise.
"May I come in, young man?" the little woman looked up at Jax.
"Certainly" Flustered, Jax opened the door wider to permit the elderly woman and two guards carrying a large chest to enter. Setting the chest down near the doorway, the two guards left the house after receiving a nod from the elderly woman.
Just as the elder is hopping up and sitting down on one of the living room chairs comfortably, Wayne entered the living room from one of the side doors that led to his forge.
"I have brought some of the useable remains of the Blue Kut Ku for you, Wayne. I am sure there is enough for you to make a whole suit of Kut Ku armor with them." Wayne nodded gratefully at the Elder.
"And with your permission, Elder" Jax said suddenly, "I would like Neela to have that armor to wear" Five pairs of eyes instantly focused on Jax.
"But I don't want…." began Neela but Jax interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear your excuses anymore, Neela. You will wear that armor or I will cut you off from the team."
Neela paled. Jax knew instinctively that tears were now pooling in her eyes but he refused to look at her. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
Coughing softly, Elder nodded her head. "Yes, in fact, I was actually going to suggest the armor be given to her. But what about you, Jax? Your mismatched armor of Velociprey and Cephalos armor is not exactly suitable for any future missions."
Jax shrugged unconcernedly. "I'm sure something will come about eventually. So in the meantime, Neela gets that armor. Ok, Neela?" Jax looked at Neela. She made a small nod of her head but kept her face averted by having her head bowed low.
Jax sighed softly to himself, wishing he had used a different method to get her to wear the Kut Ku armor. But Neela could be pretty stubborn at times.
"There is also another matter that needs to be addressed" Tylor spoke in a business-like tone of voice. "Neela, the Long Sword is not your weapon."
"But….." Neela began again, raising her head in confusion to look at her tall brother.
"Listen first, Neela. You are agile and swift on your feet, certainly, but you simply do not have the skill nor the strength to handle a Long Sword efficiently. And if you are going to be of better use to the team in future, you are going to have to use a different weapon more suited to your abilities." The Elder nodded in agreement with his words.
"But…" Neela hedged again but stopped. How could she tell them that she started on long sword training just because of the simple fact that the sword was given to her by Jax. She didn't think they would understand and bowed her head low, keeping silent.
"Mmmmm." Gron rumbled in thought. "Then that's settled I suppose. I guess we can have Jax use her Long Sword while getting her a different weapon." He began to calculate the cost of a new weapon from the money they earned together in past missions in his mind.
"That will not be necessary. I believe that Wayne has something for the both of them." Wayne nodded at Tylor and headed for his forge.
"Gron, can you come and give me a hand?"
"Ok" Gron answered Wayne and followed.
While Tylor went back to closing his eyes with his arms across his chest, the Elder followed suit and closed her eyes, waiting patiently.
Jax reached under the table and held Neela's hand. "Forgive me, Neela. I don't know why I said that to you. It's just that…" Jax tried to explain softly.
Neela surprised him when she reached out and grip his hand hard in return. "I know, Jax. You just wanted what was best for me. But I…."
Just then, Wayne step back into the living room with Gron, who is carrying a big chest and accidentally bumped noisily with the door frame. Neela instantly lets go and Jax withdrew his hand.
But Jax wasn't paying attention to Gron. He was looking with wide eyes at the weapon that his father is holding. It is a scythe, but from what sort, he couldn't tell. It is as long as he was tall and reddish in color, looking very much like it is made more from bone than from metal. Though its sickle like blade looks bulky and dull, Jax knew without a doubt that it was extremely sharp.
Grinning from the look on Jax's face, Wayne directed Gron to set the chest on the living room guest table. Jax immediately stood up when his father walked up to him.
"Try not to break it on your next hunt, alright?" Wayne teased and gave Jax a wink of an eye. Grinning shamefacedly, Jax reached out and took hold of the amazing weapon, feeling a slight tingle ripple beneath his fingers when he touched it.
"Thanks, Dad"
"And now, Neela, come over here", walking over the chest that Gron helped carry, Wayne motioned for Neela to approach him. Approaching her surrogate father somewhat nervously, she found herself strangely frightened.
Reaching into the chest, Wayne brought out the weapon within. At first, Neela couldn't tell what kind of weapon it is because of the bright light reflecting off it. But when her eyes adjusted, she gasped.
The weapon was a bow. But it was unlike any other bow she had ever seen in her young life. When viewed from the front, it was in the shape of any 'X'. Covered with thick ring-like scales that shimmered with a metallic mirror-like finish, the bow made everyone but Wayne to stare at the magnificent weapon in awe.
