A whisper from the sun.

I’ve been trying to create this book for years now, haha. Give me some feedback if possible.

“Damn!” Rune exclaims. He gets up, dusts himself off, and gets his bearings. “I was thrown pretty far into the forest, but if I gooo… strait ahead, I should end up back home.”

Rune starts to walk, and notices a shadowy figure following him. {Who is that}, He thought to himself.

“Who’s there?!” Rune asks.

The man has a large dark cloak covering him, with a hood. He steps forward. Rune got in a defensive position. he didn’t have a weapon on hand.

The man revealed his arms, they were covered with tattoos. He clapped his hands together, sparks came fourth. {Aura,}, Rune thought to himself {the energy that spins around a living thing. So, he can manipulate aura. This should be fun.}

His mother, Lumina, taught him all about aura, the main energy source of magic users. He was also taught how to manipulate it.

He put his hands to the earth. A rune appeared. The ground began to rise and a steel lance was produced. He’s an Alchemist, a class of magic user that uses aura to manipulate the basic structure of objects.

The man grabs the lance and jabs at Rune. Rune had already anticipated his attack and Jumps. He lands on the blade burying it. He advances to the user, balancing on the lances shaft. He back kicks the man.

The man stumbles and regains his form. {He must have excellent form, felt like I kicked a house}

The man rushes, Rune gets ready to counter. The man thrusts, Rune easily dodges, but the man adjusts and swings the lance to hit Rune. Noticing this, Rune jumps back out of range. The man shifts, taking offensive, and thrusts. He catches Rune off balance, but Rune thinks on his toes. He falls straight to the ground, the lance whizzing over him. He grabs it before the man drags it back and snaps it like a twig. The man was disarmed.

Rune jumps up quickly and darts toward the man. The man barely had time to do anything. Rune sent a flurry of kicks and punches. Then a powerful upper cut. The man fell to the ground bursting into dust. Rune didn’t know what to make of it. His attack couldn’t have been that powerful. Rune thought it would be too complicated if he tried to figure it out, so he shrugged and walked home.


Rune makes it back, 30 minutes later. He goes to the door, opens it, and walks to the kitchen to get a drink. {That’s odd,}, Rune thought, {mom’s usually in the kitchen making lunch around this time of day}

“Hmmm.” He took a look around. Nobody in their room, nor his room.

He sat on his bed to think. It was dead silent. He jumped up at a sound. It was small and muffled, but it was definitely the sound of weapons clashing.

He walked into the hall and turned the corner to the den/training area. He stopped and a chill clawed its way through his spine. There was a splash of blood near the entrance. He inched closer. as he did the screeching of the metal being bashed together grew.

He made it to the entrance. He turned and looked. A wave of intense emotion engulfed him. The scene before him was Keith dueling with a shadowy figure holding two swords. As he looked down the true horror was Lumina. She was collapsed on the ground, covered in blood with a gaping wound exposing what lay inside.

Rune fell to his knees. It was too much for him. Confused, he crawled over to Lumina’s mangled corpse. She was still breathing. Her bright blue eyes were focused on the fight, when she spotted Rune she gasped, and then winced in pain.

“Rune…” she struggled to speak, “take… this scroll…” she handed him a rolled piece paper with a glowing seal on it. “Please… take this… and run… I’m…. sorry.” Tears arose from her now sparkling eyes as she exhaled and stopped breathing.

Rune’s eyes had swollen. Tears rolled down his face. His feelings had overwhelmed him. Sadness, fear, hatred, he was immobilized from head to toe with these emotions.

Keith was enraged, but fighting wildly wouldn’t accomplish anything. The man he fought was about Rune’s height, he had silver hair that seemed to be out of control. His left hand held a katana upside down, his right was warped and combined with a purple blade about the size of a normal blade with a curved edge.

Keith did not hold back. He swung his great sword, horizontally, with all his might. Yet, this man blocked his attack with his right weapon. He drifted, but held like a wall.

