"There's nothing to go on for. Nothing for my heart to cherish, but if that is true, why am I still here. Why do I still have existence? I did all I could. I still do all I can. But why? Why am I here? Do I still serve a purpose? I can't even see. I don't want to see. The pain it may bring me is too much. But if I am here I might as well look. No it hurts too much. It's like opening your eyes for the first time. Too much pain but I will try. Oh they opened a little. Oww Its to bright out there wherever there is. But I must, or I should just go back into darkness. I will try my hardest. But how did I get here anyway. Did I fall or get killed. Why did I do........oh that's right? I did it for her. Everything was for her. Ever since we met everything has been for her. I wonder how she is doing. Is she sick, hurt, ok. I don't know. And even if I wanted to find out I don't think I could. "No I will. She wouldn't give up on me. And I wont give up on her."
The figure the voice is coming from tries to move and finds he can't. It's hard even to move his eyes under his eyelids. But suddenly he fills warmth. Starting at his feet it moves slowly up his whole body. With it he finds he can move his toes, his feet. It's like being unfrozen. Finally he can move his arms, but barely. Full strength hasn't returned. Up his neck and finally it leaves his head. He knows he can open his eyes but is afraid to. Finally he builds up enough courage to look out.
***
The door of a two-story house suddenly opened into the bright morning. There stood a small boy no older than 14 with long metallic hair that he spiked up in every direction. He looked around for a second and dashed to an old well in the middle of the circle of houses. He didn't even bother to look up as he jumped 25 feet into the air right over the well and landing well beyond it.
"Zidane, how many times do I have to tell you that you're supposed to walk around the well? Not jump over it." This made the boy turn around. Behind the voice was a beautiful woman with long metallic hair and the weirdest green eyes that seemed to glow with energy. The boy had the same eyes, which looked upon her in disbelief.
"But mom, it takes to long to walk around something so big. And besides, it's a lot more fun to jump. Makes me feel like I can fly. "As if to prove his point he jumped twice as high in the air landing right in front of his mom. "See what I mean."
His mom bent forward and kissed him on his forehead. "One day you will fly my son."
"Mom you always say that but I still haven't been able to." Zidane pulled an object from the back of his pants. "And you said that when the time comes I would be able to use this." His mom looked at the object. It was a sword handle that had ancient symbols of gods and beast on it. It had been passed down thru her whole family and now was his. "See I still can't get it to work."
"Son I told you that you would have to train to learn these things. Don't worry, your day will come. Soon you will be a great fighter and be able to protect everyone from what may come." Like she had to do it for her life, she looked up to the sky as if awaiting something. Although the boy didn't know he would soon meet lots of new people. All of them would not be friendly.
***
"Come on. That's it; you've almost got it. HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A sudden burst of flame caught the mans hat on fire. "Ahhh, put it out, put it out. HELP!!!" He started running around in circles until a large wave of water from an unknown source splashed over him. He stood there drenched staring at the girl who was rolling on the ground laughing. Anger took over him.
"If I am not mistaken, I BELIEVE I SAID FIRE, NOT INFERNO." This made the girl laugh even harder. The man couldn't help but join her in laughter and after a while they were able to speak.
"I'm sorry dad I guess I just lost control." The girl smiled back at her father who was observing the hole in his hat.
"That's ok. Your powers are growing faster than your skill to control them. We will have to work on that. Now lets go get something to eat. Your choice, we can eat here or at the inn in Clefiro."
The girl observed to be giving it a lot of thought. "Well the inn does have some good soup so lets just go there. Ill go get my stuff." With that she ran into the stone house that was located atop a steep hill overlooking the village. She came out with a bag full of herbs, gems, and a dagger. On her back she carried a sword with a picture of a dragon attacked. After all, there were monsters that she couldn't beat with magic.
"Come on Naomi or the sun will set before we even get there." Even though Clefiro was a beautiful town at night with all the torches shining out side the stone buildings, the strongest monsters also came out at this time, and that was not a good thing. As she was running down the hill to her father she tripped on a root and landed scraping her legs very badly. "Naomi are you ok?" Her father seemed concerned.
"Yea. After all that is what they made cure magic for."
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As his mother watched Zidane jumped around getting higher each time. Then on his highest jump yet, he suddenly gasped and started falling fast toward the ground. His mother jumped up and got there just in time to catch him. "Zidane are you al..." She lost here breath when she noticed the gashes in his leg. "Zidane how did you do this."
"I didn't do anything." He looked at her again. "Mom this is the third time this has happened. What is going on with me? OWW." He yelled as his mom put her hand on the wound. A green light settled around her hand and when she raised her hand it was gone and so was the gash. "Thank you. But I still don't get why it does this."