Suddenly there was a soft thud behind Wayne, followed by the fast patter of small feet. Wayne whirled around in surprise to find the Elder standing behind him, her strangely bright eyes focused intensely on the bow. Reaching out a trembling finger, it looks like she was about to touch the bow. But before she even touched it, a flood of tears poured forth from her eyes and she collapse to her knees.
"Elder!" Neela gasp in surprise and rushed to her side. Putting her arms around the elder in concern, she watched in confusion as the elderly woman cried silently.
Confused himself, Jax glanced at Tylor and found the tall man still sitting on his chair, eyes closed. Jax found himself wondering whether there was anything in this world at all that could move the man.
"Elder?" Wayne said in concern, kneeling down and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm alright" The Elder replied with a raise of her hand. "Help me to my chair"
Without hesitating, Wayne handed the bow to Neela and lifted the elder to her chair. When seated, the elder stared at Wayne with an intense look, making the man shift from foot to foot uncomfortably.
"Where did you get that?" the elder whispered piercingly.
"We salvaged it from Evan's home a few months after the attack" Tylor replied instead and the elder turned her burning gaze on him. "It was hidden in a secret cellar under the house along with this armor and my sword" Tylor spoke and thumped himself on the chest with his fist.
The Elder bowed her head at this and a few minutes of uncomfortable silence reigned.
"Come look for me tomorrow morning, Neela" the Elder spoke suddenly. "I will train you to use that bow and your abilities more efficiently"
"My abilities?" Neela asked in some confusion.
"She meant your abilities to communicate with wyverns, among other things" Jax answered for the elder. At this, Tylor opened his eyes and glanced at Jax with a strange look in his eyes.
Gron caught the look and was about to comment on it when a shimmering of light in the middle of the living room table caught his attention. Surprised, Gron turned his attention on it and watch in surprise as it materialized into the shape of a small lizard like creature. Light greenish purple in color, with small stubby wings, the small creature look very much like a small chameleon.
"What the…..?" Gron breathed.
"That's an elder dragon hatchling" Jax said calmly. "My people have been using that as message carriers. I believe they called it a Chameleos."
At this, Tylor narrowed his eyes alarmingly but Jax didn't notice as he eyed the little dragon intensely, as if studying and memorizing every detail of it.
"Then the dragon…..." Neela began.
"Belongs to Tylor" Jax finished for her. "I presume that it bears a message to Tylor from the other hunters that manage to survive the assault on Krator village."
Tylor kept silent and continued to regard Jax with that menacing look.
Reaching out a thick finger as if to pat the little dragon on its head, Gron suddenly leaped out of his chair with a loud bellow of pain. So fast that it seemed a blur to her, Neela thought she saw the little creature snapped something out of its mouth at Gron's finger. She couldn't help it and covered her mouth as she giggled at the sight of Gron wringing his finger and hopping around in pain.
"Holy cow. My finger is bleeding!" Gron breathed in awe as he looked at his bleeding finger. Jax smirked a little at the corner of his mouth.
"How do you know all this, Jax?" Tylor asked with a lethally calm voice. Jax's smirk immediately vanished.
Lowering his head a little as if in shame, Jax told him about the dream he had while Tylor was out capturing the Blue Yian Kut Ku. As they listened to this, both the face of Wayne and Tylor became grim.
"You saw your grandfather in your dream? And he told you all this?" Wayne asked in a strangled voice. Jax nodded while keeping his eyes downcast.
"What else did he tell you, Jax?" Tylor questioned, again in that lethal sounding voice. Jax stubbornly kept quiet.
Knowing he was not going to get any answer from Jax now, Tylor turned his attention to the little dragon. Tapping the table softly with three knocks, Tylor waited. The little dragon immediately raise its small wings showing a small little leather looking case attached to the underside of its left wing.
Reaching out and removing a small rolled up message from inside the small case, Tylor opened it and quickly scanned the contents. Making a small nod to himself, he tucked the note inside his breast plate armor and made a sharp whistle. The small dragon immediately flapped its wings and took flight as it slowly shimmered out of sight.
Crossing his thick arms across his chest again, Tylor sighed softly to himself.
"You are correct, Jax. We used the hatchlings to relay messages the way Hawks are used in Pokke Village. It has been that way ever since the hunter villages were first founded."