“Aaahh, Keith, I would expect no less from a pirate lord!” The man said. He stared into Keith’s brown eyes with blood red piercing eyes.

Rune looked up with teary green eyes filled with hate and fury, his anger had taken over. He stood up and grabbed the nearest weapon he could find. It was a great sword one sided, black steel that came to a point on the dull side. It had been stained with blood. Tears flowed as he sprinted to interrupt the dual.
 
The seal on the scroll glowed brighter and brighter until it suddenly disappeared. Rune noticed, yet took no note of it. He Jumped and did the attack he did earlier, but when he landed his target wasn’t there.

“That was a close call. Blindsiding me like that.” He said coolly.

“SHUT UP” Rune’s voice boomed.

“Ai ah. How rude” the man said.

Rune darted towards him “Rune! Stop this, your no match for him!” Keith pleaded, but Rune was too deeply enraged.

“You better listen to him or you’ll end up dead, like your mother.” The man poked a nerve when he said that.

“SHUT UP” Rune had become nothing more than a berserker, running and swinging wildly “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP,” with another swing his blade glowed brightly “AND DIE!!!!” He swung horizontally, and a wave of energy sprayed in the man’s direction.

Surprised, the man blocked with both weapons. The wave stopped, but didn’t disappear.

“Wow, I underestimated you. Hahahahaha!” the man said, laughing.

A red circle appeared before his face. Rune was already in the air. The man whispered something and the circle glowed. Rune was bringing his blade down with crushing force. A stream of flames engulfed Rune as he came down. He tried to break through, but to no avail. Rune was forced back.

The wave had dissipated. The man dusted himself off. “Now, that was some trick, but- Yes. What! How! Damn.” The man was speaking into some devise in his ear. “Well, our time is done” He turned, “Oh” He disappeared and reappeared with both his blades piercing Keith’s heart. As he ripped his blades from Keith he said, “There, now my mission is done. Count your blessings, boy. At least you’re not dead. Hahahahahahahahah!!” Then he disappeared laughing.

Keith fell to his knees, he looked toward Rune. “Rune, go to cloud… there you will learn all you need to know… about the item you now own… good bye… I only wished I could have seen you grow into a real man…..” he said, lastly, as he collapsed.

“Damn you… I will find you… You will die by my hands” Rune said as he looks out to the forest, “Wherever you are.”
 

Athletic physical appearance, not built like an ox, but not scrawny either (Although snoring like one.). His head was enveloped with forest green hair. He had a subtle tan that showed he wasn’t one to stay inside for very long.

Suddenly the snoring had stopped, the boy had awoken from his sleep. He got out of bed and did his morning routine. He stretched his limbs, brushed his teeth while fixing his hair, and then washed his face. He slipped out of the shorts he wore as he slept and put on a pair of baggy, worn-out, dark grey jeans, the color had eroded from washing it many times, and slipped on an under-armor shirt for comfort.

As he came out of his zombie-like state, he began to notice the scent of food penetrating his room. He recognized the scent immediately, pancakes.

{The greatest creation known to man}, he thought to himself as he drifted to the aroma’s source. When he turned the corner, he spotted his pray. A large stack of pancakes, with a glass cup of syrup, waiting to be poured onto the sweet stack of cakes.
He hesitated. He scanned the room for anyone else. No one was around. Seeing that all was good, he pounced.

Just then his father came at him with a flying kick. It landed with great force, throwing him strait over the sweet buttery pancakes. He tumbles to land on his feet. He turns to face his father, who had already downed the stack.

“What the hell did you do that for!!!” he exclaimed while pointing his finger.

His father was indeed a beast, standing 6’9”, his arms like tree trunks. His dirty blonde hair sat on his head like a porcupine. The no-sleeved shirt he wore had been used way too long, it had been torn, beaten, and battered. His pants were in no better shape.

“You were about to eat my pancakes,” His voice boomed like a lumber jack’s, “besides, Rune, what are you doing up so early?”

