Okay….here’s the excerpts:
"Heiri!" Raku was running across a grassy
field. He was small, maybe about ten years old, but he made good distance as he
ran.
"Heiri!" he called out again. Before him
stood a tall, black-haired man around the age of 20. He held a long-bow in his
strong, long arms and a full quiver was strapped to his back. Behind the man
began the border of a forest, which loomed darkly over him.
"Raku," the man said with a faint smile.
His voice was deep, soft and even as he spoke, and he set his bow down to
intercept Raku's leap into his arms.
"How many did you get, Heiri? Huh, huh? A lot,
it looks like!" he pointed down at the bag of bird carcasses. "You're
so amazing, Heiri!" Raku
rambled energetically, laughing.
Heiri shook his head slowly. "Practices pays
off, little one," he told Raku, poking his
forehead. "Remember that."
Raku scrunched up his nose in disgust. "You're
always saying stuff like that, Heiri. It's
weird."
Chuckling, Heiri ruffled the white tangles on his
little brother's head. "Let's get you home, now, it's getting late."
"But, Heiri, I want to learn how to use a bow
like you!" Raku whined.
"No, no. It's not safe to be out here now. Here," he handed Raku the bow, "you can carry this back home."
"YAY! Heiri's the best!" Raku cried. Heiri picked him up
and swung the bag over his opposite shoulder, then walked off toward their
home.
From a tree in the forest, a dark figure stood on a branch, watching the pair
as they left. The figure snorted in revulsion, and disappeared.
Later that night, Raku was tucked tightly into bed
when he heard his mother and father talking to Heiri.
"I will not allow you to do this, Heiri!"
his mother said sternly, folding her arms across her chest.
"But, mother, our village is in danger! There's a murderer milling about,
he's already got the blacksmith's son, and--"
"This does not concern us," his father's eyes were fixed down on the
table. "Our house is far enough away from the village to be out of
danger's way. Don't go nosing into their troubles."
"No one else is going to stand up to this murder, so what's going to
happen when there's no one left in the village to kill? This WILL be our
problem, Father," Heiri said calmly, though with
a certain intensity in his voice.
"Think about your brother, Heiri! What happens
if you don't come back?" his mother asked, finding tears in her eyes at
the thought of losing her first child.
"He's a strong boy," Heiri replied quietly,
at a loss for words. What would Raku do? The
little orphan boy they found wandering out of the forest nine years ago--this
was the only family he had ever known. And, his parents...
Heiri was their only legitimate son. He couldn't just
abandon them, could he?
"I'm sorry, but this is something I need to do," he said in a
trembling voice, lowering his head. "I have the confidence to believe that
I'm capable of defeating this murderer, so don't worry about me!" Armed
with nothing more than his bow and quiver, Heiri
hurried out the door before any protest could be made.
It was the last time Raku could hear his brother's
voice.
Raku whispered into his pillow, "Good luck, Heiri..."
Shivering, Raku tossed and turned in his makeshift
bed, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he shivered, murmuring "Heiri"...
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Raku,
unaware of the evils surrounding him, was still dreaming.
"HEIRI!" Raku
was calling out his brother's name again. Although, this time in fear.
Heiri was struggling to get to his feet, while a
dirty, tattered red-haired man stood above him, laughing. His brother's bow lay
broken on the ground, though his quiver remained strapped to his back. What was
going on? Raku thought subconsciously. Was he
reliving his brother's death...?
"Don't even bother to get up!" laughed the man, bracing his foot
against Heiri's shoulder and shoving him down.
"Fool.." he snarled.
How could his brother be put on the ground by such a scrawny guy? He had a whip
in his hand, but from what Raku could observe, there
were no wounds anywhere upon Heiri's body.
The man leaned down and whispered, "Let me hear you scream again..."
He raised his hand into the air and shouted something in a language Raku could not understand, then
from the darkness of the night sky came a bolt of lightning that scored on Heiri. He let out a scream of pain as he writhed, and the
man laughed again.
"NO!" Raku yelled. There was no reaction.
Was he even physically there?
"I'm...not.." Heiri
croaked. Then, louder, "I'm NOT letting you toy with me like this.."
"I don't believe you," the man replied in a sing-song voice,
obviously not taking Heiri seriously.
Suddenly, in one swift (yet painful) motion, Heiri's
legs swung under the man's feet and knocked him to the ground, and before he
knew it, Heiri planted one of his arrows into the man's
chest.
"Check...mate.." After barely getting to his
feet, Heiri stumbled forward and collapsed, never to
move again.
"HEIRI!" This time as Raku
screamed, he found himself surrounded by darkness, and the faint, eerie forms
of transparent humans. Their heads simultaneously turned to him, and they
dissipated.
"I'm sorry..." Raku whispered, sobbing
uncontrollably, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.
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