Black Silk and Brown Cotton.

New fan fiction.

Chapter up later. Should be more serious than the other ones, so far.

[Dark Star]

I'll be looking forward to reading it. And that's a weird name.

The coins rotated perfectly on their axis as they fell into a pile. Head over leaf, leaf over head. But the sound that they made was far more interesting. The dull clink of metal on wood, and then the clink of metal on metal was fascinating. Each of the sound waves was different, but in the same general wavelength. Slight variations but the same overall tone; oh, how many metaphors could be made for such a thing.

Leaving his chair, Senkei got up and drew his sharp sword, the handle glinting nearly as much as the blade. With a deft flick of the wrist he picked up one of the coins, launched it into the air, and caught it in his free hand. The metal was cool, and smooth as a diamond. Pocketing the coin and sheathing his sword, Senkei walked out of the study and into the main hallway of the house. The walls were covered with expensive mahogany, and the maroon carpet was adorned with many different designs, creating a beautiful mosaic. Unfortunately, there was one thing missing from the hallway, and that was a general lack of windows. Senkei's father was extremely paranoid, and he had every right to be. As the richest family in the port of Ferasca, they were under constant watch from less than savorable types.

Because of this, Senkei's forefather had ordered centuries ago that every single Theyreul born would learn the ways of the blade, be it sword or axe. Many of the family chose swords, and the had gained a reputation as some of the most accomplished swordsmen in the world. Advanced techniques were taught to them, and they were constantly tested by their tutor. Hell, even grandpa came down and sparred with them every once in a while. When he did all of them received a fair beating, but the old man always smiled beneath his steel-gray beard. Senkei showed particular promise, especially at the ripe age of twenty one. Many of the Theyreul family were deemed worthy to enter the world when they were thirty, not twenty one. Senkei was the exception, walking the streets freely.

Donning his favorite black shirt and pants, he strapped a dagger onto his left wrist and made sure that his sword was ready to be drawn. He had not been offered the occasion to use it yet, but when he did have to, he would be ready. After striding through the hallway, he arrived at the front door. Nodding at the guards, he entered the streets and began his walk to the market. He had someone to meet.


+Yeah, it's not anywhere near my best work. Writer's block is bad.