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Shiva Jimmu
I was born as an outsider into this land. What is this land that I am in? What does it matter to you? Who I am is not your business, but then again...maybe it is. So then, I am the rain and I am the storm. I am the fire and I am the ice. I am the keeper of peace and the bringer of war. I am the last Shadow Warrior of my people. I...am Shiva Jimmu.
I look up from the dry, cracked ground, feeling the wind rush through my long, white hair. My red eyes darted up to the sky as I gripped my katana within my left hand. I have severed the enemy's forces, but haven't stopped them completely. I know they'll return, and soon, at that. I can only hope for the best.
"Shiva!" a man called out. He ran up to me out of breath, panting as he bent over and held his knees. His eyes were blue, his hair was black, and he had a long mustache. This was the captain of the Bladeers--the army I assisted. (You could say I fought along side them, but I wouldn't say that much.) "Shiva, thank you for your help."
I scoff and turn my head, standing up straight as I sheathe my sword. "I didn't do it because I cared. I'm a destroyer and a mercenary. You know that. Give me my bounty and I'll be gone."
I hate to stick around too long in one place after conquering it. Personally, it doesn't appeal to me, having to see the damage I've done.
The captain pays me and I'm on my way, as stated.
Leaving the barren town, I stop at a restaurant. I could use the energy, considering the fight. I go inside and order something to eat, but I keep to myself at the counter. The waiter comes up to me and catches sight of my blades.
"Ah, you must be a soldier, right?" the bartender asks.
"I wouldn't call it that, but call me as you wish," I say lowly before taking a sip from my glass.
I don't plan on talking to anyone else, so hopefully, I'll be alone the rest of this twilight.
As I leave out from the bar and head back home, I am left to reminisce on my past actions. Flashbacks come flooding my mind as I see them clear as day. I see myself grab my katana by the handle and swing it out to my side, red eyes blazing as I clench my teeth. I rush for an unsuspecting man with white hair and milky-white eyes. He draws his sword from his back and deflects my attack. I slide back across the field, kicking up dust.
The man narrows his eyes at me and says, "The day I let you win will be the day I die, Shiva."
I growl. "Akina...is that a death-wish?"
I snap out of the flashback, shaking my head.
I realize, once again, my shadow instincts have taken over yet again.
I ball my fist, tight enough to pain my own hands. "Huh," I scoff, staring up at the purple and black twilight sky. "Akina wants to play. He thought he got of easy, but I'll catch him yet."
My past with Akina, in case you're wondering, I'd rather not talk about it, but I'll tell you anyway. Akina is some "powerful guardian" or something to the effect. He's known as the Aura Warrior. I don't know what that's about, but he emits light--a light that makes him stronger. He's the opposite of all powers I have. I was born to destroy, while he was born to heal. His name means "Strong one", while mine...I won't say.
A smirk grows across my face as I look to my bandaged hands. "Akina." I'm all too eager to see him again. "The time is nigh. I am at full power when the sun is low. I will find you."
"Don't look too far," a calm voice says from behind me.
I spin around, black cloak thrusting itself out in front of me, and I am met with the sight of the very man I hate most. "Oh, so now you arrive. Where were you during the war?"
"Fighting off YOUR people."
"I HAVE NO PEOPLE! The Bladeers are the natives of this land; I was but a mercenary for them. I did what I must," I state proudly, folding my arms.
Akina's white hood on his cloak blows around over his wispy bangs. "You didn't have to do that, and the Bladeers had no place in this land. You have destroyed the peace of its true inhabitants."
"Oh? Is that so? And what are you gonna do about it, Mr. High and Mighty?!" I point my sword at Akina.
Akina's eyes widen. Akina draws not his sword, but his golden, blue-gemmed scepter. "Nothing I'll regret."
"You won't regret fighting me...You'll be gone before you can."
I rush towards Akina and slash out at him. He steps back and holds his scepter out to stop my sword.
"Hyiigh!" Akina tries hard to keep his footing while I push on his scepter. "Aura Wave!" he cries, and a shockwave of light spreads out from him.
I jump into the air to avoid it, screeching something like a bat as the light temporarily blinds me. "Nice, but I can do better." I land on the ground and transform into a shadow with glowing red eyes. I take form and become a large serpent. I dart for Akina as he turns to run and I catch him by the legs, coiling up around him.
Akina struggles to breathe. "Ack--guhg--igg!" But, somehow, he manages to speak. "Iliminigh," he chants, and he grows radiant with light.
The light--it burns me, so I am forced to let go. I retake my humanoid form and fall to the ground in a crouch. I dart my eyes up at Akina, and I find he has channeled his light into the palms of his hands.
"Oh, no you don't! Dark Aura Beam." In a much faster fashion, I draw all my black and purple energy to the palms of my hands, and just as Akina releases his blast, I release mine!
The light and darkness meet--the dark purple and bright yellow clash before our eyes, and we continue to release our energy.
Akina's eyelids droop just the slightest. My energy is consuming his. But I am not feeling as strong, either.
Nevertheless, we both relentlessly push on. Neither of us want to tap out.
Akina grunts and releases himself from the push fight. He spins to the left as my blast rips past him and destroys a line of rocky ground behind him.
I chuckle. "Quitting so soon...again?"
"I am the son of Illuminessence, and I will not yield to the likes of you."
"Well, I'm the son of Eliminaara, and I don't care! Shadow Entity!"
The sky grows darker and down from the black clouds above fall shadow copies of me and Akina.
"Shining Scythe!" Akina's scepter grows a blade of light, transforming it into a scythe.
