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"Gaahhh!" A young Shinku flung backwards, arching towards the ground that met his body with a slam. The boy rolled himself, facing the dirt beneath him. He touched the ground, struggling to push himself upward as his whole body aches from the impact that he suffered earlier.
"I'll tell you this over and over again son. Patience is a gem you should never ever lose no matter what, especially in battle." His father stood calmly from a distance, preaching at the boy, emphasizing his point at the last few words of his sentence. Shinku, still struggling from pain, takes his time to stand upright. With the help of a wooden sword though, young Shinku was finally barely able to regain his stance. He then wiped himself off of some dirt that clung on his clothes as he slowly twirl himself to face his father.
"But father, we're at a time of peace. Do we really have to train this much?" The boy complained as he bend his body backwards in an attempt to fix up some joints that might have been dislocated. "I bet no one would actually dare to cause trouble among us."
Like a flash of lightning, Shinku's father suddenly appeared right in front of him as if the great distance that was between them simply vanished in a zap. The man held a real sword, with it's cold blade touching the boy's throat. The man's eyes bore into his soul, cold and threatening, taunting the fear inside him to come out. Indeed, the boy simply stood frozen for the first time, his eyes widened in fear and unable to make out anything out of his current situation. Blood started to drip from his skin that met the sword's blade, yet the boy can't even lift a finger to wipe it off.
As quickly as he appeared, Shinku's father retreated, sheathing his sword back to its scabbard. "I sure hope you're right son. I sure hope you're right." The man turned, showing his back to the boy, who remained frozen like a stone. "We better grab something to eat first then resume our training later."
"A..as you wish father." The boy suddenly snapped out of his paralyzed state quickly bowing down as a gesture of respect. He held his throat, feeling the damp blood that has slowly dripped out of his skin. Hoping it will quickly heal, the boy simply ran to catch up to his father, trying to brush off the fear that frost him solid just a moment ago.
Snapping back to reality, Shinku woke up with a blinding light, making it impossible for the young man to determine where he is at. His back felt the embrace of a soft cottony foam, a sensation he has never felt before. The clothes he is currently wearing has also given him a different sensation from the usual rag like clothes he used to wear. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the hurting light that kept him from seeing. Gradually, his vision adjusted to the lighting around him but in spite of finally being able to see, everything in the room that he is in, confuses him. The room's interior is carefully modeled in an elegant and streamline design, nothing that Shinku has ever seen in his whole life.
"Ah! Finally yer' awake kid! Ye' sure are a heavy sleeper!" The voice made the young man quickly swerve his head to the right, where the old man was seated, holding what looked like a magnifying glass in his right hand. His elbow rested on a metallic table, with a couple of antiques scattered on its surface. The young man looked around further, amazed at the unique, intricate design that the room holds. It's as if he has suddenly been pulled to a different world altogether.
"If yer' hungry, there's food over that table, if ye' feel like nappin' a bit more just do so kid. We're not in a hurry anyway." Birke went on inspecting his antiques one after another, wiping them with a small duster from time to time.
Shinku tried to pull himself up but strength seem to fail him this time. His body felt lifeless for the first time, as if his soul barely clings to its mortal vessel. "How long was I asleep?" Still hazy, the young man can't think anything better than to worry about the length of his sleep. He held his head, feeling a moderate pain that occasionally strikes him.
"Meh, must have been at least three days." The words of Birke came out in a dull, informative manner but packs enough shock for the boy to pull his soul back to his body. The young man quickly bolted up in a sitting position, surprised of how long he has drifted into slumber.
"Hahaha. Well don't be surprised. Ye' had a pretty terrible fall back there." The old man exclaimed, balancing himself into responding at his guest and examining his goods at the same time.
"Well then, where am I?" Shinku turned to finally put his feet on the ground. The coldness of the concrete floor however, surprised him, pulling his feet back up.
"Well yer' in the City of Hope kid. I did promise ye' to show where I got that ring from." At this point, Shinku was able to place his feet on the ground, getting used to the cold sensation of the floor beneath him. He stared at his hand seeing the treasure that once belonged to his people.
"City of Hope. Hmmmm.. Oh you mean the floating island that always glimmer up the skies of Opealon." Shinku pondered for a while for he has not learned of the island's name before but he did hear of the title City of Hope from some of the townsmen. "So you got the ring from here?"
"Nay! But from here, we can get ye' to the place yer' looking for but, we need some more time." The old man quickly responded finally standing up from his seat. "Well I'd love to show ye' around but I need you to remember these rules."
The old man has fully captured Shinku at this time, the moment he mentioned about rules. His eyes kept focused on the old man as Birke slowly approach him towards his bed.
"First off, magic is strictly prohibited here so ya' better control yerself from using 'em funny tricks ye have. Secondly, don't ye' stray away from me, not for a single moment. You'd be under my responsibility while 'yer here." The old man paused, crossing his hands as he stand just in front of the young man. "And well, ye' certainly don't look like a George, so can I at least get yer' real name."
"Shinku. You may call me Shinku. And thanks for this favor." Without hesitation, the boy finally revealed his real name, hopeful that the old man would not do anything to betray him.
"Well then. Err...George I kinda' liked the ring of that better. Let's keep that real name of yours a secret." Birke smiled, suddenly pulling the young man up from the bed that held him most of his early times at the island. "Well shall we tour you around then."
Shinku can only let himself give in to the old man's force standing up and walking wherever the old man steps into. He was given some new clothes to wear along with a closed shoe. Shinku was given some time to change into his new wardrobe, before they got out of a small shack and outside into the realm of the City of Hope.
