NightTime Roads
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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1,412
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15
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Chapter 6- Inhuman Power
We now take a small glance at Antros' brother, and see just what kind of person he is. Very destructive indeed... what sort of monster is he? Read on...
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Chapter 6
No one notice him walking by. They all seemed obilvious to him, as he walked softly, his hood shielding his identity from the world around him. No one gave him a second glance or thought... some never even gave him a first glance. Everyone seemed so busy to make thier trades, to buy and sell here in this market town of Levoa, just east of Gaia Kingdom. Just east of where it began.
The man seemed to be set on some destination, though to any traveling passerby, he seemed lost, taking paths that seemed to lead him in circles, but yet going no nearer or further from where he was going, or to where he came from. Suddenly, he stopped and looked up to the sky. People passed him by, some knocking into him, but he simply ignored them all. A few even got curious and started to watch him.
Without warning, as if some sign told him to it, he pulled back his hood. Sapphire blue hair appeared, though it was cut a bit short and spiked up ion front. He ran a hand through his hair and lifted his hood again just as someone shouted "Hey!"
The man turned and saw some guards from Gaia Kingdom. "Hey! Stop!" The man seemed intrigued, though he thought it pointless to point out that he hadn't moved at all, and there was no reason to say 'Stop' to him. "You... Antros, come with us." The man looked to them through his hood. If they had seen his face, they would have known that he was not Antros, but someone who looked like him. But calmly walking foward to the guards he stopped in front of one and reached out with his hand, setting it on top of the his head.
It was quick, a swift motion and the sound of bones breaking. Several people screamed, while the second guard stood shocked as his fellow guard fell face down, his neck having been snapped by the man's bare hands. The man turned silently to the other, as if to suggest 'Your next' but the guard ran for it, screaming about backup. The man watched him go, making no attempt to follow or move at all. He seemed to be listening as several of the people began to speak in hushed whispers.
"Did he say Antros?"
"The princess' bodyguard?"
"No way... must be a mistake."
"But the blue hair..."
The man seemed to enjoy the fact they were talking about him. Soon enough a small squad of guards, no less then thirty of them, appeared. They were armed and ready for combat, but seemed to be hesitant about turning thier weapons on him. The man raised his hands, and walked foward, making sure that the guards could hear each knuckle cracking as he moved, preparing it seemed, to strike.
Two soldiers charged him, but for all the good it did, it merely seemed to save the man time from walking over to them. He dodged one of them, tripping him and causing him to fall face down to the ground. The other man he grabbed by the neck and lifted him up. Struggle as he might, the guard failed to loosen the grip on him and soon felt lightheaded. He was starting to run out of air.
Five more guards charged, intent on rescuing thier companion and striking down the man they believed was Antros. They drew thier weapons just as the man threw the guard toward them. It took down three of the guards, thier weapons now impaling thier fellow soldier. Another guard tried to strike, but the man dodged and punched, knocking him out. His weapon had fallen out of his hand, just long enough for the hooded man to pick it up and throw it at the last guard. His aim was true as the weapon found it's mark.
The guard he had tripped before had stood and rushed in, trying to get a sneak attack, but the man seemed to sense his presence, for he side-stepped him and brought a crashing blow to the back of his head. Wave after wave of guards was sent at him, but he turned all thier attacks against them, killing them one by one. Each time, his hood remained in place, hiding his face from view, but leaving strands of his blue hair to be seen, completing the effect. The people that once watched out of curiousity now stood paralized by fear, afraid that once he ran out of soldiers, he would turn on them next. Soon only two guards remained.
"I-I-Impossible... t-there is just no way... anyone can do that!" one of them said, his mouth slightly open in pure shock and terror.
"W-we have to tell Captain Rekia immediately!" the other responded, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.
The two turned and ran, but only one got away. The man had finally rushed foward and was holding one of the guard by the back of his neck. He struggled to break free from the grasp that felt as if the very life was being sucked dry from him. The guard pleaded with him, his voice cracked and dripping with terror and sorrow. "No! Please, spare me! Have mercy!" But the man said nothing, only muttering something that sounded like 'Don't waste your breath' as he drew the guard's own sword out and raised it. His strike was true as the sword prieced the spot where the guard's heart would be. Letting him go, he watched him fall, the blood staining the ground around him.
He turned his gaze to the people, a sudden hush falling over them. The looks on thier faces meant that they were terrified of what this person would do to common people like them. However, he merely passed them by, without a second glance, taking some time to adjust his hood. By nightfall, he was nowhere to be seen in the town, though the impression he made upon it lingered on. Everyone rushed to thier homes, and no one made any attempt to go out again. A few people had bloted thier doors shut and boarded thier windows, afraid that the man would come back to finish what he started.
However, just as dusk vanished into the veil of darkness, a figure stood near the gates to the town. A figure wearing the armor provided by the guards of Gaia Castle, which marked him for who he was. Just before darkness completely took over, one could see his slightly long blue hair moving gently in the breeze. Antros had arrived to Levoa.
