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The Jade Flames-Story
*Please note that there is a small possiblility you will find some content inapropriate. I will try to keep most of it as kid friendly as possible, but im writing this as a young adult novel.*
(Sorry i could not figure out how to post picture without using a link)
Skemm stood at the top of the mast railing of his warship. With one foot on the deck of the ship, and the other on the railing, he stared off at the land in the distance. He was very tall, had huge broad shoulders, and quite frankly, looked like what you would imagine when you heard the legends of titans. His long black hair and beard blew in the gentle ocean breeze. His heart burned with a feeling that many warriors knew. He was about to enter a war, and claim what he believed he rightfully deserved.
This man had been a warrior his entire life. He was feared by all for his merciless personality and utter cruelity. He has slain thousands of inocent men, women and children, asll on his question for power and wealth. He has conqured many lands as well. He never wanted to be a king. No, instead, he traveled the land with his army of raiders, burning anything, and anyone who crossed his path.
Skemm stepped away from the dark wood railing, and went to his private quarters. Despite being a horrifying man, he still enjoyed peace and quiet. His men could make quite a ruckus. He studied the map of his next target. His men had come across a boat patrol. At first they had not been to willing to hand over their maps, boats, and valuables. However, a few hours later, a dead crew (All of which beheaded by Skemm himself after his men had rounded of all of the guards who has surrendered.), and a few missing fingers, and a smashed nose, the captain was all too willing to hand over any and everything they had. Infact, the captain had been willing to even go so far as to give as much knowledge as he possed about his countries, military, economy, and where the most valuables were located. As valuable as the captain had been, Skemm was the type of person who got bored quickly. Once all of the needed materials were located from the captain's boat, his head was quickly seperated from his shoulders, and was thrown into the abyss of the ocean.
Now, Skemm stuided his map quietly. He already had plans forming of the best route to take through this new land. His first destination was a fishing town called Arrowstar. Here, he planned to plunder this small, but wealthy town for all of its fishing wealth.
For a brief moment, a rare event occured. Skemm's lips parted and formed a smile. He could almost taste the gold he was going to earn. Haha yes indeed, the Kingdom of Jade Island, would fall to him.
"Pull you useless bastard, pull!" Ivon had probably heard those words shouted at him a thousand times by now. At least this time Boothe did not include a pint full of his saliva in the statement. Who could blame him though, being an old man with missing teeth could cause that.
Ivon pulled with all his strengh to lift the fishing net out of the water. When the net finally cleared the railing, he looked down at the contents inside the net. He grinned at the sight of a netfull of Red Snapper. At least he would not be hungry tonight. Boothe only paid you if you brought in a fair amount of fish. He threw the net over his shoulder and went over to Boothe. He dropped the net of still writhering fish in front of Boothe. "What?", Boothe snarled at Ivon. "My gold please. This looks like more than enough catch combined with what I pulled in earlier. I believe i deserve my pay." Ivon stated calmly back. He was used to this type of treatment. He has now been working for Boothe for nearly five years, ever since the war ended. Not to mention before that, he was a general in the Jade Army. Simply put, Ivon knew how to take abuse. He had been taking it his whole life.
"Bah, not enough mate. Gettin' harder every day to make a livin'", stated Boothe as he went back to gutting the fish tossing the deseried flesh into piles below deck. "Well Boothe, you haven't paid me for the last three days. If i dont get gold soon, I will be too weak to work for you. I cant even buy a loaf of bread anymore", stated Ivon. "Oh whatever you bastard, here take this" Boothe growled as he threw a bag of golden coins, the currency on the Jade Island, at Ivon. "Thank you very much for your genrosity sir, I cant thank you enough." Ivon said. He felt the bag, and knew he had hardly enough in that bag to last him for three days of food, much less any other items he may need. However, he knew better than to push Boothe any farther. The last thing he needed was to lose his fishing job.
"Go on, get out of here. Before i change my mind." Growled Boothe as he went back to hacking up his fish with his sharp cast iron cleaver. "Yes sir, right away sir" Ivon said respectfully.
