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I got an idea for a story and instead of scheduling it in, I decided the hell with it and began writing it immediately. This is a Fan-Fiction of Naruto, I do not own characters, locations, and a lot of other things about the story, I'm just writing fan-fiction here. Don't you all love legal disclaimers? 


The plot: 

After getting knocked out yet again by her younger sister Hanabi, Hinata finds an old scroll in a tree that belonged to the first Hyuuga! While traveling with Naruto she finds out he has an interest in it as well. 

Here is an exert, the entire story will begin to be published within a month.

Hinata opened her eyes slowly and looked up at the big green leaves above her head. They moved softly into the wind, some detaching to fly away somewhere. ‘Flying away, that sound nice.’ She sat up and set her hand into the trees hallow and pushed herself up. Hinata moved her hand along the bottom and felt a sharp pinch. She pulled her finger out and saw something unusual. ‘A papercut?’

Serendipity Chapter Three

“Hey, Dad, over here, look at this deer.” Motioning quietly with his hand I jumped on the branch next to him and looked down at the fawn below us. “Is it old enough to bring home as a trophy?” I shook my head, he nodded and dropped the arrow smoothly back into the simple hide quiver mounted on his back.

“Over there, through the trees, look very hard.” Pointing Son followed my fingers carefully.

“A buck, six point.”

“No, ten point. Switch your eyes over.” He looked at me and smiled; suddenly the familiar yellow glow appeared and dulled into the iris. “Hit it between the eyes.”

The movement was so swift a normal person couldn’t see it. He grabbed the arrow, knotted it and shot. There was a small thud as the body fell, the fawn didn’t even notice however. We were swift to the next tree, moving from branch to branch, carefully crossing and walking down a branch and finding a new one to walk down. Pryia though it was funny and called us her ‘tree people.’ 

“DAD! RAIDERS!” This was it, Arem was in my hand as I ran. Son understood that he was to retrieve the deer and stay here, he was to valuable to lose. My youngest son however, he had learn at a very young age how to kill. 

“Dorian, get out Lyisha.” Lyisha was Dorian’s dagger, the one he used to kill his first person. Dorian was kind of tall for eight, thick dark black hair and a certain affinity for finding himself in trouble. Just like me. Just like his mother, and just like his brothers. We ran out of the forest to find my house, I jumped on and pulled Dorian up on the seat. “Remember, don’t tell you mom I let you kill people.”

“Okay Dad. They were just north of the ridge coming; we should be able to pass them off quickly.” He said and pulled Lyisha out and looked at the blade. He was a child, but none the less his demons were already getting to him. Once a week, he joins the clergy for an extreme cleansing. I tell him if it’s in the name of others safety, who’s ever up there won’t mind. He just smiles back at me and laughs, telling me its okay, he knows all too well what he’s done, and he says he can see the faces when he sleeps. I do that sometimes. We arrived just south of the ridge, and there they were coming at us. Three more horse joined us. My other sons were here to help us. 
Talon, the eldest of what really is mine is fourteen, a large yet slim build just like me, but he has the rare grey hair you see every now and then in Carithga peoples. He too has the assassin’s dagger, Micha, after his first kill of a young sergeant in the Carithga Honor Guard, he still keeps the shirt with blood on it. 

Wave and Storm are twins, Pryia named them in honor of her two favorite things. They don’t carry assassin daggers, Pryia wanted to raise them as scholors. They may only be twelve, but they’ve already abandoned that. They had no weapons of their own, I told them a few months ago, when they get their first kill, they can have one. Now is the time. “Dorian, Talon, step back. Today we initiate your brothers into the merciless void known as assassin.” Dorian and Talon smiled. Wave and Storm looked at me awkwardly. “Today, on this, the field of battle we crissin thee. ‘Into the dark depth, from which none may return. Assassins. To your marks. To your blades, no more light.’” It was the assassin’s motto for the entire world. If you recite it to another assassin, they will not kill you, but embrace you as a brother. I put Arem to my lips, kissed her and placed her back. Dorian copied and Talon decided to keep his out just in case. I heard another horse approaching.

I turned to see Son had shown up, the deer tied on the back of the steed. His golden eyes starred down at me and he pulled out his own dagger, I knew what he wanted. He was twenty-five, I couldn’t stop him anymore, he wasn’t a little boy. I nodded down. He stepped in front of Wave and Storm and smiled. “’Into the dark depth, from which no one may return. Assassins. To your marks. To your blades, no more light.”’

Storm said it word for word right after Son said it. Wave muttered it somewhat under his breath. If anyone was scared of pledging themselves to this, it was Wave, he was always nervous. He can’t help it though; Pryia had pampered him from birth. Son turned to him and looked him eye to eye, the golden sight overpowering him, “say it with pride and kill or go home to Mother.”

“Alright…” Wave repeated it louder and Son returned his view to the enemy. They were maybe fifty yards when they spotted us and Son walked out and threw his dagger. He had hit a man square in the chest and he fell to the ground. Son didn’t stop though, he continued foreword and I noticed what he was doing. I had read about it if I may digress. 

The very hour before I met him, I had snuck into the library. By orders of the princess I was to find out about the golden eyes if I could. This is where I saw the scroll lying open on the table. A man, strong and tall, in golden armor, a golden shield, and golden eyes. The magic of the Predom’s if ever there was. 