Glancing at Gron, Tylor continued, "Your village also utilized the hatchlings to relay the latest happenings with our own village in the past."
"My village?" Gron said in surprise. "What else do you know about my village?" Gron's father died in a hunting accident here in Pokke village when Gron was still a small lad. Orphaned then, Jax had came along and build a friendship with the lonely boy, doing odd jobs around the village and sharing the pay together. There was much about his own origins that he was unsure about.
"I only know that our village founders were friends since before the individual hunter villages were founded and that they all fought together during the Great Wyvern Wars. Krator village was founded by one who goes by the name of Melkor. He trained the people who settled in his village in the use of Greatswords, Long Swords and Heavy Bowguns. Your village was founded by a man named Belthic. He specialized in the use of Hammers and hunting Horns. Your people were well known for their brute strength and it served them well in the war."
"What happened in the end?"Gron asked without thinking.
Startled, Tylor looked at Gron, "What do you mean?"
"Errrr, I mean, what happened to our founders?"
"Hmmm, I don't think anyone knows the answer to that. They just got together one fine day for one final hunt and that's the last anyone has heard of them. But their legacy lived on."
Suddenly giving Wayne a nod of his head, Wayne nodded back at Tylor in understanding. Wayne stood up from his chair and spoke, "Jax, come and give me a hand with something in the forge."
Not answering, Jax stood up to follow his father.
Soon as the door closed, Tylor leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table with his fingers linked together. Neela looked at him in consternation.
"We will have to keep a careful eye on Jax from now onwards." Tylor spoke suddenly. Puzzled, Gron and Neela listened. "I think he knows a lot more than he is letting on."
"Please explain yourself." Elder spoke impatiently.
"I don't like this dream he is having with my Sensei. We have a saying among my people in regards to this. When someone keeps dreaming about relatives that have long since passed away, they said it means…." Tylor hesitated, wondering whether he should let the others know or not.
"What is it, Brother?" Neela asked in concern.
Sighing softly to himself first, Tylor replied, "It means that the dreamer is going to die."
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It was night time when Neela pulled herself off her bed. She couldn't sleep. The words her brother used kept ringing inside her head. If it had been anyone else but her brother who had made such a statement, she would have laughed it off without much thought.
Deeply disturbed than she thought possible, she dressed up in her Giaprey armor and softly tiptoed her way out of her room, not wanting to wake up Miki who was sleeping soundly on her bed. Going down the stairs, she came up to Jax's bedroom door and silently opened it.
Stealthily sneaking into the room, she watched silently as Jax slept on undisturbed, snoring softly every once in a while. Jax must be dead tired since he stayed up real late with Wayne tomake the Blue Kut Ku armor for her.
Slowly creeping up to the bed, she first laid her hands on Jax chest, feeling his heart beat strongly. Then unable to overcome her feelings, she slowly laid her head on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall from his breathing. Jax slept on unaware, a fine proof that he was exhausted else he would have probably woken up at the feel of someone creeping up his bed, flushing a deep red.
Raising her head, she looked closely at Jax slumbering face, feeling a sharp sting in her heart.
"You're not going to leave me, are you, Jax?" She whispered softly. Feeling her eyes starting to tear, she quickly moved her face away from Jax, fearful that her tears would drip on Jax and wake him up.
Watching him sleep on peacefully, Neela tightened her lips into a thin line and decided on a resolution. As silently as she came, she left the room.
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The Elder was at her usual spot, staring off into the distant snow mountains when she heard footsteps crunch through the soft snow behind her.
"You are early" She spoke.
Neela stood behind the elder, resolutely clinging on to her bow and keeping silent. As long as she could remember, she never could seem to recall any moments where she saw the elderly woman sleeping.
Tylor however, slept in his customary cross-legged position, his arms across his chest and leaning his back against the Sacred Mount. Neela had once tried to convince her brother to sleep in Wayne's guest room, but her brother had simply replied that he wasn't used to sleeping under a roof anymore and Neela had left it at that.
Ever since the Elder had begun to fortify and strengthen the village defenses, she had also ordered the construction of several open air stages close to the Sacred Mount where wooden dummies, archery targets and the like were constructed. Here, she had most of the villagers as well as new hunter recruits undergo basic combat and archery training.
Several torches were set around the area, providing illumination in the dark night. Pointing a finger wordlessly at the archery targets, the elder continued to look off into the distant mountains. Without a word, Neela began her archery practice.
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"Dad, Neela's not in her room" Jax shouted as he stomped down the stairs, Miki riding smoothly on his back.
