The Loki Wars: Chapter OneBy Chiemi
I own all of the ideas for the story and the characters...Do Not Take Them! I lay on the cobble streets of what is most likely the most hated street in all of town. Lybra-Albra. Literally, it means Street of Death, but no one really remembers that anymore. In fact, I'm not even sure if that's that actually translation. I mean, the language has been dead for so long...Oh well. I think that at this moment, no one would be surprised to see me lying dead here. No one would care.
You see, I had been working north Baldinlybra. All of a sudden, a group of six or seven just surrounded me. I remember that one kid's hair was so long that he didn't even half to lean over to get it in my face. That's when I noticed that his hair was green, a sign of the Harsiesis. The Harsiesis, who hated people from my side of town. Here I was, three wallets on the ground from Harsiesis I had earlier given the slip. What's even worse was that I thought I reconized the leader. Me remembering someone else is never a good thing. Especially a Harsiesis.
"Hmmm...What do we have here?" Came from the leader. His spiked green hair and all whiteless eyes made me cringe. Then I knew who he was. His name Tiw. He had been one of the border kids, one of the kids who lived between the rivals. I used to play marbles with him after school. Sadly, I'm pretty sure that he was also the one who used to beat me up after school also for being Assyro-Marduk. I only hoped he wouldn't remember that fact. However, we can never forget Murphy's Law.
"It looks like...no, it can't be. No sane Assyro-Marduk would travel over here. It is you, isn't it Loki Nygoheza?"
There is only one thing to say when this happens. Sadly, I have given up cursing, if one to spare my poor mother the heart attack that I knew would be coming if I continued to swear. Also, Harsiesis always remembered to kick Assyro-Marduk a little harder for everything, because we kicked the out past the Lybra-Albra Street. We took their land and left them with crap. They never forgot it either. You know, I always thought we would have kicked them out even further if it hadn't been for the superstitions following Lybra-Albra. I let loose one gentle sigh. Oh well, now is not the time to be pondering such stuff.
"Tiw, how," I paused, trying to find the right word, "lovely to see you again." No, that was not the right word. His face turned a dark purple. That couldn't be normal. No way it was.
"I thought we'd told you to quit coming around here ages ago," Tiw growled. Hmmm, I think he was right.
"You absolutely right, Tiw," I replied. "But you know I can't help it if everything over here is just so much better." Perhaps I took it a mile too far. One of the girls behind him giggled. Well. Somebody still hasn't lost their old charm with the ladies.
It was, however, at this time when it occurred to me that...perhaps I wasn't taking this seriously enough. Tiw didn't even look at her, his eyes just stayed right on me as he snarled, "Shut up, Cel." to the girl behind him. His eyes were filled with hate and disgust as they stared at me. I felt an empty feeling creep into my stomach.
"Cel," he spoke her name with such disgust, "and Har, you guys dump this Ketrast down onto Lybra-Albra. Make sure he won't find his way out. Ever."
Even though Tiw and I had gone apart and hadn't seen each other for several years, I was really surprised that he could order my death, just like that. Did hold our years together as little boys in that little esteem?
Cel and Har came at me quickly, three punches and two kicks at a time. One hit me hard on the face, while the rest my body took. Another to my face sent me flying to the left, while another kick shot me to the right. I didn't dare fight back. This was Harsiesis territory. I couldn't risk making it any worse. I could hear Tiw's laughter in the back. A hard swing of something, maybe a tree branch, hit me in the back. It sent me sprawling to the ground with a loud scream. Then, the boy stepped right down hard into the middle of my back. I screamed and swore blood flew out of my mouth. Luckily, the next hit was hard to my head and I passed out.
When I awoke, my breathing was shallow and my ribs hurt. It hurt every time I had to breathe. My wrist aches and so did every other part of my body. I didn't know if I could even move. My eyes stared straight ahead at the Lybra-Albra street sign lying next to me on the ground. I finally turned my eyes to my own body. And then I wished I hadn't. My wrist was a discolored, swollen, blob with something that looked strangely like bone sticking out. My chest and stomach area looked like someone had decided to finger paint all over me so that everything turned to a disturbing brown blue pain color. I couldn't look down any further to see what had been done to my legs. In fact, I dared not look anywhere else, because if I was going to die, I was going to do it with dignity. I could at least pretend I was going out of this world looking like the most handsome man in the World.
However, fate had different plans. A boy a little older then me stopped right in front of me. I had first class seats for an excellent view of his shoes. They were they really nice leather that everyone dreams about, adorned with several small gems all around it. Also, the laces where very clean. He kneeled down in front of me. His face seen normal, though if I'd been a girl, I'd most likely been blushing and sputtering and stuff. Then I saw it. An upside down triangle on his forehead and two isosceles triangles on each side of his cheeks. They had the flat bases facing towards his ear. He was a sorcerer.
I began to freak out then. Sorcerers. Who knew what they were thinking at any given time and whom they might just suddenly decide to kill...and then bring back? They were the most respected and yet most feared people around. And I, with my oh so common luck, had the fortune to run into one on the one day I couldn't run. Damn.
My heart skipped to beats as he froze in fear as the Sorcerer's eyes narrowed.
"You're hurt. Hold on," He murmured, before applying his hand to my forehead. Slowly, I fell into a relaxing calm. Then, my eyes grew heavy. Just before they shut, I heard, "My name is Ruti Sapas."
End Chapter One.