"I'll tell you this over and over again son. Patience is a gem you should never ever lose no matter what, especially in battle." His father stood calmly from a distance, preaching at the boy, emphasizing his point at the last few words of his sentence. Shinku, still struggling from pain, takes his time to stand upright. With the help of a wooden sword though, young Shinku was finally barely able to regain his stance. He then wiped himself off of some dirt that clung on his clothes as he slowly twirl himself to face his father.
"But father, we're at a time of peace. Do we really have to train this much?" The boy complained as he bend his body backwards in an attempt to fix up some joints that might have been dislocated. "I bet no one would actually dare to cause trouble among us."
Like a flash of lightning, Shinku's father suddenly appeared right in front of him as if the great distance that was between them simply vanished in a zap. The man held a real sword, with it's cold blade touching the boy's throat. The man's eyes bore into his soul, cold and threatening, taunting the fear inside him to come out. Indeed, the boy simply stood frozen for the first time, his eyes widened in fear and unable to make out anything out of his current situation. Blood started to drip from his skin that met the sword's blade, yet the boy can't even lift a finger to wipe it off.
As quickly as he appeared, Shinku's father retreated, sheathing his sword back to its scabbard. "I sure hope you're right son. I sure hope you're right." The man turned, showing his back to the boy, who remained frozen like a stone. "We better grab something to eat first then resume our training later."
"A..as you wish father." The boy suddenly snapped out of his paralyzed state quickly bowing down as a gesture of respect. He held his throat, feeling the damp blood that has slowly dripped out of his skin. Hoping it will quickly heal, the boy simply ran to catch up to his father, trying to brush off the fear that frost him solid just a moment ago.
Snapping back to reality, Shinku woke up with a blinding light, making it impossible for the young man to determine where he is at. His back felt the embrace of a soft cottony foam, a sensation he has never felt before. The clothes he is currently wearing has also given him a different sensation from the usual rag like clothes he used to wear. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the hurting light that kept him from seeing. Gradually, his vision adjusted to the lighting around him but in spite of finally being able to see, everything in the room that he is in, confuses him. The room's interior is carefully modeled in an elegant and streamline design, nothing that Shinku has ever seen in his whole life.
"Ah! Finally yer' awake kid! Ye' sure are a heavy sleeper!" The voice made the young man quickly swerve his head to the right, where the old man was seated, holding what looked like a magnifying glass in his right hand. His elbow rested on a metallic table, with a couple of antiques scattered on its surface. The young man looked around further, amazed at the unique, intricate design that the room holds. It's as if he has suddenly been pulled to a different world altogether.
"If yer' hungry, there's food over that table, if ye' feel like nappin' a bit more just do so kid. We're not in a hurry anyway." Birke went on inspecting his antiques one after another, wiping them with a small duster from time to time.
Shinku tried to pull himself up but strength seem to fail him this time. His body felt lifeless for the first time, as if his soul barely clings to its mortal vessel. "How long was I asleep?" Still hazy, the young man can't think anything better than to worry about the length of his sleep. He held his head, feeling a moderate pain that occasionally strikes him.
"Meh, must have been at least three days." The words of Birke came out in a dull, informative manner but packs enough shock for the boy to pull his soul back to his body. The young man quickly bolted up in a sitting position, surprised of how long he has drifted into slumber.
"Hahaha. Well don't be surprised. Ye' had a pretty terrible fall back there." The old man exclaimed, balancing himself into responding at his guest and examining his goods at the same time.
"Well then, where am I?" Shinku turned to finally put his feet on the ground. The coldness of the concrete floor however, surprised him, pulling his feet back up.
"Well yer' in the City of Hope kid. I did promise ye' to show where I got that ring from." At this point, Shinku was able to place his feet on the ground, getting used to the cold sensation of the floor beneath him. He stared at his hand seeing the treasure that once belonged to his people.
"City of Hope. Hmmmm.. Oh you mean the floating island that always glimmer up the skies of Opealon." Shinku pondered for a while for he has not learned of the island's name before but he did hear of the title City of Hope from some of the townsmen. "So you got the ring from here?"
"Nay! But from here, we can get ye' to the place yer' looking for but, we need some more time." The old man quickly responded finally standing up from his seat. "Well I'd love to show ye' around but I need you to remember these rules."
The old man has fully captured Shinku at this time, the moment he mentioned about rules. His eyes kept focused on the old man as Birke slowly approach him towards his bed.
"First off, magic is strictly prohibited here so ya' better control yerself from using 'em funny tricks ye have. Secondly, don't ye' stray away from me, not for a single moment. You'd be under my responsibility while 'yer here." The old man paused, crossing his hands as he stand just in front of the young man. "And well, ye' certainly don't look like a George, so can I at least get yer' real name."
"Shinku. You may call me Shinku. And thanks for this favor." Without hesitation, the boy finally revealed his real name, hopeful that the old man would not do anything to betray him.
"Well then. Err...George I kinda' liked the ring of that better. Let's keep that real name of yours a secret." Birke smiled, suddenly pulling the young man up from the bed that held him most of his early times at the island. "Well shall we tour you around then."
Shinku can only let himself give in to the old man's force standing up and walking wherever the old man steps into. He was given some new clothes to wear along with a closed shoe. Shinku was given some time to change into his new wardrobe, before they got out of a small shack and outside into the realm of the City of Hope.