"No worries, Jax. She's off to her lessons with the Elder" Wayne said without looking up. He was diligently polishing the Kut Ku helm he just finished making last night. The rest of the armor, chest plates, gauntlets and leg greaves were all ready and shining on the living room table.
"Oh. Ok." Jax headed for the door.
"Not so fast young man!" Wayne suddenly spoke and put down the helm on the table. Standing up and walking over to Jax, Wayne wiped his hands dry on his forge apron.
Stopping in his tracks, Jax looked at his father questioningly.
"First we are going to wait for Gron to come. Then when he does, I am going to give both you and Gron a haircut"
"Huh?" Jax's eyes widened. "But I don't need a haircut."
"Sure you do. Wanna know why?" Wayne grinned mysteriously at Jax.
Without warning, his father grabbed Jax's left hand with his right hand and hooked a leg behind Jax. Reaching his left hand behind Jax, Wayne grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked. Jax fell heavily backwards with a loud thud.
Though his father barely came up to his shoulder in height, Wayne looked as tall as a mountain from his prone position. Jax could only gasp in disbelief as he laid flat on the floor. Miki had instinctively leaped out of the way when Wayne first grabbed Jax.
Turning to face the door, Wayne looked at Gron who just happened to open the door and saw Jax being bested by his own father.
"Any more questions?" Wayne asked with a smirk.
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Neela practiced all night till morning. By that time, she was not only practicing to shoot with relative accuracy from a standing point, she was now learning to shoot after making a sideway dodge roll and so on. More often than not after making these difficult maneuvers, she still managed to shoot several well placed arrows at the archery targets.
"How is she doing?" Watching Neela practiced, Tylor directed the question at the elderly woman who stood to his side.
"She has a natural talent for the Longbow. I seriously did not consider it possible that she will be able to get this far in just a few hours."
"Mmmm" Tylor rumbled just as Jax and Gron showed up in the training grounds. Neela was just about to stop and rest a while when she caught sight of her team mates. A bit tired to notice at first, Neela thought to herself that both of them look weird today. When she finally figured out why, she broke into laughter.
A bit peeved at this as they walked up to her, Jax said grumpily to her, "Well, at least you're in a good mood today."
"I'm sorry, Jax." Neela said as she tried to control her mirth. When she finally calm down from laughing, she took a careful look at the both of them.
"Well, I thought you guys looked weird at first but now, I think it kind of makes the both of you look dashing." Neela grinned at them.
"Why do I get this feeling that you are still laughing at us?" Gron said testily and Neela broke into laughter again. Unable to resist the infectious mood set by Neela's laughter, Jax grinned along with her.
"Well, let's go and get breakfast, Neela." Jax said and turned to head for the tavern. Miki jumped off from Jax's back and leaped to Neela's.
"Not yet, Jax. I think I am going to practice on my bow further." Neela said and went back to her archery practice. Caught off guard, Jax and Gron could only stare at her in surprise. Not once in their life had Neela ever turned down any offers of free food.
"I think I'll join you guys for breakfast." Tylor said unexpectedly. Walking towards them, Tylor caught the pale look on Jax's face.
"Don't worry, I'll handle the food expenses myself." Tylor said with a grin.
"Uhh. I didn't mean it that way……" Jax began.
"Sure you do." Tylor said cheerfully and gave Jax a hearty clap to the back, almost sending Jax crashing head first into the snow.
Rubbing his shoulder a bit ruefully, Jax nonetheless laughed along with Gron and followed Tylor.
Neela relaxed her hold on her bow and glance at their direction. Watching her brother share a rare mood of cheeriness with Jax and Gron, she felt herself relaxed a little at the sight of them laughing together.
"Neela?"
Flushing a bright red, Neela quickly turned and face the elder, certain that she is going to be scolded for losing concentration in her practice. "Yes, Ma'am?"
"Take a look at the arrows you shot at the targets. Can you see anything wrong with them?"
Neela squinted her eyes and looked. Most of the arrows are well within the circles of the targets, but none at the bull's eye. For the life of her, she couldn't tell what's wrong with the arrows she shot. Looking at the Elder again, she shook her head.
"Very well. Hand me your bow." Neela complied.
Because the Bow was almost twice as long as the Elder was tall, she held it at a horizontal angle and pulled back on the bowstring. Having a shorter arm than Neela, the elderly woman is also unable to pull back fully on the bow.
