These Dreams of Late

I've been having this dream, I don't know what it means, or why I'm having it. They're always the same. Fang, Aasera and I, on an tropic island. Not stranded, just there. Nothing less, nothing more. We were happy as I can imagine. Only, theres something that isn't quite right. The picture looks happy but, I can tell that it isn't. I miss Aasera, I didn't know her that well, but i felt i needed to hold her and just tell her it would be alright. No matter what was going on. She was that kind of person, and now, I think I've gone and lost everything all over again.
This dream, I've been wondering if they're real or not, each time though. The dream gets darker and darker. As if darkness itself was consuming my dream. The island seems to slowly fade away, and last night, it disappeared. I have heard of dreams foreshadowing events that will come, but i don't know what this means.


-Koen

The Connoisseur

A few days passed, and I decided to go out into the city, to the best place for weapons, or so I'm told. The Connoisseur. The mastermind of weaponry. One of odd things of this was, although he is one of the richest people in the city, he lives in the not-so-rich part of the city. So i had to have Emyrs lead me there. We took this elevator-esque platform thing to the lower levels of the city. It took us about ten minutes to get there, but it was so worth it. When we entered the building in which the connoisseur lived. An immense aura of well, everything. It was very overwhelming presence. An old man sitting there, his beard flowing out only beaten by his flowing robes. "uhm, hey. I need a new sword, since my fathers sword sorta got destroyed."
The old man responds slowly, "Come, closer. Hold out...your dominant hand." Swiftly poking, prodding and measuring my arm he continues. "Hrm, well-built muscles, and bone structure, and a kinesis unseen for many years. Calling out to a worker, to get something called "Tsubeno" Upon the workers return, only a few moments later, he handed the old man a sword, but not only was it a sword. A katana. "You posses a rare gift," he began. "your control over fire, but not only that makes you a rarity. Your aura, is that not seen for a thousand years. So very similar to his. Nonetheless, take this sword, and see if it suits your fitting"
The Saya (scabbard) was black wood, with a beautifully handpainted design. The leather wrapping was a bold white. The hamon(a part of the blade) had a fiery red tinge) with a spear engulfed in flame etched into one side, And a kanji for Kirin, on the other. Swinging it around, the balance was good. I cut at the air, and it was more silent that possible. "I'll take it," I told the old man. "how much"
"Mhm, oh! That would be 100Kachings."
"uhm, sir, no disrespect, but what the hell is a Kaching?"
"Ah, i see your not from around here. A Kaching is the currency of this domain. That would add up to about a thousand Earth dollars."
Right as I was about to fall back and scream I DONT HAVE THAT MUCH. Emyrs interceded pulling out a bag of jingling coins, and dumping it on the table. "This should cover the price for this...sword." As quickly as he said that, he turned on his heel, and walked out of the store. Leaving me quite alone. I pickedup the sword, and secured it to my side. I walked outside and burst into a run, to get back as fast as I could.

Again, another loss!!!....

While I was out training, getting used to running again. I was out for a night, and I slept on the turf underneath a large oak (or what I presumed to be an oak, frankly, I had no clue). The next morning while building up my left arm's strength, mobility, and abilities up to those of my right, while training, unknown to me, was that I was being observed. By another swordsman who was garbed to secretively that you could have though that it was because they hiding a body they did not like.But that is besides the point. This observer was maybe a foot shorter than I, but the sword upon "his" back was long, and had two handles, in comparison to his person. From the view, it looked to be a pair of kodachi or a nodachi.Near the end of the day, as dusk was settling in, the watcher finally struck. Swiftly "he" leaped from the nearby tree on which "he" squatted. Drawing up the blade, above "his" head as "he" falls from above at high speed to strike down upon me. Quickly I raised my sword to block, thinking back, that katana's could only be cut by a high speed object in a specific spot.(8inches from the tsuba) Drawing upon all my strength to hold off this first strike. Steel against steel, as "he" is sustained in the air by the sheer force of the cut, and my block, and then the end of my sword falls to the ground. Broken, as is now my spirit and hope to win. A small giggle comes from my attacker whom has assumed a fighting stance across form me, and begins to charge in. As i quickly asses things, I know I'm going to die if this continues much longer. Taking up whats left of my once proud sword. I assume the stance of Hadanse(hilt is placed a fist above my forehead) and wait for the strike in my most mobile of foot positions. One chance, to get one cut, at the last second.
Pushing off the ground, I engulf my sword in flames as I draw back from the hit. CLANG! Again, blade against blade, only, mine is no longer there. All that is left is the fire I surrounded the sword in, the remnants of the steel are now glittering shards. Turning to run back to the first cut steel. I tumble and grasp the edge in my hand, a vice-grip of life or death. Again I lash out the strongest cut I have to offer, and again my blade shatters. Falling back now, my vision starts to have spots appear. As i force conciseness into my body. I begin surrounding myself in waves of fire. Placing my hands in a ki center I spin a full 360 degrees and lash my hands out in a palm strike at the open air towards my attacker. A fiery inferno of a wall lunges out, forcing "him" far back into the forest away from here.
A now half charred forest stood in front of me. Shattered steel laid around me, and I grabbed the hilt and sheath of my sword and sprinted all the way to the the Cathedral, in the city. The city of C'atha