Ivon rushed off the fishing boat, that had been in the process of docking for the night right as he has managed to pull in his catch. He jumped from the side of the boat onto the rough wooden dock. Its amazing the dock still supported his wait, thought Ivon. It must of been nearing sixty years old. The boards supporting the walkway were slime covered and rotted. Anyday now they would give way under a person's weight, causing them to plunge into the crashing waves the hammered the rocky shore relentlessly, like they had a grudge against the rocks that could never he solved.
Ivon slowly walked up the long, twisted dirt path that lead to the market corner of Arrowstar. He counted his gold as he walked. "Hmp" he mumbled to himself. He possesed enough gold to supply himself with enough food for two days, three if he skipped his noon meal, which he almost always did anyway. He could also buy himself a new outfit, provided the price hasn't raised since he checked out the clothing market, which he knew it probably had.
He stuffed the cheap leather bag of his labor into a pocket inside his out thigh pantleg. He checked to make sure his dagger was secure on his hip,and entered the market corner of Arrowstar. Familiar smells of burning fires, roasting meats, and the soft smell of the ocean he had grown to love. That was one thing in his life Ivon greatly loved. Infact, it was all he really had to love. It provided him with what he needed to live in this world. The winds it carried wispered soft songs on evenings such as these. Yes, the ocean was probably his best and only true friend.
Ivon walked the streets deep in though, as he always tended to do. Too often he ignored the only good advice his father had ever givin him. "Ivon, never let your guard down on the street. Unless you want to get mugged and wake up bloody and everything you were carrying stripped away from you". Indeed, he had been mugged several times. There was never a shortage of desperate men looking for an easy target to help them get through these hard times.
Hard times these were indeed. The Jade Kingdom had been at war for a long and painful three years against another distant kingdom who had sought to steal the thrown from the current king of the Jade Island. It took every able bodied man in the island to hold off the invaders. Many lives were lost. You could not find a person who had not lost someone close in that war. Luckly for Ivon, he had never been close to anyone in his life. He had been raised bu his father, who was either passed out drunk, or beating Ivon with any object he would get his ale influenced hands on. It became common for Ivon to sleep somewhere in the streets as a child. His father didnt care. Infact, he probably did not even notice.
No one could really blame his father for becoming a drunk. He had three wives, all of which died of the plauge. Ivon had been born from the third one, though she had died as too young of an age for Ivon to recall. He often wondered about her, but all he could remember in his mind was the image of a smiling, beautiful blonde lady, who looked carefree and happy.
Ivon had also had four half sibblings, all from the first wife. The two brothers, from what he had learned from the local fisherman, died in a shipwreck during one of the worse storms ever remembered. His other two half sisters, had also both died from the plauge, along with their mother. Ivon had never had a chance to meet any of his sibblings, givin he was born after they died. So he could not really feel upset about their deaths.
Deep in his thoughts, he was startled when a short, round man with a sweaty forehead and a fluffy, white beard spoke to him. "Are you stupid, young man?" He rudely asked. "What sorry, I didnt hear you," Ivon spoke quietly. He must have walked right up to the food vendor's stall without having realized it. It would make sense, he had been coming here to buy the cheap loaves of bread that were sold here at realativly cheap prices, considering the costs of everything now, for quite some time. "Would you like to make a purchase or not, street urchin?" the round mand asked impatiently. "I have a lot to be doing, and dont need to waste time having a bum like you stare like a retard at me for the rest of my night!" He nearly shouted. Ivon quickly paid for one loaf of bread, and walked away.
As Ivon chewed down the rough, salty leatherly material the vendor claimed to be bread, he got lost deep in his mind as he headed to the quiet little beach-cove on the outer edge of Arrowstar. He started to think about his part of the war, as he always tended to do. He had been a general in the war. he had commanded a legion of Jade Warriors, and had fought and killed many of the invaders. He certianly had not signed up to be a warrior. He had been drafted into the Jade army, where he had been taught the way of the sword. He had taken many beatings, got many injuries, nearly died several times, but in the end, he had worked his way from recruit to general. "Something to be proud of," his father would of hollared in between swigs of ale. Though, Ivon could see no pride in killing men.