Neela looked and softly gasped to herself. The arrow head began to glow a fiery white in color and before she knew it, it flashed out of her vision in an instant. Confused, she looked at the archery targets and the blood drained from her face.
The arrow struck neatly into the bull's eye and not only that, it sunk all the way through until only an inch of its feathered tail end showed in the canvas. Now Neela can see what the elder has been trying to show her. All her arrows stuck thinly through the canvas targets while the Elder's arrow penetrated deeply. She tried to imagine her arrows hitting on the thick armored scales of wyverns and she flushed in shame at her lack of skill.
"There is a reason why Jax insisted on the Blue Kut Ku armor to be given to you", the Elder spoke suddenly. "Armors made from the hides and bones of wyverns have a way of enhancing certain abilities on the wearer. But some have the unfortunate property to cause the wearer to be weaker in a certain way as well."
"The same goes for weapons made from wyverns. Take Jax's new weapon for example. It has the ability to scorch upon impact, provided the user knows how to activate this ability of the weapon."
Neela thought very carefully with this new information. "Then what do I have to do to activate the bows special abilities?"
"With your emotions", the elder replied simply.
"My emotions?", Neela wondered aloud.
"Your anger to be exact", the Elder said. "But be warned, it would not be wise to pour all your emotions into one shot. It has a way of sapping your strength if you do. Send in too much and you might lose your life in the process."
Neela's eyes grew wide at this. "I see. Was the Long Bow your specialty in the past, Elder?"
The elderly woman sighed softly to herself, eyes gazing sadly at the bow in her hands. "No, Neela. This is the first time I used a bow."
Neela's mind spun in confusion. "But I thought…." Neela began but stopped mid way.
"You thought that this bow once belongs to me?", Elder asked. Neela nodded.
Fingering the ring-like scales on the bow gently, almost lovingly, the elderly woman sighed softly to herself. "Once when I was young, I had a brother who specialized in the use of long bows and I in the use of Swords and shields"
"We both fought in the Great Wyvern Wars and in one of the battles, the troops we travelled with were decimated by a pair of Kushala Daora's. We had no choice but to flee the battle and in the process, we got lost in a swamp."
Neela listened in silence, her head dizzied by this information. The Great Wyvern Wars happened almost one hundred and fifty years ago. She knew the Elder was old but to think she had lived well over a century certainly never occurred to her.
"We were attacked again in the swamp by something. It was dark and raining then, we couldn't see well. I don't think even an army of hunters could handle the creature", the elderly woman continued.
Lifting the side of her shirt up, the Elder showed a long ugly scar that slashed through her side. "I was mortally wounded and things got confused then. That's the last time I saw my brother."
Then a few minutes of silence stretched forth. The elderly woman continued to gaze at the bow in her hands.
"So the bow belonged to your brother?", Neela tried again.
The Elder shook her head.
"I believed that this bow IS my brother." The words shivered in the chill winter air.
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Jax just shoved the last spoonful of food into his mouth when the tavern door banged open loudly.
"Jax, the Elder requests your presence immediately." Nemesis growled roughly.
Jax exchanged a look with Gron and Tylor and they all hurried to follow Nemesis. Upon reaching the Elder, Jax glance at the Archery practice ground. Neela is not there.
"Elder, where is Neela?" Jax asked.
"I send her off on an errand." The elder said impatiently.
"What?! You send her off somewhere without us?" Jax began but the Elder stared at him with a fierce eye and he stammered silent.
"I did not ask for you to discuss about Neela." Using her cane, she pointed it towards the jungles, a rough journey of about an hour from the arena. "A red signal flare was launched from there a few minutes ago."
" A Red signal flare? Is that the teams sent to protect the miners at the volcanic regions?" Gron asked. Red signal flares are used by hunter teams to signal for help.
"I believe so. Now head on over there and provide backup." The Elder stated.
"But what about Neela? Shouldn't we look for her and get her to come with us?" Jax said.
But Nemesis gave him and Gron a rough shove. "You have your orders. MOVE!"
Jax looked at Gron and received a nod in return. They were given an order and there was no backing off this time. They started to run for the jungles when Jax stopped and turned back to look at Tylor.
"Tylor?"
"I'm not coming with you this time, Jax." Tylor said simply. "Go!"
Not having much choice in this matter, Jax ran and Gron followed.
Tylor glanced at their receding forms mutely and after a moment, closed his eyes as if to concentrate on something. Then sensing something, he opened his eyes and stared down to the other side of the snowy mountain on which Pokke village was situated on.
