The Forgotten Warrior

[Nelo Angelo]

hmm...you dont like it do ya liz......i tried my best.

[Obscured fire]

Originally Posted by neloangelo

hmm...you dont like it do ya liz......i tried my best.

*pokes head*
Hello?!?!?!!?!?I said that i liked it and it is real!!!!!

[Ultima Star]

Meh it was so sad the chapters disapperaed luckily you had htem on your pc o(^^)o
'kay I'll be waiting for more Nelo ^^

[Nelo Angelo]

hmm..i've never had too much time to work on my fic but i hope you like this chap guys.

Chapter 8

Mitsunare had a grey horse, he mounted it and they were off. Nelo didn’t know anything about this man, but he felt trust in him. The Grand Sage did tell him to look for him so he must be someone who could help him.
“What are you thinking Nelo?” said Mitsunare.

“Hm…oh err nothing,” he lied.

“Yeees. So, the sage told you did he, the truth about your past? Who you are.”

“Yeah, he did. So you know too? But how?”

“Hmm…that is a story for another day. He gave a little smile and continued, so what do you think, do you believe?”

Nelo said nothing and just concentrated on riding the horse.

“Hm I understand. It’s hard to take in. You’ve only just found out. But there is very little time left. Bijomaru’s men no doubt will tell him off this incident. They may not know who you are, but he will.”

Nelo could see Bijomaru’s face in his head again. Those evil eyes were staring at him, beckoning him.

“You’re good no doubt, oh very good, but I’m afraid Bijomaru is better. He is much more powerful than he was before.”

Nelo remained silent. Mogi stared at his master whilst flying along side him. He knew Nelo better than anyone. He knew that his master was a formidable fighter with endless victories over powerful warriors.

“Boss is ready, he can take on anyone!” Mogi burst out.

“Hmmhahaha…I’m afraid little mage that your master is in doubt himself. He is not ready. Nobody knows how you managed such a feat Neloangelo. Not even you right?”

Nelo looked up and stared at Mitsunare, puzzled. This man knew more then he let on.

They continued riding until they reached the end of the forest. The trees parted to reveal a small road. The road led uphill and Nelo could see up ahead in the distance a small, lonesome house. It stood on the edge of a cliff. The waves of the blue ocean crashed against it below.

“Here we are, my home.”

Mitsunare lived alone. It was a small and cosy house with just one room and a kitchen. Nelo noticed that there were many weapons all over the walls; swords, pikes, spears, crossbows, and thousands of arrows. Was he skilled with all these weapons, he thought.

“Rest here tonight my friend and your training shall start at the crack of dawn.”

“Training? W…What training?”

“Hehehe…yeees. Training,” smirked Mitsunare.

***

In a faraway land, in a deep hidden, dark secluded forest was a castle. This forest was known by a few as the Black Forest or The Forest of Demise. It was considered bad luck to enter this forest, for all who did enter were either never seen again or returned never the same again. The castle lay deep in the forest well hidden from the outside world. It was a magnificent structure that was created for the will of evil. This was the lair of Bijomaru.

There he sat on his throne, wearing his torn black cloak, his eyes closed and his trademark samurai sword grasped in his hands. It was as if he was meditating.
In front of him was his army all cheering and banqueting in the great hall. They drank wine and sang songs, elated at their victories over the small villages and the innocent lives they took.

A huge towering figure stood next to Bijomaru. It was his General, Ghoda. He had long brown hair and his muscular face had the same cold fearful expression. He wore his black armour over his huge ripped body, which was embedded with silver spikes. He wore a dark green cloak over his shoulders and wore a dark green, toga like skirt around his waist.

He stared at the men and held his enormous, powerful broadsword folded in front of him with both his hands. Wrapped around his right fist was the white bloodied headband of his latest victim, Ting Nongpradu.

“Ghoda,” spoke Bijomaru.

“Yes Sire,” replied Ghoda as he quickly bowed on one knee towards his master Bijomaru.

Bijomaru opened his eyes, his fist clenched in anger as he uttered, “He lives.”

“He lives!”

***

[Lectori Salutem]

Nice!!

Not very exciting, but still good!

[Haku]

Great chapter Nelo, overall good job.

[Nelo Angelo]

@LS: yeah it wasnt the best, i never really had time to work on it. been under the weather.
@Haku: thanks man, next chap will be better with the action.

[Lectori Salutem]

Can't wait for it, you write very good action and fighting scenes!

[rockin riku]

i've just read it
this is really good neo i'm crap at wrighting stories but i'm good at reading them it's good i love the fighting chapters

[RikuDestiny]

hey nelo was ur thread moved?

[Nelo Angelo]

thanks LS.
you craubbish at writin stories are ya Double R. lol.

yeah RD i deleted the old one and made a new one. imrpoved it methinks.

[RikuDestiny]

oh i see.... well keep it up ^^

[Nelo Angelo]

sorry for no new update but im workin on it as we speak. should be up in a few days.

[Lectori Salutem]

I'll be patiently (ok, maybe not very patiently, but I'll try....) waiting for it!!!

[Haku]

Yeah I can wait as well, take your time.