Trico's heart banged against his fluffed chest. He was tired and covered in blood, luckily the boy had brought a barrel for him. He curled his head in to bite it. The fluids contained inside flourished down his throat, running into his hungered stomach. He looked down gratefully at the boy. Slowly and calmly, the boy got onto Trico and proceeded to groom his upright feathers. The blood that smeared his coat was now gone. Trico stood back onto his talons and began to trail down a hall. To his surprise what he saw when he looked in the hall he saw something pretty disturbing. There was a line of Samurais. Headless. A shiver was crawling down Runako's spine as he looked at them. A purple glow came out of their headless heads. It was strange. They weren't activated when someone passed by. A window let the bright light of the outside pour into the room. Instinct fell over Trico, he knew they had to get out of the building. He leaped on the window's sill and sat moving his head around looking for a place that they could go to.
A single tower stood in the center. Trico's haunches curled in as, Runako observed, then kicked out as he leaped out. The beast sat with his tail curled neatly over his talons and looked at the boy. A smile ripped across Runako's mouth before they entered. A turquoise colored fog filled the building. Drool filled Trico's beak looking beak, as the drool began to fall. " Ew! Trico! Control yourself you little devil!", he cried with outrage as a drip fell onto his back. The slobber somewhat stuck to him but luckily he got rid of most of it. Trico seemed to understand since he didn't drool anymore. Cautiously, Trico stepped softly against the ground. Runako had seen the beast's behavior change. He probably knew something. A loud clank rang behind him. A barred gate fell, enclosing Trico, separating the traveling pair from each other. Trico let out a feared whimper as he looked at the boy from the other side where he stood.
"Trico, I'll figure this out!", Runako called as he began to run away form the scene. He looked down to see a large hole engulfed with the strange aroma filled fog. Where was it coming from. He stepped away from the hole, turned away, and passed through the gaps in the wired gate.Trico looked please to see him as he entered, but he seemed more intent on the mouthwatering smell of the clouds.
Trico stared at the scented clouds foaming out of the gap. He longed to get over there and eat it. It was the same smell of the barrels, but gladly it had no wooden taste to it, unlike when it was in the barrels. Slowly he saw the barred gate begin to go up. He got back onto his claws and began to scratch at the gate to open up quicker. He had no patience. He went through the gap and widened the gap more before running into the whole in the floor.
Runako watched in astonishment as he saw his friend jump in. He must be desperate for food or something. He chased after him and called out to him. Trico would not heed his call. He pulled away from the hypnotized beast and began to roll one of the pots full of the strange scent off. It crashed down as he felt triumph soar over him. Along with the scent was another. A humid scent. It made the already contaminated air harder to breathe in. A memory began to set in:
It had been raining for the whole day. Runako and Nuruko had been playing outside in the rain. Mud covering their feet as they kicked a ball made out of a rabbit pelt. The older orphans had came over to teach them how to play, but they were not so nice. "So you're trying to play Aqarball? This is how you paly", had called a boy named Naka. Naka had been known to be trusted but a tyrant at times. Younger Nuruko and Runako had agreed to let them teach them how to play. Naka and his friends had stolen the ball and token it for themselves. Even worse they had tossed the two boys into the river. When they came into the orphanage Mariko had been angered at the mess they were. "You no good kids! I'll bet ten snake hearts this was the work of Naka", she cried in fury. To scared to answer the two boys nodded slightly. Naka and his group were tossed into the river and had their proper room for a week. Even though that sounded cool, it wasn't. They had to use the same clothes for that whole week to learn their lesson. The humid, nasty smell had filled up most of the places where they entered and passed through. They wailed about wanting clean, dry clothes. They stuck with that clothes and soon they were teased and hated Nuruko and Runako. In revenge, in battle practice, Naka would pair up with Runako to purposely hurt him. Soon Naka was tossed out of the village and was known to live in the woods. But that smell that he carried was so bad!
The memory seemed to life away to show Runako reality. Trico loomed over a pot. The smell exiting out of the unclosed top. He gripped onto a time as it began to roll. The floor creaked. Was it going to collapse? That's when the unexplainable happened. Trico stared at Runako as the floor opened up and the small boy fell in. The pot rolled over the gap and fell in like a lid over a jar. Runako was gone.
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The Last Guardian (I'm not dead)
FanfictionRunako--a boy that lives in a far away village is taken. He was the chosen one. The boy has been stolen by a man-eating beast that is known to be feared: Trico. At first, the boy is scared of the creature. He had always learned to fear it but makes...
