Beyond
A glimpse of my voyage.
Jestr's thoughts became confusion, he didn't know where or who he was, his body moved on its own a few steps and he fell to the ground. Darkness came and his dream sprang to life. "Before you satisfy your ancestors you must do one more thing." Yuko told her son, "You leave for the Draan in the morning." Torajiro didn't understand, "Why are you sending me to an assassin's school? I am samurai, I fight with honor." "Your father's murderers didn't let him die with honor." she snapped, "Do they deserve what they took from him?" He understood her logic and left that morning for Trader's Hand. He was met by an escort at the spaceport and taken by hidden ways to the Draan, only a Draan assassin had the knowledge of its location, it was that way with all assassin establishments, secrecy being rule one. When Torajiro graduated and wore the Draan markings he was one of the deadliest people in the universe. He was a samurai, deadly in the open, and a Draan assassin, even more deadly in secret, he was ready for his family's enemies.
Aritomo Kita was an old man at the door of death. Raan Tora, the Stealth Tiger, Draan assassin, helped him through with a poison that kept him alive long enough to hear the voice of his killer, "I am Takeda Torajiro, son of Takeda Yoshikage who you betrayed." Raan Tora studied his prey as he would each of them, he would find the perfect death. When all was ready he hid himself to watch. The old man struggled from his bed and over to his desk, he sat down, picked up his pen and bit on the end while he thought. Kita had been Yoshikage Takeda's scribe but in later years he became a highly acclaimed poet. He'd been working on the poem for nearly a year, he knew it would be his last and his best. It would if he could finish the last line, it had been eluding him for two months. His body wracked with pain, every breath an agonizing struggle, he fought death to finish his masterpiece. A smile came over his trembling lips and he set pen to paper, he began the first stroke of the first character and sighed out his last breath.
Jestr's thoughts became confusion, he didn't know where or who he was, his body moved on its own a few steps and he fell to the ground. Darkness came and his dream sprang to life. "Before you satisfy your ancestors you must do one more thing." Yuko told her son, "You leave for the Draan in the morning." Torajiro didn't understand, "Why are you sending me to an assassin's school? I am samurai, I fight with honor." "Your father's murderers didn't let him die with honor." she snapped, "Do they deserve what they took from him?" He understood her logic and left that morning for Trader's Hand. He was met by an escort at the spaceport and taken by hidden ways to the Draan, only a Draan assassin had the knowledge of its location, it was that way with all assassin establishments, secrecy being rule one. When Torajiro graduated and wore the Draan markings he was one of the deadliest people in the universe. He was a samurai, deadly in the open, and a Draan assassin, even more deadly in secret, he was ready for his family's enemies.
Aritomo Kita was an old man at the door of death. Raan Tora, the Stealth Tiger, Draan assassin, helped him through with a poison that kept him alive long enough to hear the voice of his killer, "I am Takeda Torajiro, son of Takeda Yoshikage who you betrayed." Raan Tora studied his prey as he would each of them, he would find the perfect death. When all was ready he hid himself to watch. The old man struggled from his bed and over to his desk, he sat down, picked up his pen and bit on the end while he thought. Kita had been Yoshikage Takeda's scribe but in later years he became a highly acclaimed poet. He'd been working on the poem for nearly a year, he knew it would be his last and his best. It would if he could finish the last line, it had been eluding him for two months. His body wracked with pain, every breath an agonizing struggle, he fought death to finish his masterpiece. A smile came over his trembling lips and he set pen to paper, he began the first stroke of the first character and sighed out his last breath.
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Posted by RevrendZ - 4/07/2005 12:36:00 PM
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Ahh, sweet revenge.
Mack Nasty says, "It's civilized to take revenge. Reprisal is important for your psychological well-being."
I agree.
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