General Art Revenge of the Stari
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thanks, Thareous. I came up with the Stari when I was bored and playing a Zelda game.
Anyways, sorry it took so long to write this chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Samara, Star, Midnight, and I pretty much only wandered the field. Any Dracomos we saw were shot down and killed. Samara tended to stay out of the way when we did run into Dracomos. Even after hearing all they had done, she couldn’t kill them in cold blood. I didn’t try to force her. After all, I hadn’t been a killer before Stratus. Before the annihilation of my people. I wasn’t about to make one of her.
I practiced my fire every chance I got. It answered me quicker each time, but it still took quite a bit of energy to manipulate. I also tried to shift my form, but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t seem to find the trigger. I began to worry if I ever would, but I kept that hidden. No one needed to know. After all, my greatest skill was with my sword.
A few weeks after I discovered my phoenix form, my little group had made camp by a stream. Samara was cooking what she called pastries, but they tasted like regular bread to me. Star and Midnight were hunting for something of their own to eat. Samara said that lunch would be awhile so I decided to quickly wash in the stream. It wouldn’t be much, just a quick scrub of my hair and maybe a little of my body. I told Samara what I was doing and headed further downstream. I pulled the ribbon out of my hair and ran my fingers through it, unsnarling as many knots as I could.. I then dunked my head into the stream, smiling as I felt the gentle current tug at my hair. I then scrubbed at it, attempting to get the rest of the knots untangled. I surfaced when I needed air, then dove back under again.
I kept this up until I felt my hair was reasonably clean. When I surfaced for the final time, I thought I heard some splashing coming from further downstream. For awhile, I just ignored it, focusing on drying my hair out. But then I heard cursing following the splashing. That aroused my curiosity. I left my hair to finish drying on its own and wandered over to see who was there. I topped a hill and crouched there, watching the man standing in the shallows of the stream.
He was slightly taller than me, paler too, but he had the same build I did, though in bigger proportions. He was wearing only a pair of dark-blue pants, the hems rolled up to keep them from getting wet. The rest of his clothes were laid out on the bank: dark-blue long-sleeved shirt, a black chest-length coat with unusual red markings on it, a dark purple scarf, a whip, a long belt of daggers, and a pair of black boots. He had dark-brown hair, cut short enough that I was certain it would get in his eyes at times.
I caught sight of a movement out of the corner of my eye and shifted enough to look. I was surprised to see it was the water that was moving. Most of it was continuing along the current, but a little bit of it was splashing up, as when a rock or something is thrown in. But the water didn’t go back down, it kept coming up. I was amazed. The water started to form a ball no bigger than my fist. It had only just cleared the rest of the body of water when it lost its form. It splashed back into the stream, and the man uttered a curse.
I smiled, for I guessed this young man was the one moving the water. I stood up and walked down the hill. My boots made no noise on the grass as I approached him. He uttered another oath as his next attempt to lift the water also failed. I stood on the bank behind him watching. I smiled, watching him for a little longer before touching his shoulder.
He jumped and swore again, then turned to face me, his red eyes blazing. I spotted a tattoo on his chest of the Sheikah symbol before I looked back at his face. I smiled kindly at him. “You should not let down your guard, even though you practice your magic. Had I been an enemy, you would not be at all.”
He scowled at me. “And what are you doing here? Sneaking up on people for kicks? And how did you do that, anyways? You’re obviously not a Sheikah.”
My hand inched to my sword, on my belt as always. His hand inched to where I assumed he usually kept his belt, and he scowled as he realized it was on the beach. With me. I forced my hand to relax as I answered his questions. “I heard splashing and I wondered what was causing it. Stari have to be silent, if we are to catch our prey.” I mentally flinched as I realized I was speaking in present tense about the Stari again.
He seemed to relax a little. “So no intent to harm me at all?” When I shook my head, he relaxed completely. Then something occurred to him and his face clouded over. “What is a Stari?”
I smiled sadly. “I am one. Sephira Phoenix, last of the Stari.” I placed my fist on my heart and bowed.
He flicked some of his brown hair from his eyes. “Nice name. What does it mean? Lucky?” He snickered.
