Genesis

Chapter 6

Kenta awakes to find herself once more in the confines of a road, leading to only God knows where. She remembered helping out the villagers of Futuredome when she suddenly blacked out and from there she was void of all memory. A glow in her sleeve helped to clarify. “Go to the north.” The scroll said. “From there I leave the choice to you.” It seemed apparent to Kenta that the scroll had not only a mind of its own, but it also could erase memories. For though she remembered the Futuredome village, she could not recall how she got there or why. Could the scroll have a reason for doing this? And if so, why? “More so…” she said out loud. “The only thing I do recall is someone admiring my sword. What’s so special about it anyway?” She took the sword from its sheath, the polished blade gleaming in the sun. As always, the crest upon the hilt caught her attention. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew it meant something. Her bracelet began to glow. It pointed north. Kenta sighed. “Might as well.”

Since Duiguid knew the name of his friend’s killer, it wasn’t hard to track him down. Or so he thought. Wherever he went, regardless, should he mention “Winston” in his sentence he would find all doors closed as though the name was Taboo. He became fed up and began to capture both people and Bounty Hunters alike sometimes having to kill people (mostly the hunters) in order to get a solid lead. His bracelet hadn’t shown him any paths to follow yet, so he figured he was on the right path. After gaining another lead, Duiguid ran through a nearby forest, a barrier for the next town. “How the hell does one man disappear from the face a dimension?!” Fang came out, running along his master. “You should relax. You’ve been running for two days flat now.” Duiguid was flustered.  He was about to say something to Fang, when he had to stop cold in his tracks. Someone was up ahead. Duiguid stopped. The man just stood there, mist coming from behind him. He was dressed in a woolen vest shirt with a wool pants. Duiguid looked at the man confused. The clothes he wore were suited for winter. “Could I be inside of Obelisk?” he thought. The man spoke. “You there, you been askin’ ‘bout Winston right?” Duiguid placed one hand behind his back, reaching cautiously for a Sais. He figured this guy was Hunter General. “Yeah, what’s it to you?!” The man didn’t answer. “Just as I thought, another freelance fighter searching for Winston. If I beat him, I can get a lead on where to go.” He began to charge his Banchi, his power increasing at a surprising rate. “Then you aren’t leavin’ ‘till I get all I need from you!” The air became incredibly cold around Duiguid. Duiguid being a Lycan wasn’t really affected. Duiguid sneered. “What an ass. All right then. Bring it!” The man smiled. “Chinou!”  And immediately Duiguid found himself having to dodge a wave of ice.

Duiguid knew at once what the man was: A Sanskrit. Beings that have the ability to manipulate and summon ice, freezing and obliterating landscapes. They were closely related to the Lycans, their Animality being that of a fox. This in mind Duiguid figured was the reason that he used his Chinou in order to avoid hands-on combat, knowing full well he would have lost. He again dodged as another wave of ice came towards him. He drew the other Sais from its pocket, both growing in length as he prepared to attack. He sprinted towards the Sanskrit as the ice came towards him, cutting his way through the smaller waves and dodged the others. He was close enough for a strike, when he had to fall back. “Damn. The centre’s too cold. I’ll break like glass if I get too close. But still…”

He decided upon a wild idea and went for it. He figured that if he gathered a bit of spirit energy between the attacks, he may be able to make a clean hit. He again began to forgo his assault towards the Sanskrit, charging his Banchi with every couple hits. He was once more near enough for a hit. The Sanskrit looked up and saw him. “Not bad.” He thought. And immediately sealed himself overhead with a barrier. Duiguid was forced once more to recoil. He looked at his brittle fur. His skin was scalped underneath. He needed to find a way around the Sanskrit’s barrier of ice. But what? Then it hit him.