I'm currently working on a novel at the moment, been working on this one since my tenth grade year, graduated in 2010, took a year off, and started spring classes just this past January. I'm on vacation at the moment and just got started on it again, writing 4k words hitting 18k yesterday. So here's a bit of it. If I find it isn't really meant to be on here, I'll just stop posting it. Opinions would be much appreciated! I can take a good beat down, so be as honest as you want to be.
Hikaru Story (The plot)- Zynzoth is a distant galaxy that's possessed a war that's been raging on for just about a thousand years. Two sides are fighting in the war, the side of good, the Yamars, against the side of evil, the Synthons. For both sides, there are races that each side consist of, starting from the simple warrior or samurai of some sort all the way to dragon tamers who can summon dragons from their very own body.
The end of the war is drawing close, and one of Yamars strongest warriors, Hikaru Ozakari is trying everything in his power to finish up the war. Losing close comrades, having to fight a battle against himself, against those who rely on him the most, and even an old nemesis, it looks like he may be the one to declare the war an end, but how much can one teenager take?
I'm not good at really describing this novel, all of that just literally came off the top of my head. I should probably work on it though, but I've just been busy deciding to write it. But here's some stuff on it. I do apologize for double posts if they come.
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“Your father was a great man. The moment you accept that will be the moment we win this war.” A teenage boy with long black hair and white tips at the end looked at the elder tan man. “Helen was the best Guardian.”
“Better then you I take it old man?”
The elder man chuckled as they watched the sunset on a cliff. “In my eyes, he was a better Guardian then myself. Someone who puts their life on the line is a better man then one who’s alive.” The teenager just looked back at the sun. “Hikaru?” He looked back at the elder man. “You….”
“…going to wake up?” Slowly opening his eyes, his vision got more and more clear with each blink. “Hikaru?” a female voice familiar to him asked.
“I’m up.” He brushed away the person and slowly got up. Groaning, he grabbed his head and looked around. Five, six, seven, he counted. Eight, nine, ten. Everyone’s here.
“Gave you about two hours of sleep. Should be good enough for you, right?” Hikaru looked over at a fairly white male who looked as if they were a bodybuilder. Zeke Kinth, his right hand man. The oldest of the group at nineteen with long blond hair, lightest blue eyes, and two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle, not a single ounce of fat on him.
“Perfectly fine. What’s the status?” Hikaru asked getting on his feet.
“About twenty-three degrees with rain. The supplies are really low,” another female voice started to say.
“Do elaborate,” Hikaru said going to grab his red two-hand sword. The girl looked over at him. “Come on Alex.” Alexandra Jones, the supply leader. A smaller female version of Zeke at seventeen. Back during training they always got mistaken for brother and sister.
“Fourteen flash grenades, twenty-two frags,” she started to say scrimmaging through a bag. “Eleven paradags, nineteen poisdags, twenty-three daggers. The medical supplies… from the start I’d say are at forty-three percent.”
“Is that before or after tending for Arnold?”
“After,” the voice that woke him up said. That was Lily Smith, the medicalist. Seventeen with long pink hair and dark green eyes and pale white. Looked like a frail girl, one who looked nowhere close to a fighter. His left hand girl, his best friend next to Zeke.
“Is that it on the supplies?” Hikaru asked turning around holstering his sword on his back. Alex put a thumb up. “What’s up with Arnold?”
“Someone’s going to have to hold back and just keep him on their back. He’s in shape to fight or even move,” Lily stated.
Hikaru looked over at a ten year old looking girl. Cassandra Bish, the youngest in the group at fifteen. Freckle faced red head with the smarts of Einstein. “What did you and her collect on him?”
“Thirty-five percent shazor. That alone…” Cassandra started to say.
“Is enough to put anyone in the state he’s in. We have to finish this mission, not for our side, but for Arnold’s sake,” he said looking at all of his comrades. “Franklin, you’ll take platoon B and Zeke will take platoon A. Lily will go with Zeke with Arnold in her possession. This is it for this mission.”
Franklin Yarch chuckled as he sharpened a dagger. Short brown hair, cocky attitude, a freckle on the right side of his nose, and a smirk on his face all the time. “Three months on this mission, it best be it.”
Hikaru couldn’t help but hold back a smile of his own. “Zeke and Franklin do know what is going on in this situation. This is the last of the mission, accomplished or fail. They’ll inform you on the way there.”
Lily looked up at Hikaru. Zeke looked over at her and groaned. “Really Lily? The man is an Ozakari, he can maintain himself.” Zeke looked over at Hikaru who looked as if he was going to doze off. “Right?” Zeke asked.
