Post by Bishimi on Nov 17, 2009 22:01:56 GMT -5
“You are your father’s son” The Lich Lord’s words echoed through Bishimi’s head as he slowly walked through a dimly lit hall. “This is familiar,” Bishimi thought to himself “why do I know this place?” At that moment he passed a mirror and saw a face he had not in years. He stopped. Surprised to see himself so young again, he cautiously brought his hands to his face running his fingers over the smooth skin of his young face not believing what he was seeing. “What is going on?” he thought to himself as he continued down the hall. Bishimi began to hear voices as he walked, by this point his curiosity has gotten the better of him and he needed to know where he was. Each time he found a door he poked his head in hoping to find the source of the words that seemed to hang in the air about him. He could not understand them, they were little more then mumbles at first growing louder the further he walked down this seemingly endless corridor.
After walking what felt like forever the young Soke recognized the building he was in. “I am…home?” he questioned his own senses but could not deny the chill he felt in that hall, the damp air causing his clothes to feel heavy. He began to recognize the rooms as he passed them. He remembered watching the servants clean them, as he did they almost seemed to materialize out of thin air acting just as his memory told him they did. He even recognized a child of one of his father’s subordinates that he used to play with. The child’s face was so familiar, as if he had seen it recently. He thought little of it as he followed the ever louder voices. The closer he got to them the more melodious they became, sounding more like a chant then idle conversation. Bishimi finally, after what seemed like forever, reached the end of that hall where the singing was coming from. He slowly opened the door feeling more like the child he saw in the mirror, fear of getting caught filling his heart. The chill seemed to worsen as he opened the door, his forehead dripping with a nervous sweat. He cautiously slid his head into the opening in the door he made while wiping the black long hair from his eyes. He was not prepared for what he saw in the room.
“Father!?!” He said aloud then quickly covered his mouth. He was sure the men would have heard him had their own words not flooded the air. Lahan and Daizen Hanzagiri, his father and uncle, with several other men stood around a flaming pile of what seemed to be bodies. He could not tell of what kind the corpses were but he was more infatuated with the heat from the flame…there was none. Bishimi could do nothing but sit in awe of the fire’s cold embrace. He watched as the flames danced creating a thick smoke that hung heavy in the air. Young Bishimi blinked rapidly then rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what he was watching. The smoke seemed to take form; it resembled a skull but in place of eyes sat green vortexes of energy. He stumbled, falling back in fright like the child he saw himself as. His elbow struck the corner of a desk, a sharp pain ran up his arm and a loud scream escaped his lips. He quickly looked up towards the group of men knowing he was caught. All of the men stared back down at the boy, his father coming quickly forward, hollering something but Bishimi heard nothing as he watched the skull of smoke shoot right for his face.
Bishimi sat up swiftly out of his sleep, a scared sweat covered his brow as he began to get up. Cautiously he rose to his feet so as not to disturb the woman to his side; quickly he put on his armor and made for the door of the inn. The Soke even took the time to check his face almost to make sure he was not still dreaming before making his way into the tea house. He looked about the room with a glare that showed he knew he would find something even if he was not sure what. After convincing himself the house was clear he began to relax and upon pouring himself a cup of tea he kneeled before the sword of his old Soke. Bishimi breathed in deeply as he closed his eyes wondering what it all meant. All he knew was that he had to speak to Ni, there was no other way Darrien could’ve known about their family otherwise. There was no way Bishimi’s dream was real he tried to convince himself, his sister must have to spoken to someone she shouldn’t have. All he need do is stay up till the time she comes home….
After walking what felt like forever the young Soke recognized the building he was in. “I am…home?” he questioned his own senses but could not deny the chill he felt in that hall, the damp air causing his clothes to feel heavy. He began to recognize the rooms as he passed them. He remembered watching the servants clean them, as he did they almost seemed to materialize out of thin air acting just as his memory told him they did. He even recognized a child of one of his father’s subordinates that he used to play with. The child’s face was so familiar, as if he had seen it recently. He thought little of it as he followed the ever louder voices. The closer he got to them the more melodious they became, sounding more like a chant then idle conversation. Bishimi finally, after what seemed like forever, reached the end of that hall where the singing was coming from. He slowly opened the door feeling more like the child he saw in the mirror, fear of getting caught filling his heart. The chill seemed to worsen as he opened the door, his forehead dripping with a nervous sweat. He cautiously slid his head into the opening in the door he made while wiping the black long hair from his eyes. He was not prepared for what he saw in the room.
“Father!?!” He said aloud then quickly covered his mouth. He was sure the men would have heard him had their own words not flooded the air. Lahan and Daizen Hanzagiri, his father and uncle, with several other men stood around a flaming pile of what seemed to be bodies. He could not tell of what kind the corpses were but he was more infatuated with the heat from the flame…there was none. Bishimi could do nothing but sit in awe of the fire’s cold embrace. He watched as the flames danced creating a thick smoke that hung heavy in the air. Young Bishimi blinked rapidly then rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what he was watching. The smoke seemed to take form; it resembled a skull but in place of eyes sat green vortexes of energy. He stumbled, falling back in fright like the child he saw himself as. His elbow struck the corner of a desk, a sharp pain ran up his arm and a loud scream escaped his lips. He quickly looked up towards the group of men knowing he was caught. All of the men stared back down at the boy, his father coming quickly forward, hollering something but Bishimi heard nothing as he watched the skull of smoke shoot right for his face.
Bishimi sat up swiftly out of his sleep, a scared sweat covered his brow as he began to get up. Cautiously he rose to his feet so as not to disturb the woman to his side; quickly he put on his armor and made for the door of the inn. The Soke even took the time to check his face almost to make sure he was not still dreaming before making his way into the tea house. He looked about the room with a glare that showed he knew he would find something even if he was not sure what. After convincing himself the house was clear he began to relax and upon pouring himself a cup of tea he kneeled before the sword of his old Soke. Bishimi breathed in deeply as he closed his eyes wondering what it all meant. All he knew was that he had to speak to Ni, there was no other way Darrien could’ve known about their family otherwise. There was no way Bishimi’s dream was real he tried to convince himself, his sister must have to spoken to someone she shouldn’t have. All he need do is stay up till the time she comes home….
