Fifteen Days: Chapter 4Chapter 4
It's always been quiet at market, though I feared what had happened at the villa. Tsukasa, who'd seemed innocent, turned into a Shade. Her pain of being returned to humanity was what haunted me the most.
My blue dress billowed behind me, words that were the prophecy etched into the flowers. I was not Arian, I was a refugee taken in by the Nikos family. Flynn was recruiting only for the militia, and I could not understand why.
I had lived in a small village, many of the village had taken up the reins of protection when the men went to war, so I know how to defend myself and any objective I try for. The market was full of fruits and bread today, much more stocked than what would be in Flynn. Knives resounded throughout the air, being brought down on wood and plastyk.
I was at peace here, for the village I had lived in had a similar feel at any time. Bamboo hit rock, knives struck upon wood, and children played in the green grass. We dressed formally, for even our village was no
Fifteen Days: Chapter 3Chapter 3
James and I were seriously hurt in the fight against Tsukasa, and were left to recuperate in the hospital wards. I watched James in his sleep, he convulsed, and his face seemed like he was in pain. I wondered what sort of dream could cause this pain. A couple maid-doctors walked in later to replace our I.V.'s and Tsukasa was brought into the bed across from us. She lay, in that plain white gown, and was peaceful.
"How is she?" I asked a doctor, now worried about our impromptu exorcism.
"She seems to be sleeping, and all brainwave activity is slowly returning to each part of her brain," she replied, and I looked skeptical. "Okay, let me make it simpler for you, Master. Her brain was shut down after the demon left her, and now the parts are coming back on."
"Ah. Thank you. How is James?" I queried.
"He is in a fitful sleep, not dissimilar to a nightmare," she glanced at him. "These nightmares may not be evident until he wakes up, but until then, we will monitor him heavily. You
Fifteen Days: Chapter 2Chapter 2
I opened my eyes to a new day, white sun shining in through my wall of windows. My bed was a mess, as I usually left it, because my dreams usually took over my body. White sheets were wrinkled across the bed, and the sun spilling in was no help. My mirror extended for the length of my cabinet, marked Tsukasa Ryuugya, and I found it difficult to awaken.
I had been dreaming of him again, I thought. Kristopher Nikos. I had been trying to get him to notice me for all the years we had been in school. I blushed, even if no one was around to see. My mirror exposed a girl with too long hair, wearing yellow pajamas with purple polka dots. Her eyes were largish, and they were green speckled with grey. I smiled, knowing that if I saw myself in the mirror that my apartment had survived another day from the rumoured bombings.
I stretched, and got up from my bed to get ready. I was to visit some friends today, and I knew the streets in their neighborhood were dangerous. I put on a small dr
Fifteen Days: Chapter 1Prologue
Page one; verse one. I wrote down all the things that had happened. This is my cry for help, as I have no other option to contact anyone else. This manuscript I am writing, and hopefully, you are reading, may be my last chance.
If you are reading this, I may or may not be dead. My name is Kristopher Nikos. I was born in a country called Aria, a small country on the edge of the ocean. If this hasn't made it to someone in time, then I fear that my country is no more. We are in a state of collapse. The country Flynn has been at war with every country but ours, making all other countries believe the impossible: that we were allies with Flynn. This, of course, was complete folly; we were allies with no one. Still they fought us; they fought and destroyed our cities and our villages, and our spirit. Worst of them, the Balladans, had reached into the central heart of our country, our arts, and had driven us to our first offensive attack in over a century. The only country others than