Two Worlds: Chapter ThreeGingka flopped down on the ground, panting.
“Tired already? I thought you were stronger than that, my son.” Pluto sneered.
Gingka narrowed his eyes and glared. ‘But i’m not your son, am i?”
“W-What?!” Pluto feigned hurt. “Of course you are!”
“No, i’m not. Am i just expendable, something to be thrown into the middle of a battle to kill as many enemies as i can before dying?! You had me fooled into thinking you really cared for a while there, but you don’t, do you?!”
“Go to your room. Now.” Pluto growled.
Gingka huffed angrily and turned, but stopped at the door and turned back.
“That’s all any of us are, isn’t it? Just expendable pawns for you to use for your own twisted purposes, whatever those are.”
“You’re right. That’s all any of you ever were. Now go.” Pluto snapped. Gingka shot him one last angered glare before leaving.
“Why that little-!&
Two Worlds: Chapter TwoIt was no secret that the forest was a dangerous place, especially at night. Even the bravest of the samurai rarely went into the forest at night, and when they did, it was only with extreme planning and a large group. Some samurai blamed the forest for the fact that they didn’t know where the ninja headquarters were. However, aside from the ninja threat, there were also multiple wild animals, some of which were controlled by the ninja. In short, it was the last place any samurai parent would choose to raise a child, yet that was exactly what the ninja were doing.
“Kyoya, your form is weak! Do it again!”
The greenette groaned and retrieved the shuriken he had been throwing.
“Yeah, Kyoya, bad form. Do it again, but you’ll probably mess up again.”
“Shut up, Ryuga.” Kyoya snapped at the other ninja teen.
Ryuga smirked and threw his own shuriken, nailing the target and his form.
“Good job as usual, Ryuga.” their sensei called.
Two Worlds: Chapter OneYears passed. Ryo and Setsuna left the village with Ryo’s unit of samurai, moving to another village in the far north region, where the threat of ninja attack was almost nothing. Despite multiple attempts to have more children to replace the one they had lost, they remained childless, the only child they ever had being the one that had undoubtedly perished in the flames of their fallen village.
With Ryo often off fighting on the front lines, Setsuna took to caring for the many orphans in the village. Soon, they all considered her as their mother, and she considered them her children. Still, no other child could truly replace the one that had, for a fleeting moment, been hers.
She often pictured him, as she watched the other children at play. She saw a ghost of a redheaded toddler tripping over the doorstep right behind the real toddler that had just done exactly that. She saw him playing games with the others that he would have been the same age as had he survived. She watched th
Two Worlds: PrologueThe land was quiet and peaceful. It was early in the morning, and few were normally stirring at this hour, with the exception of a few fishermen starting off to get a good start on the day’s work. These few early risers were surprised, for this reason, to be passed by a young woman who was running towards the hills outside the village.
Setsuna’s sandaled feet pounded the dirt roads as she ran towards an encampment in the distance, her breath frosty despite the warm morning. She labored up the hill, pausing to catch her breath once she reached the top.
“Hyahh!” she yelled, her grey-blue eyes shining in delight as she made a punching motion with her hands, causing a long pathway of ice to appear before her. The brunette took a few running steps, then jumped, landing lightly on the ice and sliding down the hill at a rapid pace, reaching the bottom in seconds.
At the bottom, she was caught by a young man wearing samurai armor, who picked her up and spun