Querencia

S1 E1: Rise of the Snakes*

Warnings:

- Thoughts of Suicide (Don't read the italics)

- Violence, Blood

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Perched on the red sun-baked tiles of the Monastery, sat [M/n] - overlooking the coiling, golden statue with ruby eyes of the First Spinjitzu Master; A Lóng dragon with the face of a Nian - lounging about as he read. The sun was high in the sky, a cooling breeze keeping him from overheating, clouds passing over and casting shadows every once in a while and the aromatic smell of incense floating from Wu's open bedroom window filled his nose. It was a perfect day.

Faint beeps and yells were filtering into the courtyard, accompanied by louder, raucous laughter while the ninja played their video games, when they should have been training. Luckily the noise was not enough to disturb him, but it wasn't pleasant background noise. He made due though, since it was easy enough to ignore the four. That was, it was easy too, until the great oak door of the Monastery opened, no footsteps following.

"Have you seen your brothers?"

Idly turning the page, "Gaming room."

Wu sighed, disappointed, "I see."

Turning around, Wu closed the red door behind him. For a long minute the irritating sounds continued on as normal, before they became more frantic, panicked, yelling at Sensei for whatever he had done. The peace was broken. With the yelling it was too much for him to want to continue reading.

Sitting up [M/n] slid his bookmark between the pages to mark his place, setting the book away from the edge so it would not slip. Now cross-legged, he allowed his mind to wander to distract himself from the chaos coming from the Game Room.

His hand drifted towards the sheath at his hip, resting on the handle of the Golden Tessens he now wore. As one of the Golden Weapons it was incredibly fascinating - which is why he was reading through a book of legends, hoping to find more on them - holding a power [M/n] doubted he'd ever be able to achieve in his life.

According to the legends he'd read, of which he'd read multiple, the Golden Tessens were capable of controlling and resurrecting the Dead. Of manipulating the very essence of Death, known as Nether.

Pulling one Tessen free, he opened it to better observe the fan, taking in all of the details - the nine golden 'ribs' and fabric, attached to a handle made from the pale, golden wood of the Golden Cedar, and the black stitching of feathers on the fabric over the 'ribs', giving the appearance of nine 'feathers'. Hidden in the hollow 'ribs' were blades of some kind of golden iron or steel, strong enough to slice through skin, muscle, and bone if need be.

In his, biased, opinion the set was a work of art. Nothing he had ever seen before could possibly compare - though his memory of only a few months did not give him much to work with. Being in a coma for three years would do that to you.

Of course, their beauty was matched by their deadliness and power, something he deeply appreciated and admired. So, he had spent the 13 months since retrieving the Tessens working on accessing his Element, learning how to use it. Like an anchor, the Tessens became his focal point for him to channel his element. But it was difficult. So much more difficult than he had prepared for.

A sudden increase in shouting pulled his gaze from the weapons to the doors, flicking his wrist to close the fan to sheath it safely, quickly turning his attention to the chaos. His hearing - which he had learned was better than the average person - was able to pick up the heavy, but coordinated steps heading his way. Nya's, he guessed.