It was this that placed it self on Son. Talon turned to the boys, “throw your daggers or Son’s going to kill them all.” He snickered. If anything, Talon and Son were best friends, they acted almost completely alike. Both, hard headed, and nothing more then hooligans most of the time. But Talon knows how to kill; it looks like Son does too. Wave stepped up and threw, it surprised me because he hit. Storm followed and hit as well, but like twins, they hit the same, in the leg. They ran foreword towards wounded prey and finished their job. As they moved their heads to see past the horses, it was seen a fog of extraordinary thickness. Out of the cloud ran horses, blood on them. Out walked Son, the gore touch, striding he placed a hand on his little brother Storm and smiled. 


The dusk settled around the town and more or less around my house. The boys beside Son were in bed and Pryia had fallen asleep earlier then usual. We think she may be pregnant again. There was a small knock at the door, I opened it and shook hands with Rudolph, now grown and as sturdy as a rock, hauling bricks every day would do that. “What brings you by so late?”

“Is it a bother?” He asked concerned. The one thing that he never lost was his concern for other people. When he was fourteen he was secretly sworn in as an assassin too. I figured, it was better to be overly safe with a bunch of trained killers than with a simple farmer’s militia. 

“Never.” Son said shaking his hand.

“Oh, congratulations.” He removed his gloves and looked up at me. “I received word just not two hours ago. Carithga is revolting.”

“Like that’s anything new, it was disgusting then and it’s the same now.” I said. He laughed a little.

“No, a revolution, the people are uprising, calling to kill the king and his daughter. They’ve escaped and called on any assassins in this area to protect them. They don’t want to die. Plus, it’s a lot of money.” 

“Rudolph, please tell me you didn’t accept this.”

“No sir, I wanted to wait, you lead the guild here, it’s up to you.” He sat down on the chair nearest and looked up at me. “I think that we should say yes, however. I mean, we adopted you, can’t we adopt them? They put in the notice that they were willing to undertake anything to stay alive. Rumor is the princess is knocked up.”

“Where are they?” Son asked getting out a map. He was going to do it either way, he like to play the good boy. Rudolph stood up and circled a part of the wastelands with his finger, “a small cabin there. All assassins know of this however, so if we purse, it’s going to have to be fast.”

“Son, get the boys up, Rudolph, go and kiss your wife good bye, we leave in ten!” The doors opened and closed all over the house until the black masses were surrounding. Pryia got up half dazed and smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. 

“Be good, okay, and come home quickly, I get horribly twitchy when I don’t have you in bed.” I had to laugh, it was funny, but she was right, if she didn’t have me holding her still she’d move all over the place. I kissed her gently and held her. She pulled back and moved my mask over my face. “Go play assassin.”

I bowed and exited, the boys all copied, kissing Pryia goodbye, she’d put up their mask and then they’d bow and leave. To her, it was like we were all going to war, some horrible bloody bath that’s inescapable. To us, it was normal, like riding a horse or fishing.

Well placed, precise, perfect coverage, the three rules on getting a pick up. Personally, I can’t be seen by the Carithgans, ever if I wanted, I was the best and had to stay a safe distance away and constantly look for exactly what I just saw. Three men, slowly and carefully, sneaking up, ribbons of Carithga draped around the small of their waist. I turned to Dorian, he nodded and proceeded to make his way around while I readied Arem in case I needed to throw her. It was when Dorian was stabbing them that they realized they had failed. Two assassins, never send two. Always one or a lot. 

The door was knocked on by Son and Rudolph. It opened to an aged but familiar face. Valkeria, a touch of grey dotting the front of her normally black hair opened the door, a small sword drawn. She was in a peasant’s outfit, a small white dress with a crudely sown leather vest, her face shrouded in a pain. It was the first time I saw her as human. Son held out the paper with our objective, I had written it in the plainest handwriting. ‘We have come to get you to safety. Follow us. Be silent.’

She nodded and grabbed the note and handed it to someone behind her. I looked across the way to a thicket and nodded for the twins to go ahead. I shoved Dorian foreword too since he’s the only one with actual killing experience worth trusting. He went and they took off on their horses and went ahead. I still had Arem out; I gripped the handle tightly, hiding the royal insignia on her. 

Son and Rudolph split as they walked outside, they being Valkeria, her father the former King Alum, and several men and women. It was then Son and Rudolph paused to look for direction from me. They under stood that the group was too big for just two. I leapt from the tree and ran over. The royals back away in fear until they saw that the other two stood calmly facing me. I nodded and pointed to the front for Rudolph, the left back for Son and I took the right back and the group went enclosed in that triangle. The Carithga princess began talking about how awkward this was. “Y maen huw era wa soppusad tu trost thasa paupla? Whet yf thay laed os tu uor daeth?”

I would like to point out that in no such way am I perfect which is why I made the mistake of talking. “Shot iuor muoth, iour wara told tu ba sylant.” It was a stare of shock and stupidity. They never would have thought someone spoke the same language as the royals of Carithga. Really, if ever I was foolish and wise at the same time… Anyway, it was at that point the three horses of my sons charged back at us and stopped. 

