Kandraken Chapter One (Revision)
This is the revised version of Kandraken Chapter one enjoy!!!
Peter, the fifteen year old boy, looked down at the unsuspecting crowd of vacationers, on the quaint Hawaiian beach. His perch on top of the beachfront hotel allowed him to see a wide view of the beach. With his Kandraken enhanced eyesight he could see the tsunami sized wave that was coming their way. The wave was miles away so he still had some time. He decided to open a channel to his master Dan Chow. He gazed into the noonday sun to gather all of the light he could to do magic.
“Hencran Manda Sepousa Chow, kandraken.” He spoke the chant to open a channel to the chow manner. After the chant he clapped his hands together, separated his palms so the fingers were only just touching. A small ball of golden electricity formed inside his palms. He forced the energy through his fingers and out his fingertips. His hands slowly began to pull apart, and then he wrenched them outwards and tilted towards the left at his waist so that his arms were vertical, then to the right, and the circle hanging in the air in front of him was complete. The circle began to fill in with a bright sparkling yellow light and then he saw the faint image of his master’s comm room, and then there was a huge spiderweb crack in the screen and it dissipated, leaving only the faint smell of smoke, and sulfur.
This had never happened before, he started to get worried. But then he saw the wave coming closer to land, Peter wasted too much time trying to establish his magical comm link. He had to get down to the beach now, or all would be lost! He looked down from his hotel roof and saw the wave coming, it was still only a mile away but he was getting worried. He hopped off of the 5 story hotel, and landed on the ground, rolled and came up on one knee. He looked back. There was a crack where he had landed. I guess I landed too hard, thought Peter. He stretched up to his full height and started to run, no, sprint towards the beach.
He got to the beach and noticed that he had just gotten there in the nick of time. There were alot of people on the beach that day. There were people suntanning, sleeping, playing volleyball, reading. He estimated that there had to be about one thousand people on the beach that day. He looked to his left and saw that there was a five year old’s birthday being held there. He saw the wave just cresting the horizon, he started to work, and fast. He uttered another chant.
“Renka sendouna senkra, kandraken.” He looked around the beach, he was starting to get strange looks. Peter’s arms were up above his head and his face was facing the sky. he chuckled to himself because he knew that he looked weird. However, back to business, he needed to stop that wave. He concentrated hard, he took his time and gathered all of his strength, and then it happened. Someone saw the wave! The man had to have had very good eyesight to see the wave from that distance. He whispered to his wife to ask her if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. She looked out to the sea with an amused expression on her face, the amusement suddenly turned into fear and disbelief. She closed her book calmly (a reaction that Peter did not expect), got up and folded her chair. Her husband did the same. Then she ran away from the ocean screaming “TIDAL WAVE!” at the top of their lungs. Her husband was close behind. Peter sighed and shook his head.
All of the sudden there was widespread panic on the beach, people began to run in every direction tripping and falling over each other. There was screaming and yelling. Peter began to falter, but he held strong. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted, he concentrated and pushed out with his arms in a sweeping motion. He sent a massive shock wave thought the air that spread out for miles. It was magic designed by his master to deflect water, and with a few modifications to adapt to Peter’s massive Kandraken strength, it was good to deflect tsunami’s if it had to. As the shock wave hit the water it created a massive wake, it looked as if an invisible cruise liner was rocketing through the water. You could see the shock wave, it was a sparkly electric blue. It hit the wave with a smacking sound, and the wave mushroomed out when they made contact. The shock wave continued to grow until it had stopped the entire wave and then it flattened out, creating a force field that held the water vertically like a wall. All of the tonnes of water fell back into the sea, and the disaster was averted!
If he was to get away, without the police and reporters on his tail, he needed to move fast.
“Bodreek Bendra, kandraken.” which directly translates to “Body change to bird.” His body began to shrink as his face grew elongated and his skin turned to feathers. He had chosen a nice blue feathered bird with a red breast and a yellow beak. This was his favourite, as it was the bird that people would notice even if they are in peril. His master hated this transformation, he had told Peter to change into a seagull and being this close to the sea on an island that would be inconspicuous. But Peter never followed the norm. He wanted to be different. He also noticed that he was on the beach still and people were watching him open mouthed. He squawked and uttered a chant in his mind.
“Erasenaka Moudrena, kandraken.” Which was the spell to erase peoples memory. Then, he went to flap his wings and he was gone, leaving a beach full of knocked out people. Peter was tired from all of the magic he had controlled, and he just wanted to get to his spot, the only place that really mattered to him. But, little did he know that his adventure was only just beginning.