Sanctification, and Gloryfication

Emyrs, as odd of a person that he was. had a good sense of righteousness. His presence emanates a holy feeling. when we reached town, which according to his words. was close, but his idea of close was a good distance hike away. nor was it a small town as i had imagined. it was a flourishing city, filled with curiosities that could compel me for years. the varying shops and peoples. I was lead to a cathedral looking building, near the northern head of the city. when i entered Emyrs quickly shuffled me to the side had said, "Not a word to anyone, if they ask. you are demon being purified, but you must try to stay silent." turning to lead me to the black enclave, I was whisked away. My largest surprise that day, was just around this corner.
"FANG!" i cried, upon seeing my friend whom i presumed dead. "If your here, does that mean the others are too!" I am barely able to stutter out.
His head dropped, "No, I'm sorry Koen, but...I dont know."
"Well, at least I know your alive, that helps"
At this point, Emyrs is panicking, and his sentence is just barely audible, "You..You know his eminence? Is this blasphemy? My sire, how do you know such a cursed person?"
As Fang and I explained the story. Tears begin to stream do Fangs' face, not of happiness, and they may never cry for happiness, but of sadness. Emyrs had just told Fang that my wings were to be removed. By Fangs powers. "I...I dont know if I will be able to." He seethes, trying not to rage, "but if it is your will, I will do my best to see to your wishes. Our wings seem to of attain us a fate. Mine of the faith, and yours of sorrow, but never mind that. I will now remove your wings." a pause, "brace yourself"
Drawing one of his daggers, Fang muttered something inaudible, then slowing began to slice through the flesh, then a sudden rip. The city grew deaf to me, as my yells for it to end overwhelmed the large sound of the city-life.
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upon waking the next morning, I found myself lying on my back, but there was no pain in my wings, feeling back. All the memories flooded back to me, and a waves of pain overtook my body, But as I felt my back, there were no stumps of the wings as I thought there would be, smooth, smooth fresh skin was there. A few hours later I finally got up, and went in search of Fang, and Emyrs. Now, running, without my wings. It seriously sucks, dont know how people can stand it. its not nearly as fun.
well anyways, I found them at the "catherdral" place, and we began to figure a way to convince Emyrs to come with us to find everyone.

and i gotta go, Fangs yellin at me again to help.

-Koen

Emyrs

the next morning i had decided to approach the cottage. upon reaching the door, and knocking on it. a voice called from the other side of the door. "if though hast purity, in any way, you may enter. if though hast impurity in total. Flee swiftly whilst you still have time"
not caring for whatever the voice had just said. i entered. greeting whomever, "hello, my name is Koen, you now have my name, may i have yours?" to one of the larger surprises it was a boy, who looked not much older than i am.
"INFIDEL! though has purity in any way, thou is a liar! what demonic curse is upon you. or has spawned you. i shall end you now!" he cries as he arms himself with a bastard sword and a intricate shield. lunging out as to finish me before a fight has even begun.
A flurry a strikes that i quickly avoided by flying up. and now drawing my sword. this'll be fun as i fly down as fast as i can lashing out a string of attacks.
after about an hour, he called out "your form is horrible, if thou is a demon, i would now have been bested. so thou must be under some form of curse or possession.
"i am of neither, tell me your name and i will tell you my story." his name was Emyrs. I told him of how it began, and what i lost, then gained but lost again. and the confusion of what happened.
"I will help you, for you see, in this world. your wings are a curse to you. Wish for me to remove them, and it shall be so."
my main way of getting around. helpful but a curse nonetheless. a "gift" from the lab, that i wanted nothing to do with. "yes, i wish to have some sense of normalcy"

there on in, its me and Emyrs an unlikely group a pure and a enigma.
well he told of a town not far from here, so we headed to it. walking, how i forgot about it.

-Koen