Squinting his eyes, he could not see but sense Neela heading down that area.
"You are aware that if anything were to happen to Sarah, I would tear down this miserable village down around your ears?" Tylor said with lethal calm.
Nemesis heard him and growled angrily in his chest.
The Elder held up her hand to stop Nemesis from doing anything. "I have faith in Neela, as should you."
Tylor kept silent.
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It was night time when Neela pulled herself off her bed. She couldn't sleep. The words her brother used kept ringing inside her head. If it had been anyone else but her brother who had made such a statement, she would have laughed it off without much thought.
Deeply disturbed than she thought possible, she dressed up in her Giaprey armor and softly tiptoed her way out of her room, not wanting to wake up Miki who was sleeping soundly on her bed. Going down the stairs, she came up to Jax's bedroom door and silently opened it.
Stealthily sneaking into the room, she watched silently as Jax slept on undisturbed, snoring softly every once in a while. Jax must be dead tired since he stayed up real late with Wayne tomake the Blue Kut Ku armor for her.
Slowly creeping up to the bed, she first laid her hands on Jax chest, feeling his heart beat strongly. Then unable to overcome her feelings, she slowly laid her head on his chest, feeling his chest rise and fall from his breathing. Jax slept on unaware, a fine proof that he was exhausted else he would have probably woken up at the feel of someone creeping up his bed, flushing a deep red.
Raising her head, she looked closely at Jax slumbering face, feeling a sharp sting in her heart.
"You're not going to leave me, are you, Jax?" She whispered softly. Feeling her eyes starting to tear, she quickly moved her face away from Jax, fearful that her tears would drip on Jax and wake him up.
Watching him sleep on peacefully, Neela tightened her lips into a thin line and decided on a resolution. As silently as she came, she left the room.
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The Elder was at her usual spot, staring off into the distant snow mountains when she heard footsteps crunch through the soft snow behind her.
"You are early" She spoke.
Neela stood behind the elder, resolutely clinging on to her bow and keeping silent. As long as she could remember, she never could seem to recall any moments where she saw the elderly woman sleeping.
Tylor however, slept in his customary cross-legged position, his arms across his chest and leaning his back against the Sacred Mount. Neela had once tried to convince her brother to sleep in Wayne's guest room, but her brother had simply replied that he wasn't used to sleeping under a roof anymore and Neela had left it at that.
Ever since the Elder had begun to fortify and strengthen the village defenses, she had also ordered the construction of several open air stages close to the Sacred Mount where wooden dummies, archery targets and the like were constructed. Here, she had most of the villagers as well as new hunter recruits undergo basic combat and archery training.
Several torches were set around the area, providing illumination in the dark night. Pointing a finger wordlessly at the archery targets, the elder continued to look off into the distant mountains. Without a word, Neela began her archery practice.
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"Dad, Neela's not in her room" Jax shouted as he stomped down the stairs, Miki riding smoothly on his back.
"No worries, Jax. She's off to her lessons with the Elder" Wayne said without looking up. He was diligently polishing the Kut Ku helm he just finished making last night. The rest of the armor, chest plates, gauntlets and leg greaves were all ready and shining on the living room table.
"Oh. Ok." Jax headed for the door.
"Not so fast young man!" Wayne suddenly spoke and put down the helm on the table. Standing up and walking over to Jax, Wayne wiped his hands dry on his forge apron.
Stopping in his tracks, Jax looked at his father questioningly.
"First we are going to wait for Gron to come. Then when he does, I am going to give both you and Gron a haircut"
"Huh?" Jax's eyes widened. "But I don't need a haircut."
"Sure you do. Wanna know why?" Wayne grinned mysteriously at Jax.
Without warning, his father grabbed Jax's left hand with his right hand and hooked a leg behind Jax. Reaching his left hand behind Jax, Wayne grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked. Jax fell heavily backwards with a loud thud.
Though his father barely came up to his shoulder in height, Wayne looked as tall as a mountain from his prone position. Jax could only gasp in disbelief as he laid flat on the floor. Miki had instinctively leaped out of the way when Wayne first grabbed Jax.
Turning to face the door, Wayne looked at Gron who just happened to open the door and saw Jax being bested by his own father.
"Any more questions?" Wayne asked with a smirk.
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Neela practiced all night till morning. By that time, she was not only practicing to shoot with relative accuracy from a standing point, she was now learning to shoot after making a sideway dodge roll and so on. More often than not after making these difficult maneuvers, she still managed to shoot several well placed arrows at the archery targets.