Chapter two
Peter landed on an island just off the coast of San Francisco. A rock really. This was the place that he did his thinking. After every mission he came to this location, to the cave that he had filled with his possessions that even master Chow couldn’t see. They were things from his early life, from his family. The picture of his mother and younger brother (only by two years) sat on the magic carved shelf that was on the inner most wall.
They had lived near the poverty line in a tiny one bedroom north-side apartment in the City of Edmonton. He had lived with his mother, his brother and his abusive alcoholic father. Their life was horrible. They barely had enough to eat some days, and others, noting at all. His father had squandered the family budget on his gambling addiction, and buying beer, and Bourbon. He vividly remembered his father beating his mother. One night he beat her nearly to death before he finally passed out. Peter found it weird that he never touched John or him. But he knew that as soon as something happened to their mother his focus was going to switch to one of them. For as long as he could remember Peter had had a boiling hot hate for his father. He wised that he had the power to kill the bastard, but he didn’t. That was, until his powers had “come to maturity” Master Chow had called it.
He remembered that night more vividly, like it had happened yesterday. The night that he had gained his powers was a horrible night. There was a snow storm boiling outside, and his father had been drinking, almost to the point of him passing out, but no, Peters mother would not have that kind of mercy. The beating that night had come with a higher intensity that on other nights. Peters father rained blows down on his mothers face, and chest. She was bleeding from her broken nose and the many cuts that were on her face. Peter, who was eight, was sitting in the closet. His six year old brother cuddled up next to his, they were both crying in the fettle position. This was their usual place to be when their father was going nuts.
Then from the middle of nowhere he heard ... a voice. It did not sound like one he had heard before. It was INSIDE his head! It said.
“Peter, let the power flow through you. This power that I grant you to save yourself!” Peter felt a rush of power through his body. He saw the world almost differently now, almost black and white. He knew what to do to make the power work. He extended his had to the door, and felt a wave of power blast out from his hand. The recoil sent him backwards into his bed, his brother was cowering behind it, afraid of his brother. Peter walked, no, floated out into the hall and into the room where his mother was getting beaten. He went up to his father, who was standing white with his face flushed red and angry. His mother ran to cower behind the couch.
In his fathers drunken rage he staggered to Peter with the look of hell in his eyes. Peter extended his hand and three sparkling blue spikes shot out from his fingertips. They just skimmed his fathers skin and pinned him to the wall with his T-shirt. Peter’s father yelped, and struggled to get off the wall, but his struggle was in vain. Peter took a step forward, and reached back his right hand in a fist, and plowed it forward. It hit his father square in the nose and slammed his face into the wall, creating a dent in the drywall. He rained blows exactly like that one, alternating his right and left fists until his Peter’s father was begging for mercy. Peter would let no mercy fall though. When he was done venting his rage, he held his right hand palm up. A dagger was created in his hand, and this he jammed into his fathers forehead.
Peter slumped to the ground, and expelled the remaining energy. His head tilted back and his chest rose up. There was a blinding flash of light and a blast that took out the outside wall of the apartment building. Now, Peter’s brother had wandered into the room, and his mother was already there. They were both shot out of the building’s outer wall and they smashed into the street four stories bellow. Peter had time to witness his Mother and Brother fall to the earth, and land in a spatter of blood, just before he saw the for of Master Chow hovering above the street outside the busted window. The world went black, and he fell into unconsciousness.
It had been a long seven years of training since then, he took the sharp rock from the shelf, and scratched another point into the rock, the seventh point. Peter walked to the bedroll that was the same as he had left it, he crawled under the rough wool blanket. He cried himself to sleep.
Chapter three
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.
Chapter 4
Peter felt exhilarated. That was, however, only until he hit the pavement of a San Fransisco hill going about 100 miles an hour. Luckily he was able to flip himself onto his back before he landed. This made the landing a little softer, and less life threatening than if he would have fallen on his head. He skidded thirty feet and then stopped.
He wanted to just lie on the pavement for a while to think about what mistake he made. Sadly he did not get to do too much of that. As he became more coherent he realized that he needed to get to his masters house as soon as possible. It was then that he noticed the street car rails underneath him, he also noticed that the rails were vibrating slightly. He jumped to his feet, and looked behind him. He could see the street car just cresting the hill about ten feet from him, and it was closing fast!
Peter leaped into the air and front flipped two times, before landing on top of the street car. He waited for the perfect moment and jumped straight up in the air, grabbing the street light with both of his hands and pulling himself up on to it. He wobbled on top of it for a second and then found his balance. He was like a cat perfectly balanced on the top of the pole. After resting there for only a few seconds, he ran across the beam of the street light and leaped over the sidewalk, and towards the six story brick building. He ran up the wall six steps and leaped to the top. He grabbed the edge of the building and pulled himself up onto the gravel roof.