And of course, many thanks to all who review. ^_^
Chapter 6
No one notice him walking by. They all seemed obilvious to him, as he walked softly, his hood shielding his identity from the world around him. No one gave him a second glance or thought... some never even gave him a first glance. Everyone seemed so busy to make thier trades, to buy and sell here in this market town of Levoa, just east of Gaia Kingdom. Just east of where it began.
The man seemed to be set on some destination, though to any traveling passerby, he seemed lost, taking paths that seemed to lead him in circles, but yet going no nearer or further from where he was going, or to where he came from. Suddenly, he stopped and looked up to the sky. People passed him by, some knocking into him, but he simply ignored them all. A few even got curious and started to watch him.
Without warning, as if some sign told him to it, he pulled back his hood. Sapphire blue hair appeared, though it was cut a bit short and spiked up ion front. He ran a hand through his hair and lifted his hood again just as someone shouted "Hey!"
The man turned and saw some guards from Gaia Kingdom. "Hey! Stop!" The man seemed intrigued, though he thought it pointless to point out that he hadn't moved at all, and there was no reason to say 'Stop' to him. "You... Antros, come with us." The man looked to them through his hood. If they had seen his face, they would have known that he was not Antros, but someone who looked like him. But calmly walking foward to the guards he stopped in front of one and reached out with his hand, setting it on top of the his head.
It was quick, a swift motion and the sound of bones breaking. Several people screamed, while the second guard stood shocked as his fellow guard fell face down, his neck having been snapped by the man's bare hands. The man turned silently to the other, as if to suggest 'Your next' but the guard ran for it, screaming about backup. The man watched him go, making no attempt to follow or move at all. He seemed to be listening as several of the people began to speak in hushed whispers.
"Did he say Antros?"
"The princess' bodyguard?"
"No way... must be a mistake."
"But the blue hair..."
The man seemed to enjoy the fact they were talking about him. Soon enough a small squad of guards, no less then thirty of them, appeared. They were armed and ready for combat, but seemed to be hesitant about turning thier weapons on him. The man raised his hands, and walked foward, making sure that the guards could hear each knuckle cracking as he moved, preparing it seemed, to strike.
Two soldiers charged him, but for all the good it did, it merely seemed to save the man time from walking over to them. He dodged one of them, tripping him and causing him to fall face down to the ground. The other man he grabbed by the neck and lifted him up. Struggle as he might, the guard failed to loosen the grip on him and soon felt lightheaded. He was starting to run out of air.
Five more guards charged, intent on rescuing thier companion and striking down the man they believed was Antros. They drew thier weapons just as the man threw the guard toward them. It took down three of the guards, thier weapons now impaling thier fellow soldier. Another guard tried to strike, but the man dodged and punched, knocking him out. His weapon had fallen out of his hand, just long enough for the hooded man to pick it up and throw it at the last guard. His aim was true as the weapon found it's mark.
The guard he had tripped before had stood and rushed in, trying to get a sneak attack, but the man seemed to sense his presence, for he side-stepped him and brought a crashing blow to the back of his head. Wave after wave of guards was sent at him, but he turned all thier attacks against them, killing them one by one. Each time, his hood remained in place, hiding his face from view, but leaving strands of his blue hair to be seen, completing the effect. The people that once watched out of curiousity now stood paralized by fear, afraid that once he ran out of soldiers, he would turn on them next. Soon only two guards remained.
"I-I-Impossible... t-there is just no way... anyone can do that!" one of them said, his mouth slightly open in pure shock and terror.
"W-we have to tell Captain Rekia immediately!" the other responded, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.
The two turned and ran, but only one got away. The man had finally rushed foward and was holding one of the guard by the back of his neck. He struggled to break free from the grasp that felt as if the very life was being sucked dry from him. The guard pleaded with him, his voice cracked and dripping with terror and sorrow. "No! Please, spare me! Have mercy!" But the man said nothing, only muttering something that sounded like 'Don't waste your breath' as he drew the guard's own sword out and raised it. His strike was true as the sword prieced the spot where the guard's heart would be. Letting him go, he watched him fall, the blood staining the ground around him.
He turned his gaze to the people, a sudden hush falling over them. The looks on thier faces meant that they were terrified of what this person would do to common people like them. However, he merely passed them by, without a second glance, taking some time to adjust his hood. By nightfall, he was nowhere to be seen in the town, though the impression he made upon it lingered on. Everyone rushed to thier homes, and no one made any attempt to go out again. A few people had bloted thier doors shut and boarded thier windows, afraid that the man would come back to finish what he started.
However, just as dusk vanished into the veil of darkness, a figure stood near the gates to the town. A figure wearing the armor provided by the guards of Gaia Castle, which marked him for who he was. Just before darkness completely took over, one could see his slightly long blue hair moving gently in the breeze. Antros had arrived to Levoa.