“DAD! It’s more raiders, but it’s a larger force this time!” Dorian said pulling up to me. Son stepped foreword. “Father, let me go and…”

“Stay here, all of you. I have this. I will come back for you.” I said quickly and ran over the hill away from them. I needed to recover myself. I will say one more thing about me, I have done some amazing things as well as stupid, but the amazing things are covered in blood. It was mockery I heard as I ran forth and stabbed the nearest with Arem and pulled her out to kill again. All in all, they never stood a chance. Most raiders never do, they get killed easily, yet I hate that they always seem to attack when I’m near, maybe I have a special scent or something? I counted as I usually do, forty-nine in total. Forty-nine different bloods on Arem, she hasn’t seen such glory in a while. 

I walked back after wiping her clean, kissing her and putting her away. I walked back over and looked at the group being controlled by the small eight year-old. I lifted him back on his horse, “we are heading out, go through the field, I don’t want to waste anytime.” He nodded and raised a hand, swiveling it back and forth the procession started and the nobility looked on the bodies. The women were getting nauseated except for the princess, she was used to this. Some of the men even looked disgusted, I felt proud of myself in a twisted murderous way. 


It took an entire day and night to return to the village, we arrived and were greeted by the serenade of Roger hammering away making a wooden frame to the church. I stopped and so did Rudolph and Son. It was time we went to work. Rudolph stepped foreword. “You all are free to wander about, but stay within the village.”

“Also, beware the silver berries, they are non editable. They have a large one roomed hall set up for you right now. If you wish to stay here permante residency will take an interrogation by my aunt.” Son said as the large woman walked out, wooden spoon in hand. 
She began talking and they all removed they’re masks, I looked over at Valkeria who was starring at me awkwardly. I took off my mask and she smiled at me, “Whara heva iuo baan?”

Pryia walked up and threw her arms around me, “Hey sweetie, the roof leaking, I tried to have one of the boys fix it but they were scarred to get on the roof.”

“I’ll get to it after work.” She nodded and we kissed and I went to work down in with Roger and picked up the frames for the bricks that had recently been empty and walked out to the mud pit, all the while I knew she was starring at me in disgust.

Black Bird: Retribution - Chapter 5

Today’s game were two very old, but well kept versions of pokemon fire red and pokemon leaf green. Gaara didn’t have a preference between the two, but Naruto kept getting fed up with the tediousness of one and kept swapping their twin games at random intervals. This was causing Gaara to save after every battle as the blonde-haired blue-eyed game addict simply grabbed the game out of his gameboy and popped in the one he tired of. Gaara didn’t mind, he was making great progress on both and had raised the starting pokemon evenly while Naruto was hacking at everything and making sure to capture every pokemon in sight.

“It’s a waste of pokeballs. He doesn’t give you anything if you actually capture them all.” Gaara whispered to Naruto. Naruto got a look on his face that he might break the gameboy but stopped and handed it over to Gaara letting him keep going on both games like he was playing on the computer.  “You need to learn its okay to not win every time.”

“But that’s the premise, to capture them all!” Naruto whispered back angrily. “The game lied to me.”

“No, the professor is just a retard. It’s completely unrealistic, I mean they need attention and can’t stay in the preserve forever; they need to be trained, also, through a computer… that’s just bullshit that they can send an entire creature through highly condensed electric waves and not have teleportation for people. Why do we have to bike everywhere?” Gaara complained over thinking the premise. “Besides, they have now encompassed about 150% of their world, think about it, how do they keep discovering new places? Something’s wrong…. They need to re-think the whole ‘new island chain-new season’ thing.”

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Serendipity Chapter Two

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Serendipity Chapter Two


Days passed as years. In five of the longest days of my life I had half a house built, and I was founding a home here with Son and Margery, the woman with golden eyes, sister to the Predom. Yes that’s right, Margery was supposed to be a Predom as well, but for some unknown reason that I will tell you about in a minute she escaped. Anyway, I was beginning to find my place among my new home. Roger had gotten me a job working as a brick maker, the first of the village. I worked with the three boys quite often. The eldest was Grenalde, a boy of twelve who could lift three ties his weight, he was stupid, but a devoted lad. The middle was about ten, I didn’t know his actual name or age but I called him Kiddo, and he was fine with it. Kiddo was fast, I think if I ever need a messenger or an apprentice, Kiddo was first in line, because he was vicious as well.

Last but not least, and by far means the kindest of all the boys was Rudolph, he was only six, he was big but he was smarter then a cracker jack and had already begun to develop a talent for magic. Rudolph came by the workshop every evening where Roger let me sleep and grew a small plant. Tonight he came by with a basket as well and Margery’s youngest daughter who had probably sneaked out.

“Hi Mister Gregory.” Carrie said handing me a small daisy. “Son wanted you to have this and this.” After handing me the flower she reached into her boot and pulled out a piece of paper. She dropped it in my cross-legged lap. I opened it to see a chalk drawing. Usually you’d think of chalk drawings by a five year old to be bad, but it was extraordinary, it was a clear picture of me holding him. That fact that a child can draw like that… amazing.

“Hey Greg, my mom was wondering if we could get some bricks for some bread and fish.” Rudolph asked in his smoothly flowing voice. He lifted a tattered blue cloth from off the freshly baked bread and fish caught just this morning which had their own compartment. Smiling I took the basket and set it down, “You’re mother can have as many as she likes, when were done with my house, alright?”

Rudolph smiled, “I wish I could stay but I’m taking Carrie to see the baby wolf puppies. There mother was killed and there is no sign of the father so we were going to take them as pets, do you want one?”

