Half Elf
Half Elf 2
The next chapter dedicated to who ever can guess whom the lord is. There is one clue, though it may not be enough of one. Anyway can’t wait to see if there are any guesses.
Review Responses:
Gaby(Hyatt: Well okay I will try and make their story come to life as well. But was that prelude any good what so ever lol. I’m kidding, if it wasn’t you probably wouldn’t have asked. Thanks for being my first reviewer. Hope you continue to read.
Zila Kaelar: I really love z names. I like your name. I will try and write their story, though will all my others out right now that one may be slow going. I never write the same response for anyone lol. I’m not sure how Leif’s life was, if you mean the criticism, she had to deal with it yes, but you really won’t see any until later on in the story. I also thought Misao would make a great Half-Elf since she’s so perky and since Leif was perky. So yes I did take that from record of the lodoss war: Deedlit’s tail. I have only read the first two of that series but it’s so cute. Hope you continue to read and thank you for reviewing.
The last samurai: I talked to someone on yahoo messenger that knew you, weather in real life I do not know or weather from the net. I love your stories. It’s sad that you have a cold bad enough to take medicine. If you have any question’s, you can ask me and I’ll let you know. Also I intend to do a story about the parents, but since it will mainly be about those two characters it’ll be on fiction press. It’ll have the lord in it, but again since the lord will be the only one in it I can’t really post it under Rurouni Kenshin. I will give credit though. So you can read that one and it may answer your questions, but don’t plan on it being out soon, cause well I have other stories to work on. I have a cold, which I have had for two months. It’s just sniffles and my voice not coming back completely. Also I named the story Half-Elf but the thing deleted the name, so it came up as no name. I have fixed that and thank you for bringing it to my attention. Thanks for reviewing and hope you continue to read.
13 Years Later...
“Misao, dear child get your butt off that branch. You have chores, as do all the villagers.
“Yeah, I know.” Misao smiled. She was crouched on the branch, so her legs were spread and her hands were on the branch between them. She gripped the branch and pushed off the branch. She flew forward as he legs came off the branch and dropped to the ground. She let go of the branch and fell silently on the packed earth. Get going to the river and fetch the water.”
“Okay.” Misao smiled and grabbed the pail. She ran toward the path and started humming. The village was a pretty big sized village and having to fetch water was a big chore, but it was fun to be out in the woods.
Misao hurried to the river and back as many times as needed. The last trip she brought the bucket down. She ran forward toward the yelling. She couldn’t get through the crows and she was too short to see over the crowd. She swirled her hand calling a wind spirit. The wind spirit lifted Misao up so she could see.
A gasped escaped her lips. A tall man with a beige and orange trench coat held two middle sized swords. He was breathing slightly heavily. He ran forward and struck but met air. Misao watched as the person he was fighting landed behind him. Her eyes landed on the elf fighting and she watched him land. ‘Father?” She questioned in her mind. Tren dodged each attack, easily. He held a sword himself, but the gleam on the sword was a green, showing it was elvish. He held the sword in his right hand and kept it as his side as he dodged. He swiftly dodged the two blades the tall man swung. His movements were fluid like water and, the gracefulness didn’t go unnoticed by any except the man fighting the elf.
“Come on Tren, finish him.” One of the villagers shouted.
Another villager shouted to the other one, “He would never do that, he has elfin blood, and they never kill unless necessary.”
Tren brought his sword up his sword to deflect an attack. He landed on the ground after another leap to get out of the way. He had landed in a crouching position and with his speed he shot forward in a low charge. The man deflected his blade with one of his shorter blades. The deflection made both opponents fly back and skid in the dirt. Tren glanced at the ground and jumped into the air once more. His blade clashed against both shorter blades and was once again pushed back to land in a crouch. He shot forward once more, a gleam caught in the tall mans eyesight told him he’d made the wrong move. The man dodged and swept one of his blades under the sword and aimed for his chest.
“FATHER,” Misao screamed as she pulled kunai from her person. She moved with the wind spirit, over the crowd, getting close enough to throw them. The Kunai’s flew from her fingers. She threw two blades and one hit the tip of the small sword falling to the ground as it bounced off the blade. The other simultaneously hit the very top of the handle.
