Life of Zan

I could smell burned flesh and blood as I ran forward. my gi was damages and gashes covered my body as I fought the fury of blades that was the ninja team. i spun and backhanded another foe in the head before my tail drove it\'s tip into the fools chest while another of them shot an arrow into my back. I ripped the arrow out and focused my energy into it before throwing it like a dart into the eye socket of one of the ninja. Everything was a whirl of blade claws and fist as I fought them as as soon at it started it was over with me standing in the middle of a pile of bodies, none of then so much as twitching while blood dripped out of my wounds.

I stole shashes and head wraps from my fallen foes to wrap my wounds with before I pushed them together and set the bodies flame. In a few hours only chared bone and ash will mark that they were here. Though I was losing alot of blood very fast and leave quite a trail of it behind me. I began to stagger and growled my frustration before all went dark.

I woke to the slightly dazed and form the ground to be muddy as I slowly got up and laughed a bit. In the stories people told when the hero passes out he wakes in some nice stranges room, it real life if he wakes at all it\'s in a puddle of mud made from dirt and his own blood. I was tired and had to struggle to get to my feet before I started off, walking on forward looking mroe then slightly worse for wear. I looked around and when I finally found a wild fruit tree I took and ate a few apple, lacking the energy to hunt right now. Once I finished eating I laided against the tree and slept.

I awoke to it raining. The rain was nice in that it got the blood and mudd off my, but it was ruining my cloths, though I was starting to rapidly not care. I striped off the leather straps, leaving only the woven mythril ab guard as I thrugged through the mud and slug. This was starting up to be a really crappy journy well I came across a distinctly out of place doorway in the middle of nowhere. Doorways sitting by the road meet one thing, portal leading to someone that was expecting me.

I stood outside the door debating before I finally pushed the door open and feels a slight child wash over me and noticed that after going though the door wat I was dry and free of mud. I looked around and found myself to be in a white room with nothing but a bed, a cabnet and a fireplace. Though somewhat suprisingly the bed was occupied by the mare trainer from the temple. I tried to recall he name but as far as i knew I\'d never heard it, but then the trainers all make a point of keep their names secret.

I growled and stepped back and before she could get up and slammed the door shut and pushes the doorway over. I knew it wouldn\'t stop her, but it would slow her down. I started down the road grunting in pain now and then as I trugged on and on. I could feel the cool setting in and knew this wasn\'t going to be a fun journal of rest and relaxing peace. Even if it was just a shoulder I needed to cry on I had not even that. I was the shoulder and shoulders don\'t have tear ducks, hell I didn\'t either... But then little of my anatomy is standard.

I heard a sloshing run behind me and turned to see that presistant mare chasing me before i broke into a run. I may not have any of my magics anymore, no special powers and in truth I didn\'t even have rebirth like a lead others to beleive to keep them from worrying. I forced my body to run by sher force of will as I sprinted away from her and soon left her far behind when that was a brown wall in front of me an on reaction I jumped and vaulted, noticing my wall was the mare.

I growled and mid vault and pounded my heels together on ther head to daze her before using her and flip up into the air then take flight, flapping hard as i could to just drive myself level and forward but not gaining any distance into the air before I lost energy and fell into the mud. She teleported by me again and I swept her legs out from under her and lashes out with my tail, hitting her hard in the belly with it to knock the air out of her and I turned and bolted into the woods.

I wasn\'t going to be patronized, pitied, or looked down on. I have gone through too much to lose the respect I worked so hard for! Rage and hate turned like rot in my belly and fueled my with sickeningly sour energy, like being covered in grease as I sprinded through the rain till i had to fall to my knees and throw up from forcing too much adrenaline through my body. I forced myself back up and climbed into a tree, making sure I was hidden before going to sleep.