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Wanderers Chapter 3Wanderers Chapter 3 by TimTehMoogle
Chapter 3 - Screams Of Anguish
It was a cold night. I could barely withstand the icy breeze that silently froze the surroundings. I continued, however, on an energy source far more powerful than any you could use to light up a house, but far less reliable and extremely rare and difficult to control. Hope. Mixed with reason, and contained in a body which provides determination.
It had been three years since I read Sawadas note. Thus making it two years before the present. Though I couldnt forget the memorable path to that sanctuary. Home my real home. Thats where I was headed. Where Sawada and I had resided.
Reaching the very last field that lead there, my heart pounded uncontrollably, my face seemed to reach up for the skies, and my legs moved forwards faster than ever before. A light. It glimmered warningly through the open window of the small wooden house.
Arriving at the door, I throw any sense of manners I may have had out the window, as I burst open the doo
Wanderers - Chapter 2Wanderers - Chapter 2 by TimTehMoogle
Chapter 2 - The Five Orders Of Justice
Not only did Sawada teach me how to live, how to prepare my food, wash my clothes, but he taught me how to fight. I would practise several hours each day with my prized Katana. The Katana was a gift, a gift from Sawada. He would never decline me his time overseeing my training. I value it up until this very day. I wouldnt have made it this far without that training, for the defeat of other human beings crops up in my life almost daily recently, because I am part of a group of Salmon giving our all to struggle past the ever strong current of the river. Us Salmon vary, some are large, some are small, some enjoy one type of food, some enjoy others. But each minute particle of the flowing river is the same, same goals, same interests, same disrespect for others, and every single one of them is trying to prevent us Salmon.
The group of Salmon? The Five Orders of Justice. The river? The rest of the world.
But as I said previously, we ar
WanderersWanderers by TimTehMoogle
Wanderers - Prologue
A lone figure walked steadily through a large patch of long green grass, the vastly dark sky being the blanket which hid him from the rest of the worlds prying eyes. His face one of hope and determination. His vividly blonde hair blew gently down to his neck as the cold breeze wisped him each time he crept forward. Without warning, the comfortable silence was broken by a sudden downfall of startling heavy rain, through which, the young mans eyes shone brightly. An icy blue aura became visible.
Breaking into more of a sprint after realising the mysterious glow, a small house appeared to be a blur at first. Pulling to an abrupt stop next to it, the enigmatic figure carefully pushed b