Written in Shadows
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
880
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Written in Shadows
All characters belong to me. I own everything as well as the plot. Steal=Die. Get it? Good...
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The stars shone with eternal light as a lone figure walked to the edge of a high cliff. In front of it was a kingdom. His destination. For months he was on the journey to find the king and his high wizard. He was supposed to know everything. And that was why he searched for him. He needed to find out the truth about his past. Who, or better yet, what he was. Why everything happened and the fate took his family away from him. Why he was still alive.
Clouds drifted slowly away and revealed a silver moon, which seemed to mock him as he stood there, his gaze fixed on the four towers of the castle, that seemed to watch over the town that spread out under it like the master web of a spider. Suddenly, the wind sped up, letting long, dark red hair flutter in the air. A few strands fell into his hard, gray eyes, but he didn\'t even flinch. A calloused hand reached to his right boot and pulled out a long, silver dagger. Without even a glance he brought the dagger to his palm and in one quick move, blood began to pour on the earth under his feet. He squeezed as much as he could and whispered a silent prayer to no one, but the stars, earth and wind.
The moment his lips formed the last words of the prayer a bright light began to shine where the blood fell. Though, just as quickly as it appeared it vanished. A tired smile grazed his face. So the earth accepted him. He put the dagger into its sheet and tiredly looked once more to the towers. How long would it take him to speak to the wizard? With a sigh he began to walk down a path, which led to the place he was looking for, for the last seven months.
Cold rain began to softly fall down, heaven\'s tears, as people in these lands called them. Soon a heavy storm ragged in the air and it soaked through his clothes, plastering his hair to his face. But he didn\'t care. He just continued walking, his long coat whirling behind him when wind changed the direction of the rain. The water on his face looked like tears that he didn\'t even know that he could shed. It washed over the scar on his right cheek, the cross forever in his face, a mark of his warriors life.
Suddenly he turned sharply around, looking back at the cliff he was standing on not so long ago. Without thinking twice he ran back as fast as his legs allowed him. He felt something unusual around the place. As if a spirit was hiding somewhere and watching him. He slowly moved his hands to wrap around the handles of the swords on either side of his body and pulled them out. Getting into a defensive position he waited in the silence, cold rain blurring his vision.
There! He saw a flash of silver in the trees and braced himself for the attack. But none came. Silence spread out and nothing could be heard except for the rhythmical melody the heavy raindrops played on the leaves, ground and his own body. But where was the intruder? He had no desire to die so close to his destination. He frowned and closed his eyes, focusing on the stranger. Oh, he knew that someone was there, but he was quick. Another warrior? Or maybe a thief? He didn\'t know, but he would find out soon enough.
He attacked when he saw him move from one shadow to another. His left sword connected with hard metal. So the stranger is using a sword too? He attacked again, but this time the sword connected with hard wood. How can it be? It was supposed to break! Nothing can withstand the force of these swords! Both men sprang apart and a lightning crossed the sky. And he saw the stranger for the first time.
Short silver hair that reached to his shoulders reflected the lightning. Cool, light blue eyes questioned him without words, and tried to stare him down, giving him a look that would freeze a blazing fire. Dressed in dark blue robes he could see that this man was skilled. In his right hand he was holding a short sword and in the other…
A mage? Long wooden stick colored crimson red, with a large clear jewel on its end. The jewel was surrounded by some kind of metal claws. From one look he could tell that they were sharp and would cut with easy through anything. But what was a mage doing out here and fighting him? I thought that they were supposed to use magic to protect, not weapons to attack. Guess I was wrong. He smiled to himself and began his attack again, but the stranger ducked and slashed with his own sword, missing the red haired man by a few inches.
Their swords clashed together, a violent dance of grace, fury and mastership. They were equal in strength. Even the rain didn\'t stop them, not even slow them down. Each of them fought with passion, neither intending to lose the fight. Neither of them cared that they were very close to the edge of the cliff. The read haired warrior slashed evenly with his long swords and managed to hit hard enough to get the stranger\'s sword out of his hand. It landed about twenty feet away, but he didn\'t dive for it. He just smirked and held the staff in front of him. A faint blue light shone in the jewel and it distracted the warrior long enough for the mage to get into a defending position.
Angered by his foolishness the warrior attacked again. He didn\'t intend to hurt the mage. At least not yet. Avoiding the sharp claws on the mage\'s staff he managed a low kick and the mage fell to the ground. Not hesitating, the warrior pulled out his silver dagger and pressed it to the stranger\'s neck. Blue eyes didn\'t reflect any fear, only a faint hint of surprise and anger mixed with curiosity. The red haired man sat on his legs, immobilizing him, while with one hand he held both of his wrists above his head.
Both of their weapons rolled away, but neither of them cared in the moment. The dagger was pressed to the silver haired man’s neck, not drawing blood, but pressing hard enough that it would if his prisoner would try to move away or attack him. The mage smirked mockingly at him and the dagger pressed closer to his neck.
“Who are you?” growled the warrior. How dare the man mock him?! He held him captive. He could kill him in one quick move. And yet, he didn\'t. Who are you and why were you following me?” he repeated. The harsh features on the mage\'s face softened and a gentle smile crossed his lips.
“Even after all those years you didn\'t change much. Don’t tell me that you already forgot. Do you forget friend so easily, Claw?”
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PLEASE REVIEW! For any mistakes contact me at toshiko_hanakuro@yahoo.com. Also that you know, I wrote this quite some time ago. If you want me to continue the story, tell me. Creative criticism and compliments are appeciated. Also, check out my account on slashfanfiction.com. Thank you for reading.