My shadow army jumps on his back, but Akina throws them off, then he runs towards the rest of my army. "Hruuuuuuuhhhhh. Yi-AHHHH!" Akina, in one sweeping motion, takes out every single shadow entity. He lands before me as the scythe blade disappears and the shadows disperse. "Don't play with me."
"Oh, I won't," I call from behind him.
Akina comes to realize the me in front of him is a fake, and it vanishes as he turns around and faces me--the real me--and finds my sword headed right for him.
My white blade stops short of Akina’s bangs, out just in front of his nose as he turns his head and shuts his eyes tight.
Akina squints at me, just barely brave enough to look, as he hears me taking stifled breathes. “Uhn?” He is shocked to find me immobilized. I am right in front of him, and yet, I cannot attack. Akina stands up straight, unafraid as he realizes that I am trapped within the energy of another’s light.
A girl dressed similarly to Akina steps out from behind me, holding her pink-gemmed scepter to my back. Her long, orange-ish-blond pigtails sway at her sides as she gives a friendly look to Akina—eyes disgustingly hazel and luminous. “Need help, Sho?” she lightly giggles.
“Mei,” Akina sighs in relief.
“Not just me,” Mei says, stepping aside and revealing the other nineteen Aura Warriors. “But, thanks to you, we’ve at long last apprehended Shiva Jimmu. Out of all the assassins we’ve had to catch, I’d say Shiva, here, put up the best fight.”
(Assassin? Is that what they call me? There are only a few labels I take: “mercenary”, “destroyer”, “Shadow Warrior”, and “Darkling”, because I am all of these.
Hmm. I haven’t taken the proper time to tell you just what I am, have I? Well, I’ll do that another time, I suppose. Or I may not. It’s not in my interest to.)
Akina straps his scepter to his back. “I can’t take all the credit, now can I? We’ve all been working towards this.”
“Yes,” Mei agrees, “but you’ve come a long way, especially.”
I’d love to roll my eyes, but while Akina’s talking to his little girlfriend or whoever the heck she is (I don’t care), I’m sitting here DYING from the energy of twenty people binding me in light! But, they’re far too busy with their chitchat to…to…to.
I feel as though the world is dropping off from under my feet as my eyes fall closed and my energy is sapped away…
I awaken in a dark, comforting room. The darkness, the coolness, the emptiness—it empowers me. I embrace it, at ease as I feel my power restore.
“Ahhhh.” I sigh, rather comfortable, though I don’t know where heck I am. I feel a tingle as my hair is restored to its natural color: black.
(Whenever my energy is low, my hair turns white. When it is stronger, it turns black.)
I feel an itch on my back, but it’s at this point, when I go to scratch it, that I realize I am bound yet again, this time in chains around my wrists…and ankles…and did I mention I’m suspended by them? I don’t believe I did, but now that I have, don’t make me repeat myself!
My slightly-pointed ears perk up as I hear a metallic squeal from an opening door. Luck me, two silhouettes enter the room and flip on the floodlights, shining them right in my eyes.
“Ahhhg!” I cry out as the light burns my eyes on first contact. And they call me the heartless monster? If someone spontaneously died for every time I was the victim…well, I wouldn’t have a job, now would I? (Take that however you may.)
Mei leads an old wizard-looking man up to me and gestures to me as if I’m a piece of artwork. “Here he is,” she says with pride.
I show my fangs. “Yeah, I can see you’d be so happy to display my confined body like a trophy,” I retort. “I mean, I’d do it to you. The only difference is you wouldn’t be alive to know it,” I finish grimly. “I am not—your—puppet!”
You know what they do? They keep on talking, you know, like I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!
“I despise you all,” I mutter, and they seem well enough even with me remarking this.
The crusty old man gives a crusty old smile on his crusty old face. “Yes,” he starts out slowly, “Akina Sho has done a wonderful service to the Aura Warriors. Now that Shiva is here in our confinement, we may purge him. No, better yet, we’ll let Akina do this; he needs to learn to use his abilities to the fullest. Mei, summon Akina so that he may purge this young one of his darkness.”
My eyes shoot open. “’Purge’?! There’s nothing wrong with me! Now, leave me alone or I’ll purge you of this planet, old man!”
Mei runs out the room, her white cloak trailing behind her as she turns the corner and disappears from the doorway.
The bright light is too bright for me. I begin to glow and my hair struggles to stay jet-black. The feeling seizes my body, and once again, I find myself growing weak as I sense a powerful energy flowing from a being just outside the room.
Mei walks back into the room with Akina. “Here he is, Master Lumin.”
Akina’s hair sweeps over his face as he gazes up at me; I hate the sight of his self-righteous eyes. He watches me sternly, keeping a close eye on me with this fake heroic sense about himself. Just who does he think he is?
“I am here, Master,” Akina speaks, giving a respectful bow. “What do you wish for me to do?”
“Akina, you are my youngest, but most prized pupil, and for that, I would like to teach you the art of Light Purge,” Lumin says, holding out his frail hand to Akina.
Akina gasps. “Master, are you sure that I am ready to learn this?”
Lumin nods. “The time is now, for I will soon be giving off my responsibilities to you, my young one.”
Akina pulls his hood off his head. “If you feel that I must learn now, then I will.”
Lumin takes hold of Akina’s right hand. “I will guide you. First, channel all of your energy and focus it to this hand.” Akina closes his eyes and begins to glow light-blue.
I frantically search with my eyes for a way out. This is how my ancestors went down; no way am I doing this, too! There is only one way out of this, but I guarantee, whichever side fate gives favor to, a life will be lost.