“Yeah. Franklin, you can take either Alex or Cassandra if you need to, I know you’re short one man.”
“Basic training taught us to deal with what we have. Taking Arnold off our hands due to his condition actually helps us a lot since we’re shorthanded. We should be fine.”
Hikaru had to smile at that comment. Franklin thought he was the chosen one, but when it came down to it, he knew when to hold back. “You two do know you can beep in the headset whenever needed. Anything goes wrong, do get me when it happens. I’m going to go on ahead.” He walked over to Alex and the bag and grabbed little supplies.
“You sure you going to be okay?” Alex whispered.
“I hope so.” He learned that Alex always had his back, and he could be upfront with her. “Make sure you take care of Lily since she has to take care of Arnold.” He gave Alex his white smile and teleported.
It was a war, a war that had been raging on for over a thousand years in a galaxy far away from the Planet of Civilization, or Earth. Two sides, the side of good, the Yamars were fighting the side of evil, the Synthons. The sides had got their sides from the God, Yemma, and the Devil, Synth who had fought it out a few years before it was declared a war between the two sides.
Billions of people had died throughout the war coming from either the Planet of Civilization or from Sino, the planet the war was taking place on in the galaxy of Zynzoth. The War for Zynzoth, that was the name of the war, the war that had engulfed Hikaru Ozakari’s family. His first male ancestor had fought in the war and since then, every male in the family has had to fight in the war. Some were lucky and got to go back home with their memories cleared of a war, others fought and died.
Hikaru had been having dreams, of past conversations with the Guardian of the Yamars, or President or king in Earth terms, about his father who was the last Guardian. Never once did Hikaru talk to his dad while he lived. Risked his life in an intense fight between a former rival. Why would he need to feel any emotion over someone he hardly knew? Father? How could he have been considered that if he never tended to his own kid?
Warriors were taken from the Planet of the Civilization, or Sino every two years or so. Around three hundred kids were recruited to go through some of the most intense training a human could go through. Embracing serpents? Massive chunks of no sleep? Standing in the cold ten plus miles from a warm destination? No regular human could go through that, much less a kid. Only a selected few made it with teamwork and the will to live.
His class was Class of 2112, graduating in the year 2112. Three hundred and thirty-three kids were recruited, only seventy-four graduated. Hikaru was made into the leader of the class two years into the five years of training and felt that every death that happened was of his own doing. He had three hundred and two kids’ lives in his hands, and he only helped seventy-three, not including himself, live. Some of the graduates went off to do their own things, others decided to stay with him for reasons still unknown to him.
Hikaru shook this off as he continued to fly in the sky with the rain falling pretty gently. Alex was right as usual, it was pretty cold. How a human can determine the weather like she did was a mystery to him. His ten comrade squad and him had been on a three month assassination mission. What was supposed to take only about a week and a half, turned out to be longer. The gunmen, one of the races for the Synthons, had built up their defenses to prevent the assassination of their Guardian to happen.
Hikaru rubbed his eyes a bit. He maintained about forty hours of sleep for the past ten weeks making sure no Synthons would come and attack the hideout that his squad and him were at. Being the leader was something he was best fit for, but he wish he wasn’t. His last name was the primary reason for his leadership, then it was his intelligence, wittiness, leadership that put him where he was.
He sighed at this. Just thinking things were other doesn’t change anything Hikaru. Let time take its toll, carry out your missions, and try to finish this war, he thought.
Hikaru saw a huge amount of gunmen, lined up in two lines and huddled in groups throughout, in front of the Hapag, the castle for the Guardian of the Gunmen. Ozorth mustn’t have got here yet, Hikaru thought as the rain started to slowly pick up. He was in a bundle of trees tens of yards away from the gunmen in front of the castle the size of a football field and a half. Hikaru started to nibble on his thumb, agitating a bruise on the inside of it. He had to wait on the right time to attempt the assassination. First get vision on the objective, then find that split second he could attack with the hundreds of gunmen there. Easier said than done, he thought.
Something vibrated in his pocket, the headset. Hikaru dug around in his pocket for a bit, scrimmaging through a few small things that were probably unnecessary to have on this mission. He finally found it and placed the small ear piece in his ear. Clicking the button on the side, he instantly followed up with a silent, “What is it?”
“We’re basically there. Is Ozorth not there yet?”
It was Zeke. “Not yet. Either not here or we’re going to have to infiltrate the Hapag which I’m hoping we don’t have to do. Just get in the triangle form. You…”
“Hikaru,” Zeke started to say chuckling before finishing up with, “Arnold and I know the coordinates. It’s all on your mark. You get the kill, all Underworld breaks out, and we help eliminate, been over this multiple times.”
