Kimao pulled out a small artifact from the inside of his cloak; it had the inscription of a Wolf on it.
“What is that?” Isabella drew herself closer to have a better view of the mysterious jewel.
“This was one of the few artifacts remaining of the elite samurais, a small orb that was said to have given the wielder’s special powers.” Kimao tossed the orb like a ball, catching it as it fell to his hand, until he tossed into the air above his head, where it stayed. Isabella’s jaw dropped, Walker’s eyes grew with a strange feeling. Kimao smiled, and turned his palm to face the ground. He lifted his index finger, as it commanded the orb to move to where it pointed. He then made a fist with his hand, the orb responded by glowing, eventually being too bright to gaze at. Kimao then let his fist go; the orb fell to his other palm.
Ash controlled the orb steadily, he did not blink, nor did he make even the slightest move. He arched his fingers, like he was making a fist, and then slowly maneuvered his hand to his chest. The orb followed. Ash then stared deeply into the small transparent ball that was hovering a foot in front of him. He concentrated harder and harder. Suddenly, the orb let out a small atmosphere of light, shrouding itself in an ozone of pure energy.
“Well done, Ash,” the blade master applauded.
He did not look back, “but what is the purpose of this? The orb doesn’t seem to do anything other then look pretty and follow my limb.”
The teacher laughed in amusement, “My boy, this orb holds great power to the experienced user.” He pulled out his own orb, throwing it into the air where it remained. “Watch.” The orb danced in the dojo, spinning and maneuvering in a distinct pattern. He then held out his hands, raising them in front of him. The orb turned dark, before it drew out a symbol out of its energy. It was a picture of a small ember. It was at this moment when the orb turned into the ember it had drawn, spewing fire around itself. He then waved his hands downward with haste. The ember then transformed into a wall of fire, shielding Ash and the teacher. He then blinked his eyes twice, the orb returned to its original state, and fell to his palm.
Ash kept a straight face, “Teach me, Kimao.”
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Kimao pulled out a small artifact from the inside of his cloak; it had the inscription of a Wolf on it.
“What is that?” Isabella drew herself closer to have a better view of the mysterious jewel.
“This was one of the few artifacts remaining of the elite samurais, a small orb that was said to have given the wielder’s special powers.” Kimao tossed the orb like a ball, catching it as it fell to his hand, until he tossed into the air above his head, where it stayed. Isabella’s jaw dropped, Walker’s eyes grew with a strange feeling. Kimao smiled, and turned his palm to face the ground. He lifted his index finger, as it commanded the orb to move to where it pointed. He then made a fist with his hand, the orb responded by glowing, eventually being too bright to gaze at. Kimao then let his fist go; the orb fell to his other palm.
Ash controlled the orb steadily, he did not blink, nor did he make even the slightest move. He arched his fingers, like he was making a fist, and then slowly maneuvered his hand to his chest. The orb followed. Ash then stared deeply into the small transparent ball that was hovering a foot in front of him. He concentrated harder and harder. Suddenly, the orb let out a small atmosphere of light, shrouding itself in an ozone of pure energy.
“Well done, Ash,” the blade master applauded.
He did not look back, “but what is the purpose of this? The orb doesn’t seem to do anything other then look pretty and follow my limb.”
The teacher laughed in amusement, “My boy, this orb holds great power to the experienced user.” He pulled out his own orb, throwing it into the air where it remained. “Watch.” The orb danced in the dojo, spinning and maneuvering in a distinct pattern. He then held out his hands, raising them in front of him. The orb turned dark, before it drew out a symbol out of its energy. It was a picture of a small ember. It was at this moment when the orb turned into the ember it had drawn, spewing fire around itself. He then waved his hands downward with haste. The ember then transformed into a wall of fire, shielding Ash and the teacher. He then blinked his eyes twice, the orb returned to its original state, and fell to his palm.
Ash kept a straight face, “Teach me, Kimao.”