“I’m not sure. Bring me them and I’ll see if I can’t pick one out of the lot.” Rudolph smiled and grabbed Carries small delicate hand and led her out of the shop. Those kids will make a cute couple one day, I just wished they’d realized before they turned fifteen and sixteen. 

I’m getting myself lost in more present issues again, please, pardon me. Now I really had no use for all the food, but I knew who did. Standing I grabbed the basket and patted my lower back. Arem was still there. Arem is the name of the dagger. I always carry her. She was a gift from the princess, hopefully, one day I will get to thank the princess better. I doubt it, but it is a possibility. I walked fiercely as not to be seen, let’s just say when you where all black and have black hair and wear a black face mask, you cannot easily be spotted, therefore, perfect in my circumstance. 

As I approached the small hut I couldn’t hear anything but the soft weeping of the girl known as Pryia. As of yesterday she was an orphan. He father was found drowned in the lake when she was little then just under thirty hours ago her mother fell on a hill, her neck snapped instantly. I know little of her, but I want to help as my way of repenting. 

I was about to knock when I heard the unsheathing of a blade. You’d be surprised at what were trained to listen for. Instead of knocking I pushed the door open to find her about to stab herself through the heart when I threw Arem. She knocked the girls knife into the wall and landed powerfully above the horrid excuse for a weapon. She looked in shock at her bare hands. I stepped inside and sat down and set the basket between us. Usually I would had said a smart comment such as “grow up,” but I couldn’t, she was still crying. That’s when she turned to look at me and in a small well pronounced voice she said, “Am I a bad person?”

“No,” I am a bad person, you should see how pitch black my soul is just from the past year. She carefully sucked in a small breath and bit on her bottom lip dropping her hands to the hem of her dress gathering it in her fists. 

She looked down at the floor as if looking into a pensive trying to find some reason to think as I did. She didn’t even know me, and yet here I was. I don’t know what it is, but that boy… Son. Son makes me want to be better then an assassin. Before I knew it I had drifted off into space and found myself holding Leila screaming in a fit of rage at her death, then I remember the intolerable silence as I wished for release. Did I connect with her for this, for the epic tears we have cried? The next thing she had thrown herself on me while I was still in thought. She cried, I cried. It was a depressing sight. “I am a bad person… I know it… If I had went with them… they both offered…”

“A bad person…” I said compassionately, “would not mourn as you have.” I caught myself saying this, I just said I was not a bad person. I really need to start catching these things. She cried heavier and I held her there hoping I wouldn’t do it. I can’t stand women crying it just does it to me, and there it was. I think I like her. Damn it. “I brought you some food, I figured you would need it more then I would.”

“You,” She tilted her head up and stared at my eyes, “I know you. Two years ago, you were sent to kill my grandfather and didn’t. You’re Valkeria’s assassin.”

“Wait…” I pulled out my flint and steel to light the torch I carry. Her face came into view, I did know her… and I just fell for her. What a night huh? “By the gods… If it isn’t the grand Duke’s granddaughter. We all thought you and you’re mother had died, Pryia. How did you escape?”

“I don’t know, I woke up here. You’re not going to kill me are you?” The thought hadn’t passed my mind, and it wasn’t going to again. Now I had two things I wanted. I know, greed is consuming my fiber, better then assassination. I shook my head and carefully held her again. Letting go she began bawling, all restraint on her emotions had left. We sat there for a good half an hour, I’m sure Rudolph thought I disappeared, but for tonight, it’s okay. I can see the pups in the morning. Maybe Pryia would like one. “Assassin, what’s your name?”

“Gregory Periculum, and I am no longer an assassin.” I said and patted down my side for the handkerchief Leila gave to me, I found it in the small pocket on the side of my calf and gave it to her. “I ran away to save the Predom’s child.”

“I heard that you killed on whim.”

“That’s nonsense, the Princess… well she could tell you the truth, but we can’t go and see her now can we.” She wiped her tears on the handkerchief and pulled away to hold it over her breast. “Pryia, you need rest, you’re not well.”

“I don’t want to be alone though, I’m always going to be alone and I don’t like it. I order you to stay with me.” Yes, I just received an order, and yes, I am going to follow it. I have to. The Princess’s order can be swayed and forgotten, but her grandfather was a great man whom I had sworn allegiance to after I attempted to kill him. The value of blood between her and the Princess was unmistakable, when I didn’t even twitch she understood this. She grabbed onto me again and rubbed her head on my shoulder till she found a comfortable stop and decided to calm down. She fell asleep soon after. I carefully moved her onto the bearskin which I assumed she used as a bed. I used the torch to light the fire in the center of the hut and moved the small wooden circle used to cover the opening. The smoke happily exited through the hole, dancing around my face on the way out. I knew the fish wasn’t going to last, I minds well cook it.

The night left me alone with my thoughts, my horrible thoughts. I recalled every mission that was successful, all forty-two. Four women, five children and thirty-three men. Disgusting. I am a monster. The children were always the bloodiest. Why were they always the bloodiest?

