Peter woke from his restless sleep, being plagued with dreams all night was a pain in the ass. His eyes still stung from the tears he shed. Nevertheless Peter needed to get to the Chow Manor ASAP. He stood up off the bedroll, and he caught an image of himself out of the corner of his eye in the jagged, dirty mirror he had propped up opposite the bedroll. His long, strait, bright silver hair had fallen in front of his eyes, He pulled it back into a pony tail and secured it with magic. He looked at his body that, after years of training, had become lean, strong and muscular. He was also taller than most teenagers his age, at about six feet, seven inches tall he towered over everyone!
He couldn’t remember taking his clothes off, but there they were sitting by the mirror in a disorganized pile. He pulled on the suit that served as his “mission clothes” It consisted of dark gray coveralls, with a hood, that ended in a tapered point at the front. This suit was bullet proofed with strong magic. However, the fabric still remained soft and preserved his silence.
The dark gray combat boots were a nice touch, they looked normal to a “normal” person. However, they were laced with some of his strongest magic that even if he tried (and tried hard) his boots would remain nearly indestructible, completely waterproof, totally fireproof, and best of all they muffled the sounds of his footsteps for stealth missions.
Out of the seven Kandraken dimensions, the dimension of Kayden, was closest to the earthly dimension. This dimension, over the centuries, had become more of a storage locker for people of Peter’s “trade.” It wasn’t use that much by his people anymore, because... well because, most of them were dead.
He called to Kayden, “Kayden Cooh’en,” (Kayden come). Voids opened in the air above his head, and a nine millimeter Beretta Pistol dropped into each hand. He had many things in the dimension, so he had to concentrate on whatever he was trying to pull out of it. Using his magic he floated the pistols at his eye level, and inspected them. They were both a dark black colour that didn’t shine or give off light. He had kept the pistols in pristine condition, there wasn’t so much as a scratch on the surface.
He concentrated hard and the pistols began to break down into their separate pieces. He inspected them meticulously, making sure that all of the components worked perfectly. He reassembled them and stowed them away, back into Kayden.
Next he pulled his sword out of the dimension. The blade was impeccably sharp, made with magically forged steel, that was as thin as a hair but as strong as ten steel girders. And, the best part, It could change size and shape, just by Peter thinking of it.
Just then he saw a shadow outside his cave, and he jumped into action. He willed his sword to change shape and it did, but it didn’t only change shape. It split into two blades. One being a Tanto (a Japanese short sword, that was about a foot and a half long) which he held in a reverse grip. The other being a Katana (another Japanese sword, about three and a half feet long). The amazing thing about the sword was that even when it was split into different blades, it still kept all of it’s magical properties.
Transforming the sword lasted about three seconds, which was plenty of time for the intruder to figure out that Peter was using magic, and for him to take a few steps into Peter’s cave. Peter walked calmly to the intruder, and stopped about ten feet from him. Peter inspected the intruder in more depth. It was a boy! The boy (as Peter could guess) was about 15. He was wearing a green cloak, that flared out at the bottom. His face was hidden by the hood of the cloak. The boy unsheathed the huge sword strapped to his back and took a ready stance. Peter in turn got into a ready stance, the boy lunged.
The downwards slash came fast but clumsily. Peter sidestepped the blow and the inexperienced boy overextended his thrust. He tripped and fell to the ground with a crash. Peter concentrated and his sword became one again. A void opened over his head and (knowing that he did not need it) threw his sword into Kayden. The boy came at him again, this time with a straight thrust. Peter leaped into the air and flipped over the boys head in a mid-air summer salt. Before the boy could react, Peter side kicked the back of the boys knee and the boy went down. Peter bound the boy’s arms and feet with magic, and with that the fight was over. The boy began pleading.
“Please, spare me. I was forced.” The boys face was stricken with fear. “The Waeconda’s followers kidnapped me, they forced me to come kill you. THEY HAVE MY FAMILY! Please save them.” Peter could feel the boys pulse slowing, and then it was gone. Confusion wrapped Peter and he sat there for just seconds to try and figure the out. Then out of no were, the boy started glowing a brilliant yellow. Peter barely had time to grab the picture of his deceased family from the shelf and dive out of the cave before the boy exploded in a blinding light that shattered the very rock. Peter dived out of the cave and looked back just in time to see his refuge collapse. He had many questions for his master. And at the top of his list was: “Who the hell was ‘The Waeconda’?”
Peter had to get to his master as soon as possible, he had no time for flying, he would have to flash over 14,00 miles. Flashing was a way for him to get to and from places blindingly fast. It would only take him about two hours flashing. That, however, was a long way, even for someone of his stamina. And about ten miles of that was ocean, this would be hard. He knew that he could do it though. He took a deep breath and raised his face to the sun to take in as much sunlight as possible. He leaped an impossible distance in the air (he needed height to flash that long of a distance. He built up the force around him and shot forward, making a bang as he broke the sound bearer.
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