"How is she doing?" Watching Neela practiced, Tylor directed the question at the elderly woman who stood to his side.
"She has a natural talent for the Longbow. I seriously did not consider it possible that she will be able to get this far in just a few hours."
"Mmmm" Tylor rumbled just as Jax and Gron showed up in the training grounds. Neela was just about to stop and rest a while when she caught sight of her team mates. A bit tired to notice at first, Neela thought to herself that both of them look weird today. When she finally figured out why, she broke into laughter.
A bit peeved at this as they walked up to her, Jax said grumpily to her, "Well, at least you're in a good mood today."
"I'm sorry, Jax." Neela said as she tried to control her mirth. When she finally calm down from laughing, she took a careful look at the both of them.
"Well, I thought you guys looked weird at first but now, I think it kind of makes the both of you look dashing." Neela grinned at them.
"Why do I get this feeling that you are still laughing at us?" Gron said testily and Neela broke into laughter again. Unable to resist the infectious mood set by Neela's laughter, Jax grinned along with her.
"Well, let's go and get breakfast, Neela." Jax said and turned to head for the tavern. Miki jumped off from Jax's back and leaped to Neela's.
"Not yet, Jax. I think I am going to practice on my bow further." Neela said and went back to her archery practice. Caught off guard, Jax and Gron could only stare at her in surprise. Not once in their life had Neela ever turned down any offers of free food.
"I think I'll join you guys for breakfast." Tylor said unexpectedly. Walking towards them, Tylor caught the pale look on Jax's face.
"Don't worry, I'll handle the food expenses myself." Tylor said with a grin.
"Uhh. I didn't mean it that way……" Jax began.
"Sure you do." Tylor said cheerfully and gave Jax a hearty clap to the back, almost sending Jax crashing head first into the snow.
Rubbing his shoulder a bit ruefully, Jax nonetheless laughed along with Gron and followed Tylor.
Neela relaxed her hold on her bow and glance at their direction. Watching her brother share a rare mood of cheeriness with Jax and Gron, she felt herself relaxed a little at the sight of them laughing together.
"Neela?"
Flushing a bright red, Neela quickly turned and face the elder, certain that she is going to be scolded for losing concentration in her practice. "Yes, Ma'am?"
"Take a look at the arrows you shot at the targets. Can you see anything wrong with them?"
Neela squinted her eyes and looked. Most of the arrows are well within the circles of the targets, but none at the bull's eye. For the life of her, she couldn't tell what's wrong with the arrows she shot. Looking at the Elder again, she shook her head.
"Very well. Hand me your bow." Neela complied.
Because the Bow was almost twice as long as the Elder was tall, she held it at a horizontal angle and pulled back on the bowstring. Having a shorter arm than Neela, the elderly woman is also unable to pull back fully on the bow.
Neela looked and softly gasped to herself. The arrow head began to glow a fiery white in color and before she knew it, it flashed out of her vision in an instant. Confused, she looked at the archery targets and the blood drained from her face.
The arrow struck neatly into the bull's eye and not only that, it sunk all the way through until only an inch of its feathered tail end showed in the canvas. Now Neela can see what the elder has been trying to show her. All her arrows stuck thinly through the canvas targets while the Elder's arrow penetrated deeply. She tried to imagine her arrows hitting on the thick armored scales of wyverns and she flushed in shame at her lack of skill.
"There is a reason why Jax insisted on the Blue Kut Ku armor to be given to you", the Elder spoke suddenly. "Armors made from the hides and bones of wyverns have a way of enhancing certain abilities on the wearer. But some have the unfortunate property to cause the wearer to be weaker in a certain way as well."
"The same goes for weapons made from wyverns. Take Jax's new weapon for example. It has the ability to scorch upon impact, provided the user knows how to activate this ability of the weapon."
Neela thought very carefully with this new information. "Then what do I have to do to activate the bows special abilities?"
"With your emotions", the elder replied simply.
"My emotions?", Neela wondered aloud.
"Your anger to be exact", the Elder said. "But be warned, it would not be wise to pour all your emotions into one shot. It has a way of sapping your strength if you do. Send in too much and you might lose your life in the process."
Neela's eyes grew wide at this. "I see. Was the Long Bow your specialty in the past, Elder?"
The elderly woman sighed softly to herself, eyes gazing sadly at the bow in her hands. "No, Neela. This is the first time I used a bow."