The light through the smoke opening woke me, Pryia was gone, the cooked fish was half eaten and there was a bowl of freshly picked berries by me. I picked up the bowl and set it in my lap examining what had been given to me, not much but it was enough for breakfast. Blackberries, Raspberries, and Blueberries. I slid my mask down and picked a Blueberry and set it in my mouth carefully. I ate slowly. When you have to go two or three days sans food you learn to immerse in the joys of food and the sweet or bitter or salty flavor. As soon as I swallowed I took another Blueberry. The door opened, my hand was quicker then my head. My mask was up before the door stopped moving. 

Hiding your face is a horrible habit, but I wouldn’t be alive without it. She looked over at me and understood what I had just done. Pryia came inside and sat down in front of me and pulled down my mask. “I’m not going to Carithga just to tell them you’re here. Don’t wear your mask around me, it’s an order.” 

“Sorry, habit.” She smirked and nodded in understanding. I looked at her and got my breath about me, “may I go, I have to work.”

“Oh, you’re still under order. Of course. But do come back and see me once your finished. I’d.. I’d like to talk to you.” Pryia said and smiled up at me with a warmth I knew from Leila. I had to get out of there before I did something horribly stupid. The emotion came in a torrent and I almost couldn’t stop it but I did and I left taking some of the berries with me. Today, I decided I would leave my mask down.


I finished pouring the clay into molds. Since the addition of the boys, we had about twenty molds, and every one was full today. Three of the molds could be emptied of bricks and refilled. For some reason, I didn’t want to. I wanted to go see Son. I haven’t seen him in three days. “Grenalde, Kiddo, Rudolph, go play. We’re done for the day.” 

“What? But we have three more…”

I interrupted Grenalde there. “Go play, you’re still kids, enjoy the winter sun.” They looked shocked. I walked away and Yelled back to Roger that I had finished already and was going to see Son. I couldn’t help it I began running. When I got there Son was outside saying “daisy” over and over again as he picked up one after another. He knew the words, he just need practice saying them. I lifted him over my head and smiled. “Gregory!” He yelled and made me lower him so he could hold onto me. 

I like moments like these. Correction, I indulged in moments like this. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Margery walked in front of me. “We tried to visit you before work Mr. Fletch and you weren’t there.” She cocked her eyebrow. 

“Even with those eyes, I’ll lie to you.” She knew that was the truth. Allie and Carrie walked closely out of the hut and smiled at me. Out behind them ran two small pure white wolf pups. One went for the ribbon tied to Allie’s hand. The other went right for my shoe and bit me. Margery laughed, “that’s December, he’s Son’s pet.”

I rolled my eyes, he picked the dog that would bite me. I set him down and brushed his hair back out of his face. “I have to go talk to Mother, go play okay?”

His smile lessened to a mere shade of happiness to include me in his thoughts. “Go hunting.”

“You want to go hunting?” He nodded. How can I refuse him of what will help him in the future? I hugged him closer and set him down next to the beast known as December. “I’ll take you as soon as I’m done speaking with Mother.”

He kissed me on the cheek and ran off as I stood to watch him and his wolf run off. Margery broke the silence. “So.. you have a disappearing act?”

“I’m not the only one,” I winked down at Carrie, her heavenly giggle was the last I heard as she and Allie went walking down the only street in the village after Son. 

“Allie saw you walking out of Pryia’s hut this morning. What went on Mr. Fletch?”

“None of your concern, trust me Margery.” She winced slightly and saw that there was nothing there to read off. I was being truthful, I had my emotions blank. “I can feel nothing, it’s perfectly natural for me.”

“Just like it’s perfectly natural for me to be a Predom.” She said and went into the hut. I followed her. 

“Margery, if I ever died you get my house, you do not get Son however. If I die I want Son to go and live with Pryia. She’s an old family friend. She knows how I would raise him.”

“Excuse me, that is my sister’s child.”

“The only reason your sister gave him to you was because he would have been killed because everyone she trusted was dying left and right. Trust me.”

“I am supposed to be a Predom, you listen here! He is my boy!”

“What happened to you being a Predom… or need I ask.” I said and looked at the wound on her face. 

“What happened is none of your concern, but the only reason I’m not is because I was too feisty.” That’s right, she’s too feisty. I knew she was lying, she knew I knew. I heard the screech of Fantasma above which meant people were coming. Running outside I saw the bird circling a dust cloud far away, then several horses were clear with Carithga banners waving high. They stopped outside a little hut, Pryia’s hut.

Assassins: an murder for hire, a very stealthy killer. At that moment I abandoned the definition and ran grabbing two of my smaller daggers and whipping them threw the air knocking two of the people from their horses. Three others were left, one got down to go to the door and the other two made their way towards me. Believe it or not, I usually carry about seven to twelve daggers. Arem of course always at my back, two up each sleeve and one in each boot. I was risking our exposure, Pryia’s and mine. 

I deemed it necessary. 

I flung the last two daggers from my arms and they fell to the ground. Rushing by I picked them up making sure to slit their throats as a safety precaution. 

Pryia opened the door and the man grabbed her, the chance was to big that I would hit her if I threw a dagger from this distance. The man, I recognized him, one of the queen’s favorite guards. This was bad. They knew where she was.

I finally got there and pulled Arem and stuck the blade up into his back. Pryia realeased from her grip stumbled back against the wall of her hut and stared. “How did you find her?”

“Ah… Greg. It figures you were too much of a chicken shit to kill a Predom.” It was my misfortune that the entire village had surrounded us. “Princess Valkeria’s personal assassin. How touching. I guess after you poor excuse for a wife died you had to run somewhere!”

