Wrentia
03-05-2001, 09:45 PM
I was a little bored and started writing some Arcanity Fiction. I'll post the first part here, and if there is interest, I'll continue the story.
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Ubata was worried. He was fast approaching his Rite of Akazi. Soon he would embark on the challenge of life, and leave behind his childhood. Children of the tribe were raised and protected, but didn't take their rightful place in the tribe until going through the Rite of Akazi. The palm huts of the village had been his home, but he yeared to explore.
A recent human visitor had opened his eyes to the outside world. Torin, so unlike the bitter members of his race in Sanctimonia, had shared much with Ubata durring his time in the village. Their shared love of alchemy had led to many explorations around the local jungle, and many long conversations. Torin shared what he knew of other places and peoples while Ubata shared his knowledge of the local medicines and of the Akazi. The stories of elves, minotaurs, and other strange people had lit the fire of adventure and Ubata was ready.
Until yesterday. Word had come to Leader Mukaro that after Ubata and the village had celebrated the Rite of the Akazi, Ubata was to leave on a journey. Mukaro has been instructed that Ubata could have one traveling companion and had assigned his own son, Warrior Imtoe. Ubata and Imtoe had been close while growing up so that was not a problem. The journey itself was the problem, for Ubata had been called to come before the Lone Akazi, thus Ubata was worried.
The Lone Akazi lived on a small island on the north end of the isle chain off the Tanzia mainland. Growing up, Ubata had heard many stories about the Lone Akazi from all of the villagers. Old Bantalo, the village shaman, had trained under the Lone Akazi. While the villagers had told many stories about him, Bantalo had never spoken about the Lone Akazi.
Tonight Ubata would become Akazi, and tomorrow he and Imtoe would begin the paddle north toward the isle of the Lone Akazi. Torin's stories about ogre's and other monsters hadn't caused the same feeling he now had in the pit of his stomach. After all stories were just stories. The Lone Akazi was very real, and Ubata now knew fear.
To be continued
-Wrentia
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Ubata was worried. He was fast approaching his Rite of Akazi. Soon he would embark on the challenge of life, and leave behind his childhood. Children of the tribe were raised and protected, but didn't take their rightful place in the tribe until going through the Rite of Akazi. The palm huts of the village had been his home, but he yeared to explore.
A recent human visitor had opened his eyes to the outside world. Torin, so unlike the bitter members of his race in Sanctimonia, had shared much with Ubata durring his time in the village. Their shared love of alchemy had led to many explorations around the local jungle, and many long conversations. Torin shared what he knew of other places and peoples while Ubata shared his knowledge of the local medicines and of the Akazi. The stories of elves, minotaurs, and other strange people had lit the fire of adventure and Ubata was ready.
Until yesterday. Word had come to Leader Mukaro that after Ubata and the village had celebrated the Rite of the Akazi, Ubata was to leave on a journey. Mukaro has been instructed that Ubata could have one traveling companion and had assigned his own son, Warrior Imtoe. Ubata and Imtoe had been close while growing up so that was not a problem. The journey itself was the problem, for Ubata had been called to come before the Lone Akazi, thus Ubata was worried.
The Lone Akazi lived on a small island on the north end of the isle chain off the Tanzia mainland. Growing up, Ubata had heard many stories about the Lone Akazi from all of the villagers. Old Bantalo, the village shaman, had trained under the Lone Akazi. While the villagers had told many stories about him, Bantalo had never spoken about the Lone Akazi.
Tonight Ubata would become Akazi, and tomorrow he and Imtoe would begin the paddle north toward the isle of the Lone Akazi. Torin's stories about ogre's and other monsters hadn't caused the same feeling he now had in the pit of his stomach. After all stories were just stories. The Lone Akazi was very real, and Ubata now knew fear.
To be continued
-Wrentia