My temper flared, and with it my body heat. I hoped it was a sign of my phoenix form coming, but I doubted it. I glared at the Sheikah, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword now. “Yes, I was lucky. I was hunting when my tribe was attacked. But I am more than capable of extracting my revenge. The man who killed my people will curse the day he was born by the time I am through with him. But no, Sephira does not mean Lucky. It means Huntress of the Stars.”
He resumed his more defensive stance as I laid my hand on my sword. “No need to draw that, missy. I’m only saying things as I see it.”
I snorted, and purposely called fire as I did it, so that it looked like I snorted smoke. I was pleased to see his shocked expression before he hid it away. “I’m sure you do. But let me tell you this, mister. Mess with me, and you will get burned, even if your water-control was better.” I was pleased to see him flinch before I turned and walked away.
I woke in the middle of the night to find Midnight awake, his ears pricked. I didn’t hear anything, but I suspected I had heard Midnight shift and that is what woke me. I crawled over to him and rubbed his shoulders. “What do you hear?”
Midnight glanced at me, then turned back to face the stream. “I hear someone approach. A male. Pink-skinned, by the scent, though I cannot tell whether his ears are pointed or rounded. I do not know him beyond that, though he has a faint scent of mountain air to him.”
I nodded my thanks to him and started to crawl away from him again. When I felt I was far enough from the coals that I would not create a shadow, I slowly rose to a crouch. I started to head in the direction Midnight had indicated, careful to watch where I was putting my feet. I crept along, and soon spotted a figure, trying to sneak up on my little camp.
I almost laughed had the situation not required stealth. This Sheikah had not practiced his skills in awhile. I was certain it was the Sheikah because he had some skill with stealth, but he was standing up too high, and he wasn’t paying attention to wear he was walking. He avoided the dry twigs, yes, but the grass was dry in some spots, and he seemed to step on them all. I sat down carefully so that I could have a quiet laugh before my shaking made me step on a twig.
When I had recovered enough, I resumed creeping up on him. When I was behind him, I reached out and grabbed him by the his hair, at the same placing my knife on his neck. “You should know better than to sneak up on a Stari. We are close friends with the earth.”
His hand went to his belt, to get a knife I assumed. I pressed the knife harder against his neck. “Any harder and I’ll draw blood. It won’t take much more than that to kill you. So don’t even think about it.”
He sighed. “You are good, Sephira. I apologize for sneaking up on you, but I was curious about you. I have never seen a Stari before, and I was amazed at how close your skills were to my own. So I wanted to investigate.”
“I see,” I stated.
“My name is Vincent of the Dusk Clan. I, too, am the last of my people. My people were killed in a battle for the king. I have since left my life as a Sheikah and aim to find some means to strike back at him. Perhaps if I help you achieve your own, you will help me avenge my people?”
I let him down. He turned to face me. “How will you do that?” I asked.
He smiled and bowed to me. “However you wish, Huntress.”
I nodded. “Very well. Come.” And we headed to my camp.
Anyways, sorry it took so long to write this chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Samara, Star, Midnight, and I pretty much only wandered the field. Any Dracomos we saw were shot down and killed. Samara tended to stay out of the way when we did run into Dracomos. Even after hearing all they had done, she couldn’t kill them in cold blood. I didn’t try to force her. After all, I hadn’t been a killer before Stratus. Before the annihilation of my people. I wasn’t about to make one of her.
I practiced my fire every chance I got. It answered me quicker each time, but it still took quite a bit of energy to manipulate. I also tried to shift my form, but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t seem to find the trigger. I began to worry if I ever would, but I kept that hidden. No one needed to know. After all, my greatest skill was with my sword.
A few weeks after I discovered my phoenix form, my little group had made camp by a stream. Samara was cooking what she called pastries, but they tasted like regular bread to me. Star and Midnight were hunting for something of their own to eat. Samara said that lunch would be awhile so I decided to quickly wash in the stream. It wouldn’t be much, just a quick scrub of my hair and maybe a little of my body. I told Samara what I was doing and headed further downstream. I pulled the ribbon out of my hair and ran my fingers through it, unsnarling as many knots as I could.. I then dunked my head into the stream, smiling as I felt the gentle current tug at my hair. I then scrubbed at it, attempting to get the rest of the knots untangled. I surfaced when I needed air, then dove back under again.