I twisted the blade and he swore and screamed, “How did you find Pryia.”
“We were sent to find you, and then we stopped at a village over and they said that a girl named Pryia was around here, Pryia with pitch black hair and deep green eyes.” I used my free hand to twist his arm behind his back. In one swift motion I pulled the blade out, spun it around and slit his throat sending him to the ground.

“Gre… Gregory.” Son said stepping out. I put Arem away and held him in my arms. 
“Don’t sound so worried, we will be safe here.” I had to abandon him to just my right arm seeing as Pryia came over and was motioning to be held. I am a monster. 

A Most Tiring Day

I need a nap in short, but in the long I need energy and to get going. I have things to do and am so sleepy probably because I woke up earlier today. Tomorrow I start school, so the step it up a notch might be messed up, but I am trying! Hopefully I'll be all caught up at the end of the day and will be able to update with positive news.

Serendipity Chapter One

But first a word from our author!

For some reason time his decided to flip me off... In other words, I am short on it but the five day take it up a notch session will continue! Day one was sucessfull, with everything being complete and I hope day two will go just as well. As I am writing this I am loading a game on Kongregate (it's going slow) so I can get the achievements. I have one for the day already and I am hoping to get two here and nearly be done with a third of the check list.

Friday I will be posting the new chapter of Retribution, as I have decided that will be the posting day for it permanetly. The five day up a notch should put me somewhere into half way done with next weeks chapter. I am going to have to work ahead on this thought as classes start on thursday and I may be limited on time, I don't see working ahead as a problem at all.

Lasty, I'd like to introduce Serendipity. It was my first real attempt to write anything that was in depth and profound. The story follows a young assassin who was forced to escort a child to his family in a different town, but he became attached, something no assassin should ever consider outside of his kingdom or realm. Though this our main character has to learn to struggle to change his ways, but how can you change what you were born to do?

Serendipity terms:
Predom -  A priestess who has pure Aerothian blood and has unlimited magical abilities
Aeroth - A god who descended to earth and formed the country Aeroth, and let his children inhabit it with natural magical abilities, in the country all magic has been lost except those who contain golden eyes and the children of Predoms

Serendipity: Chapter One


It is un-motherly to abandon a child of such impressionable age, yet with any other option death would be the recoil. To fully understand would take a lifetime, or maybe just a novel. This is why I write. How can you expect an outsider to understand the equilibrium held at the Aeroth, the Aerothians barely can perceive the power held in their blood, their words, their mere existence.

I digress. You’ll have to pardon me, sometimes, my mind just wanders. Now the boy was five, young and full of the Aerothian blood, yet he could not speak but one word, a word to make someone’s heart melt and only theirs. He spoke, “Mother.”

As I watched his breaking heart he fell unto his bottom and used gangly arms to prop himself up. “Mother, Mother, Mother!” He was in so much pain, his desperation could be felt easily as I had also lost the tender affection of one known as Mother. ‘Of this child’ I contemplated, ‘do I see myself or one as myself?’ I was swift in a no, his mother did in fact rejoice at the words. I could see it in the tears streaming down each cheek, dropping unto the crevices of soft lips and father down her neck. 

I wish the veil did not hide away her eyes, her perfect golden eyes. The boy wailed one last time. The mother obedient to her teachings raised a hand and spoke with such false ire I couldn’t believe she ever loved the child. “You know of Polaris, follow him unto the city, find the girl there with golden eyes, she will love you, call her mother.” 

Her hand lowered, her head motioned swiftly to me, I know her golden eyes had found me. I attempted to speak but the ferocity at which came from her was unexpected for a Predom. “An assassin sitting in a tree can only guess at what I will do if my boy dies. Now, if said assassin were to help, maybe he wouldn’t be lunch for the Leviathan.” 

It was then as an act of complete fear of this one small woman that I abandoned my duty to Carithga and became an enemy of my own people. 

As you can imagine, this was a momentous event. I had changed the course of history because I was scare of a person, ironic? Sometimes I think so and burst out laughing. Why the other day in the market I happened upon her, she thanked me. A Predom thanked me, and not only that I was originally sent to kill her.

There’s my wondering mind again, I bet you’re wondering now whether I’m ever going to get to the actual story, I will, I promise. 

Now that moment I also saw my first bit of magic. It wasn’t simple either, to this day, thirteen years later, I still have no clue what it is. She raised her veil, all I saw was those golden eyes and then the blinding light accompanied by hurricane like winds that flung me from my roost in the tree.

Upon the hard forest ground I fell rather ungracefully landing on my left shoulder. My head jerked and I thought I was going to suffer a serious injury, but my arm only was sprained. I used my only suitable arm to push myself onto my knees and looking over at the boy saw that he himself had been thrown. Unlike myself the little tyke was snoring. The blast had put him to sleep.

I smiled to myself and laughed through my nose. That’s when I hear hoof beats. Luckily assassins are pretty good at escaping quickly. Hasty to my feet I grabbed the child and found a hollow underneath a tree. The damp leaves and bugs angrily shared their space with us. I lay there, feet against the far edge, knees bent, child held tightly to my chest and waited. The hoof beats went and passed, I decided it best to wait until dark where in the boy may awake.

It was a damn good decision.