As much as he hated Zeke for being a smartass, he kind of liked it at times, and this was one of them. “Tell Lily to stay back as far as she can, and to fight when needed. As soon as Ozorth goes down, just go for it. Tell Arnold. Out.” He clicked the headset off and placed it back in his pocket.
If he didn’t see a small flicker of two lights go off straight ahead, both to his right and left, and Ozorth were to get in his vision, with the perfect timing to assassinate, he’d have to hold off until both platoons got here. Not something you really want to think about though. An Ozakari taking on an entire small army of gunmen isn’t what you want, he thought nodding his head.
He tried to warm himself up. Using a simple Fire Blast to start a fire would give out his whereabouts and ruin this entire mission. Rubbing his arms wasn’t enough to warm him up; the Hargon weather was always weird. If the sun were out, it was nearly a hundred degrees, and if it wasn’t out, regardless of precipitation or not, it was always near the single digits. Then he saw it, one flicker of light for a split second on his left. Platoon B, Franklins squad was in position. Where was Zeke’s Platoon? If Platoon B made it, and they left the same time, shouldn’t his be here too?
Hikaru looked over to his right waiting, waiting on the flicker. Nothing at all. What the Underworld Zeke? Hikaru thought. Then he saw a small amount of movement underneath him. Looking back down, he saw some gunmen moving, some straightening in the line. Damn it! Ozorth is here! He looked one last time upright to see the flicker and still saw nothing. Hikaru sighed and closed his eyes for a mere three seconds and opened them back up.
His vision was rainless and bright. He had activated the Silin Technique, a technique for the elite warriors who were willing to go through the intense training to possess it, or had the blood of an elite warrior. A technique changing the color of one’s eyes and increasing their vision, strength, agility, endurance, and everything else that could help out in a fight. Helpful technique throughout his life.
Hikaru started looking around, looking for Ozorth. A pale white man with skin that was wrinkled like a newspaper that contained an article Hikaru didn’t like shouldn’t be hard to miss, right? Skimming, up, down, left, right, all around, couldn’t find him. Hikaru turned around and saw the ship that probably contained Ozorth. Here we go, Hikaru thought.
A few gunmen stepped out the ship carrying sniper and assault rifles, waiting on their very leader to step out. After a huge African American man with a gaitling gun at hand stepped out and turned back to the ship, Ozorth stepped out slowly wearing his black armor with white trims at the shoulder blades and knees. Ozorth looked around with a smile on his face. “The Yamars have pulled off I see,” Ozorth said.
Hikaru smirked at that comment. Only if you were right. Quietly sneak on the tress behind you and just assassinate there. Should be easy to get rid of you, question is how though? Hikaru thought. Hikaru started to quietly make his way over to the trees behind the ship. He jumped from tree to tree, on his toes, avoiding any real noise to be heard. A dagger would require one attempt. If he missed, then this entire mission would come to an end, possible death to all of his comrades and him. The one time he wish he had a bow and arrows to just quickly take aim at the head and end this in a quick second.
After say about eleven trees, Hikaru stood on the tree he felt best fit for him. What luck did Yemma give Hikaru. Below him was a lone sniper taking a bathroom break. Are you really kidding me? Hikaru thought. This can be easier than I thought.
Hikaru smiled from ear to ear as he grabbed a regular dagger. He put the dagger at hand, took aim at his head, and threw the dagger down with force. Hikaru teleported down to the sniper and the split second before the dagger struck his head, Hikaru covered his mouth to avoid a giveaway. “Did you really just take a break by yourself, no comrade nearby,” Hikaru whispered in his ear.
He dropped the man, quickly went through and grabbed his sniper rifle and the handguns that he contained. Hikaru holstered the stuff, picked up the body, and jumped back on the tree. His mentor, Jave, taught him that if there was a kill you’d execute on, avoid any urgency by getting rid of the body out of clear view. Dress up like a gunman, that was never a good idea on Sino. Each race knew their own kind well enough they could pick out the ones that didn’t seem like they were. It was just Zynzoth instinct.
Hikaru leaned the body against the tree and looked back at Ozorth. He had missed that opportunity to take the kill, but he rather would have the sniper to guarantee the kill. Kill with a sniper rifle, the easiest thing he learned how to do in training. Hikaru placed the sniper rifle on his shoulder and took aim at Ozorth’s head. He pulled his head back and looked around, keeping the sniper holstered on his shoulder. Platoon B was the patient ones, so maybe that was a positive on only having them here.