Neela's mind spun in confusion. "But I thought…." Neela began but stopped mid way.
"You thought that this bow once belongs to me?", Elder asked. Neela nodded.
Fingering the ring-like scales on the bow gently, almost lovingly, the elderly woman sighed softly to herself. "Once when I was young, I had a brother who specialized in the use of long bows and I in the use of Swords and shields"
"We both fought in the Great Wyvern Wars and in one of the battles, the troops we travelled with were decimated by a pair of Kushala Daora's. We had no choice but to flee the battle and in the process, we got lost in a swamp."
Neela listened in silence, her head dizzied by this information. The Great Wyvern Wars happened almost one hundred and fifty years ago. She knew the Elder was old but to think she had lived well over a century certainly never occurred to her.
"We were attacked again in the swamp by something. It was dark and raining then, we couldn't see well. I don't think even an army of hunters could handle the creature", the elderly woman continued.
Lifting the side of her shirt up, the Elder showed a long ugly scar that slashed through her side. "I was mortally wounded and things got confused then. That's the last time I saw my brother."
Then a few minutes of silence stretched forth. The elderly woman continued to gaze at the bow in her hands.
"So the bow belonged to your brother?", Neela tried again.
The Elder shook her head.
"I believed that this bow IS my brother." The words shivered in the chill winter air.
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Jax just shoved the last spoonful of food into his mouth when the tavern door banged open loudly.
"Jax, the Elder requests your presence immediately." Nemesis growled roughly.
Jax exchanged a look with Gron and Tylor and they all hurried to follow Nemesis. Upon reaching the Elder, Jax glance at the Archery practice ground. Neela is not there.
"Elder, where is Neela?" Jax asked.
"I send her off on an errand." The elder said impatiently.
"What?! You send her off somewhere without us?" Jax began but the Elder stared at him with a fierce eye and he stammered silent.
"I did not ask for you to discuss about Neela." Using her cane, she pointed it towards the jungles, a rough journey of about an hour from the arena. "A red signal flare was launched from there a few minutes ago."
" A Red signal flare? Is that the teams sent to protect the miners at the volcanic regions?" Gron asked. Red signal flares are used by hunter teams to signal for help.
"I believe so. Now head on over there and provide backup." The Elder stated.
"But what about Neela? Shouldn't we look for her and get her to come with us?" Jax said.
But Nemesis gave him and Gron a rough shove. "You have your orders. MOVE!"
Jax looked at Gron and received a nod in return. They were given an order and there was no backing off this time. They started to run for the jungles when Jax stopped and turned back to look at Tylor.
"Tylor?"
"I'm not coming with you this time, Jax." Tylor said simply. "Go!"
Not having much choice in this matter, Jax ran and Gron followed.
Tylor glanced at their receding forms mutely and after a moment, closed his eyes as if to concentrate on something. Then sensing something, he opened his eyes and stared down to the other side of the snowy mountain on which Pokke village was situated on.
Squinting his eyes, he could not see but sense Neela heading down that area.
"You are aware that if anything were to happen to Sarah, I would tear down this miserable village down around your ears?" Tylor said with lethal calm.
Nemesis heard him and growled angrily in his chest.
The Elder held up her hand to stop Nemesis from doing anything. "I have faith in Neela, as should you."
Tylor kept silent.
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Posted 28 July 2010 - 05:06 AM
I entered to say I'm leaving. Goodbye.
I'll be back, though...
I'll be back, though...
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Posted 28 July 2010 - 05:28 AM
those who leave this thread *even temporarily* shall
be hunted down by no fewer than 30 million baby icantors
and eaten alive!!
*evil theme song in the background*
be hunted down by no fewer than 30 million baby icantors
and eaten alive!!
*evil theme song in the background*
This post has been edited by icowa: 28 July 2010 - 06:06 AM
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Posted 28 July 2010 - 11:00 AM
icowa, on 28 July 2010 - 06:28 AM, said:
those who leave this thread *even temporarily* shall
be hunted down by no fewer than 30 million baby icantors
and eaten alive!!
*evil theme song in the background*
be hunted down by no fewer than 30 million baby icantors
and eaten alive!!
*evil theme song in the background*
gawdammit why i entered the tread. i'm afraid nao. *tries to leave quietly while no one is looking*
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Posted 28 July 2010 - 07:59 PM
traeg9418, on 28 July 2010 - 11:50 AM, said:
^^^Icantor^^^
30 of these things are coming to eat me? Good, I've always wanted full Ikantor armor!