Peter wanted to do the last “leg of the race” in one surge. So he ran to the tallest building in the city, the Transamerica Pyramid. Peter could see the pyramid shaped tower from the building he was on. He ran to a ten foot gap, that spanned over an alley and leaped it with no problem. He jumped over a radiator tucking his legs into his chest, and thrusting them back towards the ground at the very last moment. This move propelled him through the air enough to do a no-handed cartwheel over another radiator.
There was a power line that he could use to get even closer to the pyramid by zip lining. He made a strand of magic in his had and shaped it to a triangle with no bottom. He hardened the magic and he was good to go. He did this all while running at twenty miles an hour. He jumped when he got to the power line and swung his makeshift zip line over it. He was zooming across San Fransisco’s downtown streets at surprising speeds, speeds that scared even Peter. When he reached the end of the power line he was not very far from the pyramid. Just a few buildings away. He swung on the zip line and let go of his magical harness, when it left his grasp it disintegrated into thin air. He landed on a building, rolled and stood at his last obstacle. Getting onto the top of the Transamerica Pyramid itself!
There was some scaffolding about half way up the building from where he was. He could make that easily, he knew. Peter gathered his strength, and tapped into his magic a little bit. He crouched, and concentrated a surge of energy to his legs. His legs opened from the crouch like a supercharged spring. His long pony tailed hair wiping behind him. He was inches from the scaffold, but he just missed it. His hands groped for the scaffolding, but he just hadn’t jumped high enough. Without heasitation, Peter reached into Kayden and pulled out two curved blades, and with his superhuman strength he plunged then into the cement part of the buildings wall.
Going into the wall almost to the hilt, the blades stopped his fall nearly instantly. Peter pulled the left blade out of the wall and pulled up on the other one. He drove the left hand blade into the wall just above the right one. With two more pulls Peter was at the scaffolding, he jumped onto it, and put the blades back into Kayden. His next task was to find a way up the rest of the tower!
He wanted to just lie on the pavement for a while to think about what mistake he made. Sadly he did not get to do too much of that. As he became more coherent he realized that he needed to get to his masters house as soon as possible. It was then that he noticed the street car rails underneath him, he also noticed that the rails were vibrating slightly. He jumped to his feet, and looked behind him. He could see the street car just cresting the hill about ten feet from him, and it was closing fast!
Peter leaped into the air and front flipped two times, before landing on top of the street car. He waited for the perfect moment and jumped straight up in the air, grabbing the street light with both of his hands and pulling himself up on to it. He wobbled on top of it for a second and then found his balance. He was like a cat perfectly balanced on the top of the pole. After resting there for only a few seconds, he ran across the beam of the street light and leaped over the sidewalk, and towards the six story brick building. He ran up the wall six steps and leaped to the top. He grabbed the edge of the building and pulled himself up onto the gravel roof.
Peter wanted to do the last “leg of the race” in one surge. So he ran to the tallest building in the city, the Transamerica Pyramid. Peter could see the pyramid shaped tower from the building he was on. He ran to a ten foot gap, that spanned over an alley and leaped it with no problem. He jumped over a radiator tucking his legs into his chest, and thrusting them back towards the ground at the very last moment. This move propelled him through the air enough to do a no-handed cartwheel over another radiator.
There was a power line that he could use to get even closer to the pyramid by zip lining. He made a strand of magic in his had and shaped it to a triangle with no bottom. He hardened the magic and he was good to go. He did this all while running at twenty miles an hour. He jumped when he got to the power line and swung his makeshift zip line over it. He was zooming across San Fransisco’s downtown streets at surprising speeds, speeds that scared even Peter. When he reached the end of the power line he was not very far from the pyramid. Just a few buildings away. He swung on the zip line and let go of his magical harness, when it left his grasp it disintegrated into thin air. He landed on a building, rolled and stood at his last obstacle. Getting onto the top of the Transamerica Pyramid itself!
There was some scaffolding about half way up the building from where he was. He could make that easily, he knew. Peter gathered his strength, and tapped into his magic a little bit. He crouched, and concentrated a surge of energy to his legs. His legs opened from the crouch like a supercharged spring. His long pony tailed hair wiping behind him. He was inches from the scaffold, but he just missed it. His hands groped for the scaffolding, but he just hadn’t jumped high enough. Without heasitation, Peter reached into Kayden and pulled out two curved blades, and with his superhuman strength he plunged then into the cement part of the buildings wall.
Going into the wall almost to the hilt, the blades stopped his fall nearly instantly. Peter pulled the left blade out of the wall and pulled up on the other one. He drove the left hand blade into the wall just above the right one. With two more pulls Peter was at the scaffolding, he jumped onto it, and put the blades back into Kayden. His next task was to find a way up the rest of the tower!