His father. A thought he tried to keep out of his mind as much as possible. However, he could not keep the images from flowing through his mind, no matter how hard he tried this time.
"Come here, you little piece of shit," He screamed across the small, log cabin he had lived in with his father. Ivon ran, he knew what it meant when his father yelled at him like that. He was prepared to beat him again. "I wont say it again!" He yelled at Ivon as he chased him around the room. Ivon screamed as his father jumped on top of him, and started beating his face with his small, but mighty fists. "Stop father, please stop!" Ivon had begged him. His pleas were pointless. The fists kept coming, with no break in between. This was one of the worse beatings.
Ivon managed to climb out from under his father. His father would not let him go that easy though. He lunged at Ivon again, and Ivon shoved him.
As he kept walking, Ivon remember the sound of the wooden table breaking, the sound of bone breaking. Ivon stop. He shook his head rapidly and kept walking. He couldnt bare the thought of what came after.
Ivon aproached the narrow rocky path the lead to his quiet, peaceful cove. No one ever came down here, infact, no one really knew it existed except for him. It was peaceful here. Only the sound of the crashing waves and the ocasional sand crab to keep him company. He had his own little wooden shack located down on the beack, out of the reach of the tides. He had built him entirely himself, with only driftwood and adbandoned fishing rope. Inside he had a little mat he had crafted from grass and small branches. It smelt like rotting wood, mixed with salt, but it was home to him. He had lived there since the war had ended, after the army no longer had a use for his services.
Ivon climbed into the wooden shack he called home. He had his few, but valuable provissions stored inside his shack. First of all, he kept a bag of jade emrealds. They were the gem that got Jade Island its name. Beautiful, pure, green jades. The best in the world could be found in the northern parts all over the island. While fighting in the war, Ivon had collected a bag full and brought them home back to the south, where there were few to no jades. Their wealth was in the rich soil and the bountiful seas. Ivon kept them mainly because he admired the beauty of the gems. However, if things ever got too bad, he could use them instead of the gold. They could supply him for quite some time.
Another possession he treasured was his lucky ring. It had actually belonged to his mother from what he could gather from his father. After he had.... left his father, he took it with him from his father's collection of belongings. He always wore it during his time in the war, and kept wearing it to this day. He did not want to take it when he was working the fishing boats, however. He was certian he would lose it in the depths of the oceanic spray.
Last but certianly not least, was his jade sword. It was a long broadsword, made of iron. Forged by Jade Island blacksmiths, it was one of the strongest swords known to Ivon. It was a realativly plain handle, but a beautiful, flawless jade embedded in the hilt made up for that. It had been the sword he was issued during the war, and he had fought every battle with it. That sword and him had been through alot together. Quite literally, the sword had been through...alot. It amazed Ivon such a beautiful object could be responsible for so many deaths. He had the standard issued Jade General armour set as well, but he had sold it long ago, to get him through some hard times. Besides, no one needs to lug around a sixty pound set of armour anyway.
Ivon laid in his handcrafted home, and listened to the sound of the waves gently crashing into the shore. He shivered, and pulled some grasses up over him. Tonight was unusally cold. Most nights were quite warm on the south part of Jade Island. In the distance, Ivon heard the rumble of thunder. Sounded like a storm was common. They were quite common along the southren edges of the kingdom. They could get quite nasty. Ivon had never had trouble with one himself, but he knew from stories of fishermen that if it got too bad, he could wake up underwater.
Ivon tucked away his belongings, made sure he had his dagger at the ready. You could never be too safe. Being a general during a war taught you to sleep lightly or get a knife in the head while you slept. He had seen it happen more than once to leaders in his army.
He decided to close his eyes and try to fall asleap before the main part of the storm hit, that way he could pick up a few hours of solid rest. He would need it tomorrow if the storm was still raging. Boothe made you work all day everyday, even during storms. Ivon could only recall two days since he had been working under Boothe that he had called off a day of fishing. Boothe may be an arse, but he knew how to make profit. Even pushing his workers as hard as he did, there has never once been a causality of one of his men. Pretty impressive by most standards.