All the gunmen were at charge stance if an attack were to happen. When could he possibly assassinate this Guardian at the right time? There were at least two hundred of them and only eleven of his kind, maybe six if Platoon A wasn’t there. Do I put their lives on the line? We’ve been through much worse, but are they actually physically capable of fighting? Hikaru thought. Screw it.
Hikaru took a deep sigh and put his two fingers up toward the sky and a bright, white light shot out and went above the trees for two seconds exact. He counted five seconds and started to hear gunmen shout and yell. Take the shot now! Hikaru heard a male voice say in his mind.
Hikaru quickly put his eye to the scope and captured vision of Ozorth’s head. He pulled the trigger and the bullet flew right out going through the right corner of his head. Hikaru placed the sniper down and flew up above the trees. He saw Platoon A flying over to the scene, with one person short. Hikaru ignored that and waved down which was an action showing the fight had started. Two of them flew down and who he knew was Lily flew down from where she was landing on a tree.
Grabbing his two-hand sword, Hikaru flew down to the scene with his sword dragging behind him. Bullets were being shot up to him as he continued flying down. He put one hand out and the bullets stopped in midair. Hikaru was a few feet above some gunmen so he swung his sword vertically and a huge Air Wave came from the sword blowing away a few gunmen. Collecting himself on his feet, Hikaru started going on the attack on the ground. Swinging his sword wildly, while stopping bullets midair.
He spun around twice with his sword cutting through a few gunmen. The red two-hand sword was his weapon, he had connected with it instantly when the Board of the Yamars handed it to him. It was strong enough to cut through selected metals, enough to cut through flesh and some bone as if it were air itself. Hikaru holstered the sword quickly and flew up releasing Air Waves left and right from his hands knocking the wind out of some gunmen.
He saw Alex from the corner of his eyes with her purple eyes, she had the Silin Technique activated too. A gunman appeared behind him with a shotgun and Hikaru quickly turned around and punched his face in right when the gunmen pulled out his handgun. Grabbing the gunman’s handgun before he dropped, Hikaru started shooting the heads of the gunmen who didn’t wear any protection on their head like a selected few. One by one they dropped like flies.
“Retreat!” he heard someone yell.
The handgun he took recently ran out of bullets, so he threw that one down and picked up the other he took from the lone gunman and continued shooting what he could as the gunmen ran off.
The attack didn’t last long, reason being was because Ozorth was down and they were attending to his wounds, if he wasn’t dead. “What the Underworld happened to Platoon A?!” Hikaru yelled as the gunmen cleared out of their sight.
“We…. had a bit of a problem with Zeke,” Alex started to say helping Cassandra out with a small wound.
Hikaru looked around to see if Zeke was around. He saw Lily managing her way over to them without Arnold on her back. “Where is he?” Hikaru asked with a bit of worry in his voice.
“He ran into an elgit,” Alex said a little too calm.
Hikaru glared at Alex. “What?! An elgit? They should be…”
“Apparently they’re not.” Lily stood beside Hikaru. “Arnold is gone.” Hikaru now looked her in her green eyes with the Silin Technique deactivating turning his eyes back to the hazel they were before. “He just passed.”
Hikaru slightly pushed her away and flew over to the tree that he saw Lily come from. He landed on the tree branch seeing Arnold just laying his back on the trunk of the tree, head dragged down. “Arnold,” Hikaru whispered. He pulled Arnold’s head up to see his face, eyes closed. “I apologize for not being a better leader.” Hikaru pulled his robe off and placed it over Arnold.
Jumping down the tree, he started walking back to his squad as the rain fell harder against his black spandex muscle shirt and baggy khakis. “How’d the assassination go?” someone on Platoon B asked.
“It was a headshot in the back of the head. Right corner of his head.” That wasn’t what was on his mind, Zeke and the loss of Arnold was what was on his mind. “Zeke, whereabouts?” Nobody said anything. “Cassandra, whereabouts did you guys leave him?!”
Cassandra sighed. “To be honest, his presence left me about two minutes before the scene.”
Hikaru looked over at Cassandra. “Do elaborate.”
“His power level just eliminated from my senses. I can’t sense it anymore. Going out and searching in this area, after eliminating Ozorth is nothing but a mistake on our parts if we do. To be honest, just standing here after it is a mistake.”
Hikaru bit his lip. “Start to head back to the hideout and pack up what we have left. I’ll be flying back a bit,” Hikaru said. “Cassandra will take lead to start up the ship.”
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