“Oh, uh, well. I wanted to start practice early today,” Rune said as he grabs a tall cup and readies it, “where’s mother?”

“She’s getting ready for your birthday, so she went out for awhile,” his father told him while he cleaned up, “well, since your up we’ll begin, only until your mother comes back.”

“Alright.” He said anxiously, after he poured orange juice into the cup, he sucked it down and ran outside.

Rune walked outside to a clearing, where high traffic had made a large patch of grass stopped growing. He sat criss-cross in the middle of the patch, waiting patiently.

Soon his father had arrived. He was carrying two great swords in both of his hands.

Both were six foot, double edged broad blade with no frills. Since these blades vary in size, weight, height, and the fact that they can’t cut paper to other swords, they are great for defense and powerful attacks.

“Today we’ll just spar, since it is your birthday.” Rune’s father said as he through the heavy weapon too him. Rune caught it and got into a stance where the blade is readied between him and his opponent.

To be honest, it probably wasn’t Rune’s real birthday. This man, held fast and ready for an attack, he called father wasn’t really his father at all, nor his mother. The story of his life before he was 11 years of age eluded him.

 6 years ago. Where Rune’s memory began.

This rugged man found Rune, naked wrapped in a large scarf, and took him home, where he and his wife took care of him. When Rune came too he was in a bed, confused and scared, he jolted upright in the bed and looked around frantically. Only to find a beautiful woman sitting by the bed with her head on the bed, she was sleeping.

Her hair was baby blue and, by the looks of it, probably went to her waist. She was a petite woman wearing a laden dress with a cloak over her. Her face was mature, about early twenties, and her skin was pale but still had somewhat depth. Seeing her, his fear washed away. Her eyes slowly began to open. As soon as she saw him she gasped then embraced him.

Rune didn’t know what to do. She felt warm and motherly. A wave of tears began, he had no control over himself. As if something terrible had happened, but he didn’t know what.

After the tears had stopped, she loosened her grip and asked, “What happened?”

“haaa-” he struggled to speak.

“It seems your voice has gone out.” she said concerned.

She reached in her dress, and pulled out a tiny bottle of green liquid. She told him to drink it. He didn’t have second thoughts about it, so he drank it. It had a minty hint to it and went down smoothly. He felt very refreshed after that. It must have been a restorative potion.

“Thanks.” He said, timidly.

“My name is Lumina. My husband, Keith, brought you in.” She said invitingly.

“CHINK!!”

“Oh!” Rune said. This was no time to be nostalgic. Keith, his father, had rushed in and given him a warning tap.

He jumped back, and readied himself. He gave a large, horizontal swing. Keith had blocked it with ease. Rune uses the bounce from the block to spin around and attack again, only to be blocked again. He yanked his blade back, and thrusted. Keith blocked again.

No matter how many attacks he threw, Keith blocked again and again.

“Why are you using your right hand?” Keith questioned.

“I was trying to see how good I am with the right.” Rune said, shoving his blade in the ground.

“You suck with it, even though you are the same either way.” Keith said with a smug look.

“We’ll see about that!” Rune exclaims.

He pulls the blade from the ground with his left hand, and dashes. Six feet away from his target, he jumps seven feet and brings his blade, with great force, down upon Keith.

Keith blocks. The force of Rune’s attack was staggering, both of the blades crack under pressure. Keith sends Rune back with a heavy shove of his blade. Rune slides to a stop and stands.

“Great, so you’ve learned the “Helm Cracker” but do you know this one.” Keith said, readying himself.

He dashes forward with great speed. Rune has only enough time to set up a defensive position. In that short amount of time, Keith’s blade had taken on an odd color, a very light glimmer of blue.

He felt their blades connect. It was as if time had slowed. He watched in awe as his sword cracks and shatters. The shear force of that attack was amazing, he thought as it sent him flying into the forest.

“Well. Now that I got him out of the house, I’ll go see if Lumina is done with the preparations.” Keith said, laughing, as he turned to the house.