Deep in his own thoughts, Ivon fell asleap listening to the gentle rain bounch off his roof, and to the distant rumble of thunder.
"No father, stop!" Ivon begged, blood pouring out of his face. His left eye was nearly swollen shut. "Come here you little piece of shit!" His father yelled. He jumped on top of him and pounded on him more. Ivon climbed out from under him and shoved him at the wooden table they had in their little cabin. His father tripped and fell, and landed on the table with his neck hitting the edge. There was the sound of breaking wood and snapping bone.
Ivon sat up as quickly as possible in his hut. He banged his head on a wooden bracnch that was supporting the roof. Wincing, he rubbed his head and peered out of his hut. The Storm was in full force now, and he could see waves crashing into the beach underneath the bright moonlight. He would have to stay up and keep an eye on the storm now. So much for a good night of sleep.
While sitting and listening to the rage of the storm, Ivon heard what sounded like a scream. He dismissed it idmediatly. There is no reason someone would be screaming at ungodly hours in the middle of a raging storm. Again he heard it though. This time much clearer and certianly much closer. He instantly stuffed his belongings into his pockets, and grabbed his sword. Again he heard people yelling. He stepped out of his hut, sword in hand.
What ivon saw confused him at frist. He saw what apeared to be four people running across the beach, and behind them were two armed when in chain mail armour. He could see the people were clearly terrified. Suddenly, one of the runners, a young boy tripped. The other runners stopped and turned. A young male in the running group turned to help him, but was grabbed by the older man who pulled him away and kept running. "Robin, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you!" Yelled the boy who was being dragged away. The older man turned the young boy around and they kept running just as the two men both ran their swords through the boy who had tripped and fallen. He gurggled blood up, and was quickly dead.
Ivon had had enough of watching. Whoever those men were, they had no reason to brutaly murder a young boy. Ivon ran out into the rain, sword in hand, and charged at the two men, who were just starting to pull their blades out of the now dead Robin. Ivon had already beheaded the first soldier by the time they saw he was there. The second soldier was faster. He pulled his sword out and cut Ivon's arm. It was not deep enough to cause much damage, but it hurt like hell none the less. Ivon swung at the man, but he parried it away with a surprising amount of skill. Ivon swung again, this time at the soliders sword hand. Ivon's sword quickly disconnected the hand from the arm, and with a final swift movement, Ivon finished the man swiftly with a stab to the chest.
Ivon knew inside that whatever this was, wasnt something small. He ran in the direction that the group had ran. He was able to see their footprints under the light of the moon. He soon found then cowering in a small cave that went inside the rocky hill that formed the cove. "Please," the girl in the group begged. "Dont hurt us! We dont want to die, just let us go, please!" She pleaded, almost crying. "Im not here to hurt you, not get up and follow me. If there is more of them, they will likely we coming, and they will find us very easy here. I know a spot, follow me!" Ivon yelled at them, loud enough to be heard over the madness of the now raging storm.
The spot Ivon planned to lead them was a cave close to the ocean. It normally was not in the water, but now, the water has rose knee deep around it. They group waded out into the ocean, trying not to fall in the waves. The ocean grabbed at them, threanening to pull them under. "This way," Ivon yelled and pointed. There, in the middle of the raging storm, sat a small cave, that was partly underwater. "This will have to do, those people will never dare come out into this water! I only hope it doesnt fill up with us inside!" Ivon commanded.
With the salt burning at the wound on Ivon's arm, they waded over to the cave, and got as far inside as they could go without going underwater. "The sun should rise in an hour or two, we can see if its safe to leave then! For now though, we stay and and wait it out. If for some reason we have to leave, grab hold of each other and follow me. Do not get seperated!" Ivon ordered them.
They held on tightly to each other, shivering. Whether it was from the cold or the fear, none of them knew. Ivon guessed it was most likely both. The younger male started mumbleing to himself, probably praying. To Ivon, it seemed like the right thing to do as they sat there, waiting for the sun to rise, and watching as Ivon's blood turned the water pink under the light of a now almost fullyhiddin moon.
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