The call of a large black and brown creature was the timer. The nocturnal Great Horned Owl flew down to the hollow and made as much noise as it could to awaken me. I moved my head and opened my eyes to see her and she brushed me with her wing. “Hello,” I paused for a yawn the continued, “Fantasma. Observation.” She took off, powerful wings sending her into the sky. I don’t go out at night unless she’s with me. As you may have guessed, Fantasma is a trained owl. It’s taken two years with her but she’s better then any man at surveying the area. Three long screeches meant she had found no one in the area. The boy was twitching a little, he needed to wake so we can travel. Normally I would have just carried him, but with one arm incapable it was impossible.

My right hand met his left shoulder and I shook him until he, dreary eyed, looked up at me. There was no gold in sight. “Mother.”

“You’re mother’s gone, she had something important to do. I’m going to watch over you now.” He stare at me blankly then took off outside and screamed at the top of his lungs. Frightened, Fantasma swooped down and hooted at me. Crawling out I stuck out my left should which she joyously perched her heavy body on. “Boy, listen,” I placed my hand on him gently, “she will come back, but for now, we need to leave.”

“Mother?” He looked down at the groundand began sniffling.

I knelt down in front of him keeping my hand on him for stability. Just in case you’re wondering, I put Fantasma on a diet, she’s now ten pounds lighter. As I was saying, I knelt down and tried to reason with him. “My name is Gregory. Would you like to be my friend?”

The boy slowly nodded. He pointed a finger at himself and slowly began to try and stutter out a word. “S… s… souunnnn!” He squealed.

“That can’t be you’re name, Son? That is what a parent calls their child.” I erected myself and sent Fantasma off to feed herself. “Well, if it is your name, then I shall call you Son. You must call me Gregory, can you say that?”

“Gr… Gr.. Ea…Gr… E…” He smiled up at me. I held out my hand and he took it. Slowly following Polaris we walked. Ten to one Son was hungry, but he didn’t have any food and neither did I. I guess the only one eating tonight would be Fantasma.



After half a night of waning moonlight the forest ended into a small meadow where the light gave the look of fey unto the place, as if peace was here. Son released my hand to follow the childish pursuit of chasing the fireflies who were lazy. I walked behind him, the boy’s normally golden hair was white here, and he absolutely beamed. The specter like look took me aback for a second, then he fell over and began crying. I remembered how human he was.

I charged to his side to find him on the ground face to face with a small petrified rabbit. I nudged the rabbit away, instantly Son felt better. “Gre…grey!”

“It’s okay, that was a bunny. Haven’t you ever seen one before?” He shook his head. I sighed, I was in for a long road. “Bunnies can’t harm you, they’re friendly.” He nodded and got up and grabbed my left hand yanking a bit. It was painful but I ignored it and we moved through the field. Every couple of minutes Fantasma would dive down somewhere around us and we’d hear the dying scream of a mouse or rabbit as she ate it. He said my name wrongly again, I suppose to ask about what she was doing so I pretended I didn’t hear. Son was horribly innocent as far as I could tell, why let him know of death now?

With every step my attachment grew. I couldn’t help it, he was intoxicating. I wondered then if I might take him on as a little Brother, but we’ll get the results soon enough.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, I helped him identify some of the more interesting things he’s never seen before and some that he hadn’t want to know about. Breaking day was when we first saw smoke rise from over the crest of a small hill. Below we discovered his mother had been right, here lay the village.

I released his hand and he raced down and started pointing at things and a few people that were awake before dawn. Casually I followed and stopped at the first person I found.

Naturally the farmer I went up to was quite unresponsive to me. Very few people could ever afford such fine of cloth as I wear, not to mention the fine flat black hair that was horribly uncommon. “I’m looking for someone with golden eyes, do you know them?”

“Who might be inquiring?” He proceeded to swirl the saliva around in his mouth and spit onto the ground next to me.

“I’ve been sent by a Predom to find her. Do you know them or not?” He pointed to a hut with smoke coming out the top across the way. He snorted and I walked away. Peasants… how disgusting. I walked out into the road and looked both ways until I found Son staring at a cow. “Son!”

He turned abruptly and rushed me clutching my arm. I nearly had to drag him but eventually I made it to the door and knocked quietly.

“HELLO?” Rang a small voice.

“COME IN!” Said a much louder and deeper one.

“WAIT! I’M NOT DRESSED!” Said a third. Three people living in a hut, how disgusting. I guess when you don’t have that much money you can’t have anything bigger. Everything in Aeroth was so poor yet they had all the power. Pity really.

After a few seconds the door was opened by a woman much smaller then I with brazen gold hair. She looked up at me with simple blue eyes. “I’ve been sent by a Predom to find the woman with golden eyes. Is she here?”

The girl nodded then turned her head back into the hut came whistled, low and long. Stepping back an older woman can foreword, the golden eyes were piercing. She stared at me, I knew what she was doing, she was reading whether or not I came with good intention. After a moment she smiled, “So you’re not the boy’s father.”

“No, I barely know him. His name is Son, he’s been sent to live with you by a Predom with your golden eyes.” I nudged Son foreword and he looked up at her and smiled. “Mother!”

He grasped the woman tightly. She looked down at him, a slight bit of confusion. I guess it is strange when a man and a boy show up at your door and the boy is now your child. The woman reached down with slender tan hand and picked up the child to hold him. “I cannot take full responsibility of the child, I have a daughter about to be wed and a seven year old girl as well.”