The man was shocked as his blade clash to the ground fun the sudden impact. He swiftly turned his head and met a pair of aqua blue eyes. His cold steely blue gaze met hers and he glared. He turned his hand to aim the blade at her, but it was knocked from his hand by the bottom of the sword hilt. “If you wish to fight to the death, then pick that up and throw it, if not I suggest you pick your blades up and sheath them.” Tren spoke with coldness in his voice Misao had never heard before. “Come down and let the spirit rest.” He looked at Misao.
“Yes.” Misao floated to the ground and the spirit disappeared into the air once more. “Why were you fighting?” Misao questioned.
“I was challenged.’ Was his blunt answer.
“Mmm, where have you been hiding the sword father?” Misao question, she had never once in her life seen her father fight with anything more than a stick.
“I will tell you later, it is time your learned about your heritage from me.”
Misao nodded and turned to the stranger.
“Why would you attack a female?”
“If I remember correctly you attacked me first.” The deep voice said.
“Mmm, I didn’t attack you, I merely stopped your blade from mortally wounding my father. Misao smiled at him. If I had attacked you, you would no longer be standing,
“You would have killed me I take it?” His voice was emotionless and cold. The deepness did nothing to help make it sounder warmer.
“No, I won’t kill, no matter for what reason.” A bigger smile graced her features and she grabbed her father’s arm. “I’ve colleted the water for the village, now was there something else I needed to do today.” Misao smiled up at her father.
“I do not believe so, ask Tri.”
“Why, you usually give me my chores?”
“I have other business to discuss.”
“Father?” Tren yanked his arm from his daughters grasp.
“Go ask Trin.” He snapped, and his eyes widened.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to inter fear I just didn’t want you to leave me.” Misao’s smile faltered and her eyes started to glisten. Misao turned and started running toward the back of the village. She ran past he gate kicking the last bucket of water over.
“MISAO!” Tren called.
“You can find her later, finish yourinesiness with me.” The man stated. He recoiled as he saw the anger in the elves eyes. A hand now on his neck squeezing enough to only let a tiny bit of air into his lungs.
“I can finish my business with you any time, my daughter is first and foremost. If that strikes you as odd, leave the village and do not return, or I will kill you next time. If you wish to wait go to my hut and wait. It’s the back hut near the back entrance. Tren tossed Aoshi to the ground and sprinted after his daughter.
The villagers had scattered a soon as Misao had landed, so no one was paying attention to the two fighters, even if they had, they wouldn’t have said a word. The man put a hand to his throat. “He may be an elf, but loosing his wife changed his demeanor more than ever, Aoshi. The calmness he had is still in him, but his daughter comes before anyone.” An old voice said.
“Jiya,” Aoshi crocked out.
“Have you seen the half elfling?”
“Yes, she ruined the match between her father and I.”
“You would have killed him, if she had not stopped you I would have, and you wouldn’t be conscious.” Jiya stated plainly.
Aoshi rubbed his neck as he finally stood. “Why must this plan continue?”
“We need her abilities, and if we do not take her, the troops will find her. She holds her mothers eye and he dark hair, no elf has dark hair.”
“The lord is still looking for the girl?” Aoshi questioned.
“Yes and he will stop at nothing to get her, he is intent on having her. She holds the same key of power as her mother did. We must keep her safe, even if that means you and her will wed.” Jiya stated mate-of-factly.
Aoshi’s head whipped around to look at him. “I will not wed that child.” Aoshi responded.
“She is not ready as of yet, and neither are you. You must be three years older, as must she.” Jiya smiled at the look on his face.” He was only teasing, though if it must come to be for her to be set free from pursuit he would do it. “We will consult with him about her coming in three years time.” Jiya started toward Tren’s hut.
“Fine, I will not wed her.” Aoshi proclaimed stubbornly.
“I was joking Aoshi, I doubt she would marry a stiff like you as it is.” Aoshi bristled at the comment and then shook it off, his mask making his features cold once more. A smile appeared on Aoshi’s face, ‘We shall see what comes in three years time, she will be taller and her innocence more pleasing to him.” Jiya chuckled as they made it to the hut and entered.
Okay I have no intent on making this, points up, another wedding fic at all. I don’t even know why I wrote that. Hehe I am in such a good mood I’ll post this tonight. I had my first kiss eeee. So I am in a good mood. Ahhhhhhhhh too good of a mood hehe yay.
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