Thread:Monsundo/@comment-24019770-20140703124517/@comment-24019770-20140704174912

Hmm... Okay. Presenting..... the BETA!

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Whirlwind Legacy

At night, my mother lulled me to sleep with stories of our past: the Four Heroes, the Daemon Slayers, and the Eight Warriors of Light. And as a result of that, I've grown up wanting to be just like them.

But unfortunately, the world isn't just some big fairy tale. Three years ago, my father was killed in an accident. Because of that, I've been scarred for life with the torment and suffering of living alone. I feel like his death was MY fault.

Eventually, we were found by... What the humans call an "animal shelter". Now, it's been two years since then, and me and my mother are living peacefully on a farm near the forested mountains of Japan.

This is my story.

Quest 01: A Brand-New Breeze

Somewhere in the mountains of Japan, there was a peaceful hillside and mountain range. The soft, green grass was dotted by several native Japanese flowers, creating a spectacular rainbow of colors across the countryside. It was springtime, and the tulips were starting to bloom, the bees and other insects collecting pollen and buzzing about with several of their groups in tandem.

On the highest hill, about half a mile or so from a nearby forest, there was a rustic, quaint farmhouse belonging to the Daisuke* family. Inside lived a nice lively couple, their son and daughter and their two pet Akitas. The house had a wooden, hand-crafted front porch, a nice large screen door, and the building in its entirety was made out of mahogany. Gorgeous flowers sat in pots and vases on the windowsills, butterflies sitting among their frail petals.

"Mom! I'm going out!" The young white Akita rushed out of the farmhouse door, eager to go into the woods for some exploring.

"Okay, Sora!" The Akita's mom cried after him. "Oh, and Sora?"

"Yeah mom?" Sora's green-blue eyes mirrored his mother's soft sky-blue irises.

She looked at her son with an expression of happiness and hidden worry. "Come back soon."

"I will," he yipped, "Don't worry!"


 * Sighs* Yup. That was me, when I was six years old. Kinda cute and innocent, right? Heh heh... Just wait- it gets better.

Sora dashed through the green woods at an incredible speed. He wanted to get to his favorite spot for a magical moment: a glorious sunset. "Oh, I sure hope I'm not too late!" Sora panted as he rushed through the forested plain, heading towards the cliff-side he always sought refuge on. "Where is it? Oh, man...!" He closed his eyes and skidded to a halt, kicking up dust in the process. He sniffed and looked frantically around, trying to see a landmark he had always affiliated with this spot.

"Come on, come on, come on," he wondered aloud, "there!" His eyes caught sight of a purple plant in the distance. In a fit of excitement, the white Akita bounded towards the cliff-side, eager for another stress-relieving few moments. When he had finally stumbled through the entangling underbrush, his eyes lit up as they laid themselves on a beautiful sunset.

The sun setting always gave Sora a feeling of happiness and made him forget about the scars and blames of his father's haunting death. The entire cliff-side was next to a small ravine, which glittered in the light of the setting sun. Countless colorful rocks and pretty stones shimmered at the bottom floor of the stream. The world was lit with the holy-like, golden, shining light radiating from the orange and red sun.

Sora sat there gazing until he felt like his eyes were about to burn up. Finally, the sun sank behind the hills as night stepped in to take the place of day. "Well," Sora yawned, stretching and getting up, "Time for me to go back home."

Yeah... I'll never forget the peace those moments brought to me. I felt as if all of my sorrows, pains and scars were washed away for those brief minutes...

The white Akita entered the farmhouse and lied down next to his mother, trying to get to sleep. "Hey, mom?"

Taylor looked down at her son in concern. "Yes," she asked, "what is it, Sora?"

"Could you tell me that story? The one you rarely tell me?"

Sora's mother hesitated and looked away, staring at the night sky. "I'm not sure HE would want me to. It IS his story after all..." She turned back to her son, deciding it was time. "Alright," she sighed, "I'll tell you the story of The Wanderer."

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"The wanderer known as Zero, had left his friends and shattered past behind in order to seek out the light that would save them all."

It was at this time, Sora piped up, "Mom? What is that 'light'?"

"Well, Sora," the white Akita sighed, "no one really knows for sure."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, honey," Sora's mother nuzzled his head with her nose, "Get some rest. Tomorrow will be a better day."

...

Sora's body shivered as a cold wind blew through the house. Even though he was surrounded by the heat of the fire, and his mother's body, the Akita's breath was sending out puffs of frigid smoke. "Mom, dad," Sora's voice came out in a hoarse whisper, "where... are you?"

---This is what I've planned: Sora has a nightmare with someone dying, along with (in the real world), there is a battle with millions of casualities. I need help executing it.