When hearing about this child that I had bonded with, the words escaped me and she smiled at me, those perfect golden eyes in adoration. It is then I realized I had nothing to go with, but if they managed, so would I. “Then I’ll be the boy’s father.”

I had no home here, no food, and absolutely no way to provide for a child. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to live up to my words. I have no parenting experience, having been abandoned by my mother unto a master assassin, but this is something I wanted badly. I don’t care if I’m only seventeen, this perfect creature, so pure, was now mine. She had her eyes focused on me, the golden eyes let her know. They let her breech my sanity and read my emotions and the truth of the matter, and that I would be happier then anyone, if I could just have him as mine.

To all you, your probably going, ‘isn’t that rushing it a bit?’ Right now, I digress unto four moths ago back in the south marshes of Carithga, the warm sun blazing in the late autumn. It was there I was burying Leila and her just born child. She was only fifteen, she was strong, healthy, yet the labor was too much. She died right after she thanked me for giving her such a beautiful baby girl. Yes, I was a father, for about five minutes. Upon the quietness of the child so laid upon the quietness of Leila and a period of grieving which lead to my worst action yet.

I accepted the mission to kill the Predom and her son. And this is how I ended up here. I don’t know if her eyes can see all of that, but I doubt they did. But she did get all my other emotions, the needs for him. “My elder daughter Alexandria, her fiancée is a pottery maker. I’m sure he’d love to be shown how to make bricks for a house, seeing as we don’t have anyone who knows how to get them uniformly. If you ask him to help build you a house made with the bricks I’m sure he would not object. I will care for the boy until you have a house.” She turned her lond red hair following, “Allie, come here and take the gentleman to see Roger, would you.” She took the boy inside and set him down at a small table. “Would you like some oatmeal?”

His small head turned towards me, he couldn’t answer yes or no he just said “Gre… grey?”

“He can’t speak, but he hasn’t eaten since yesterday so I would shove it down his throat if I were you.” I said in a response and she smiled. The blond known as Alexandria or Allie came out and threw a ratty brown cloth over her hair and tied it back. She walked out in front of me and closed the door. “Congratulations on your marriage.”

“Thank you, I’ve very happy about it. My name’s Alexandria, you may call me Allie, it’s less time to say. And who might you be that a Predom would trust her child to you?”

I was about to say a huge lie, you know who I am and what I am. No need to say anymore. “I’m a guardsman, my name’s Gregory Fletch.” No, Fletch isn’t my last name, but I am an assassin. My last name is actually Periculum. Gregory Periculum, the Princess’ Assassin. Of an opposing kingdom no less.

“Where you from?”

“No where special.”

“Darmuth?”

“Yes.” Right now, you’re probably going what the hell is Darmuth. Darmuth is a small providence in the south of Camille. Darmuth is full of Carithgain refugees. No one wants to be from there. It’s an insult to say ‘you’re from Darmuth.’ It explains the way I look though. The rest of the walk was absorbed in the small matter of the weather. It was a warm sunny day seeing as Aeroth is pretty close to becoming a desert, but the isthmus where people live has so much water around it, they’ve remain untouched by the scorching rays. We arrived at a large hut where a very dirty man was moving clay from an oven with a large paddle.

“Roger, are you busy?” Allie say quietly. She suddenly seemed to become sweeter. Or maybe it was how burly Roger was. I maybe trained to fight but he looked as though he could snap me in half if his demeanor ever allowed it.

“I’m never busy, always working though.” He tried to jest, it wasn’t that funny though. “Oy, who's this?”

I stuck out my hand, “Gregory Fletch, I have a proposition for you.”

He accepted whole heartily. Three boys of sturdy nature even came to help. I lay five planks of identical wood onto the flat clay area outside his shop. “The trick to making bricks is to make them uniformly. Now hand me that long piece of wood and the hammer and nails.” I took the piece from two of the boys, a hammer from another and Roger handed me a few iron nails that I held in my mouth. Working carefully the wood was set as the base. “Roger, hand me three of those smaller pieces of wood.” I set them in the three space, trimming them when needed. The bricks were going to be large and thin. About a foot by a foot but only five inches thick.

“You can pour these even with clay, I’ll place the other blocks.” There before me was the first three blocks of my new life. 

Update for today

Well, today was a fun day. I was a genius and found out that if I pull back the blankets, the heater's air flow is more reaching then when it encounters the fluffy bed mat. It's nice and snuggly here next to the window, where usually I am shivering with goose bumps. Today I am also starting my five day kick it up a notch program.
This program entails:

• Writing 600 words of Black Bird: Retribution (my Naruto alt-universe FF: http://b.fanfiction.net/s/6373145/1/Black_Bird_Retribution)
• Writing 500 words of Grimwar (yet to come Soul Eater FF)
• 5 Badges on www.Kongregate.com (I loves me some badges!)

I have to do all the writing tonight still, but that shouldn't take long. I'l update every day on my program and if you want to join me for round two when I do four things for five days, more then welcome to. 

Starting tomorrow I will be posting up one of my short novels, a chapter at a time, one chapter per week! The novel is called Serendipity and it is an original. :) The novel follows an assassin as he goes through with being forced to adopt a son and raise him as his own, but no matter how much he fakes it, something just doesn't feel right.