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The stars shone with eternal light as a lone figure walked to the edge of a high cliff. In front of it was a kingdom. His destination. For months he was on the journey to find the king and his high wizard. He was supposed to know everything. And that was why he searched for him. He needed to find out the truth about his past. Who, or better yet, what he was. Why everything happened and the fate took his family away from him. Why he was still alive.
Clouds drifted slowly away and revealed a silver moon, which seemed to mock him as he stood there, his gaze fixed on the four towers of the castle, that seemed to watch over the town that spread out under it like the master web of a spider. Suddenly, the wind sped up, letting long, dark red hair flutter in the air. A few strands fell into his hard, gray eyes, but he didn\'t even flinch. A calloused hand reached to his right boot and pulled out a long, silver dagger. Without even a glance he brought the dagger to his palm and in one quick move, blood began to pour on the earth under his feet. He squeezed as much as he could and whispered a silent prayer to no one, but the stars, earth and wind.
The moment his lips formed the last words of the prayer a bright light began to shine where the blood fell. Though, just as quickly as it appeared it vanished. A tired smile grazed his face. So the earth accepted him. He put the dagger into its sheet and tiredly looked once more to the towers. How long would it take him to speak to the wizard? With a sigh he began to walk down a path, which led to the place he was looking for, for the last seven months.
Cold rain began to softly fall down, heaven\'s tears, as people in these lands called them. Soon a heavy storm ragged in the air and it soaked through his clothes, plastering his hair to his face. But he didn\'t care. He just continued walking, his long coat whirling behind him when wind changed the direction of the rain. The water on his face looked like tears that he didn\'t even know that he could shed. It washed over the scar on his right cheek, the cross forever in his face, a mark of his warriors life.
Suddenly he turned sharply around, looking back at the cliff he was standing on not so long ago. Without thinking twice he ran back as fast as his legs allowed him. He felt something unusual around the place. As if a spirit was hiding somewhere and watching him. He slowly moved his hands to wrap around the handles of the swords on either side of his body and pulled them out. Getting into a defensive position he waited in the silence, cold rain blurring his vision.
There! He saw a flash of silver in the trees and braced himself for the attack. But none came. Silence spread out and nothing could be heard except for the rhythmical melody the heavy raindrops played on the leaves, ground and his own body. But where was the intruder? He had no desire to die so close to his destination. He frowned and closed his eyes, focusing on the stranger. Oh, he knew that someone was there, but he was quick. Another warrior? Or maybe a thief? He didn\'t know, but he would find out soon enough.
He attacked when he saw him move from one shadow to another. His left sword connected with hard metal. So the stranger is using a sword too? He attacked again, but this time the sword connected with hard wood. How can it be? It was supposed to break! Nothing can withstand the force of these swords! Both men sprang apart and a lightning crossed the sky. And he saw the stranger for the first time.
Short silver hair that reached to his shoulders reflected the lightning. Cool, light blue eyes questioned him without words, and tried to stare him down, giving him a look that would freeze a blazing fire. Dressed in dark blue robes he could see that this man was skilled. In his right hand he was holding a short sword and in the other…
A mage? Long wooden stick colored crimson red, with a large clear jewel on its end. The jewel was surrounded by some kind of metal claws. From one look he could tell that they were sharp and would cut with easy through anything. But what was a mage doing out here and fighting him? I thought that they were supposed to use magic to protect, not weapons to attack. Guess I was wrong. He smiled to himself and began his attack again, but the stranger ducked and slashed with his own sword, missing the red haired man by a few inches.
Their swords clashed together, a violent dance of grace, fury and mastership. They were equal in strength. Even the rain didn\'t stop them, not even slow them down. Each of them fought with passion, neither intending to lose the fight. Neither of them cared that they were very close to the edge of the cliff. The read haired warrior slashed evenly with his long swords and managed to hit hard enough to get the stranger\'s sword out of his hand. It landed about twenty feet away, but he didn\'t dive for it. He just smirked and held the staff in front of him. A faint blue light shone in the jewel and it distracted the warrior long enough for the mage to get into a defending position.
Angered by his foolishness the warrior attacked again. He didn\'t intend to hurt the mage. At least not yet. Avoiding the sharp claws on the mage\'s staff he managed a low kick and the mage fell to the ground. Not hesitating, the warrior pulled out his silver dagger and pressed it to the stranger\'s neck. Blue eyes didn\'t reflect any fear, only a faint hint of surprise and anger mixed with curiosity. The red haired man sat on his legs, immobilizing him, while with one hand he held both of his wrists above his head.
Both of their weapons rolled away, but neither of them cared in the moment. The dagger was pressed to the silver haired man’s neck, not drawing blood, but pressing hard enough that it would if his prisoner would try to move away or attack him. The mage smirked mockingly at him and the dagger pressed closer to his neck.
“Who are you?” growled the warrior. How dare the man mock him?! He held him captive. He could kill him in one quick move. And yet, he didn\'t. Who are you and why were you following me?” he repeated. The harsh features on the mage\'s face softened and a gentle smile crossed his lips.
“Even after all those years you didn\'t change much. Don’t tell me that you already forgot. Do you forget friend so easily, Claw?”
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PLEASE REVIEW! For any mistakes contact me at toshiko_hanakuro@yahoo.com. Also that you know, I wrote this quite some time ago. If you want me to continue the story, tell me. Creative criticism and compliments are appeciated. Also, check out my account on slashfanfiction.com. Thank you for reading.