I kept this up until I felt my hair was reasonably clean. When I surfaced for the final time, I thought I heard some splashing coming from further downstream. For awhile, I just ignored it, focusing on drying my hair out. But then I heard cursing following the splashing. That aroused my curiosity. I left my hair to finish drying on its own and wandered over to see who was there. I topped a hill and crouched there, watching the man standing in the shallows of the stream.
He was slightly taller than me, paler too, but he had the same build I did, though in bigger proportions. He was wearing only a pair of dark-blue pants, the hems rolled up to keep them from getting wet. The rest of his clothes were laid out on the bank: dark-blue long-sleeved shirt, a black chest-length coat with unusual red markings on it, a dark purple scarf, a whip, a long belt of daggers, and a pair of black boots. He had dark-brown hair, cut short enough that I was certain it would get in his eyes at times.
I caught sight of a movement out of the corner of my eye and shifted enough to look. I was surprised to see it was the water that was moving. Most of it was continuing along the current, but a little bit of it was splashing up, as when a rock or something is thrown in. But the water didn’t go back down, it kept coming up. I was amazed. The water started to form a ball no bigger than my fist. It had only just cleared the rest of the body of water when it lost its form. It splashed back into the stream, and the man uttered a curse.
I smiled, for I guessed this young man was the one moving the water. I stood up and walked down the hill. My boots made no noise on the grass as I approached him. He uttered another oath as his next attempt to lift the water also failed. I stood on the bank behind him watching. I smiled, watching him for a little longer before touching his shoulder.
He jumped and swore again, then turned to face me, his red eyes blazing. I spotted a tattoo on his chest of the Sheikah symbol before I looked back at his face. I smiled kindly at him. “You should not let down your guard, even though you practice your magic. Had I been an enemy, you would not be at all.”
He scowled at me. “And what are you doing here? Sneaking up on people for kicks? And how did you do that, anyways? You’re obviously not a Sheikah.”
My hand inched to my sword, on my belt as always. His hand inched to where I assumed he usually kept his belt, and he scowled as he realized it was on the beach. With me. I forced my hand to relax as I answered his questions. “I heard splashing and I wondered what was causing it. Stari have to be silent, if we are to catch our prey.” I mentally flinched as I realized I was speaking in present tense about the Stari again.
He seemed to relax a little. “So no intent to harm me at all?” When I shook my head, he relaxed completely. Then something occurred to him and his face clouded over. “What is a Stari?”
I smiled sadly. “I am one. Sephira Phoenix, last of the Stari.” I placed my fist on my heart and bowed.
He flicked some of his brown hair from his eyes. “Nice name. What does it mean? Lucky?” He snickered.
My temper flared, and with it my body heat. I hoped it was a sign of my phoenix form coming, but I doubted it. I glared at the Sheikah, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword now. “Yes, I was lucky. I was hunting when my tribe was attacked. But I am more than capable of extracting my revenge. The man who killed my people will curse the day he was born by the time I am through with him. But no, Sephira does not mean Lucky. It means Huntress of the Stars.”
He resumed his more defensive stance as I laid my hand on my sword. “No need to draw that, missy. I’m only saying things as I see it.”
I snorted, and purposely called fire as I did it, so that it looked like I snorted smoke. I was pleased to see his shocked expression before he hid it away. “I’m sure you do. But let me tell you this, mister. Mess with me, and you will get burned, even if your water-control was better.” I was pleased to see him flinch before I turned and walked away.
I woke in the middle of the night to find Midnight awake, his ears pricked. I didn’t hear anything, but I suspected I had heard Midnight shift and that is what woke me. I crawled over to him and rubbed his shoulders. “What do you hear?”
Midnight glanced at me, then turned back to face the stream. “I hear someone approach. A male. Pink-skinned, by the scent, though I cannot tell whether his ears are pointed or rounded. I do not know him beyond that, though he has a faint scent of mountain air to him.”
I nodded my thanks to him and started to crawl away from him again. When I felt I was far enough from the coals that I would not create a shadow, I slowly rose to a crouch. I started to head in the direction Midnight had indicated, careful to watch where I was putting my feet. I crept along, and soon spotted a figure, trying to sneak up on my little camp.
I almost laughed had the situation not required stealth. This Sheikah had not practiced his skills in awhile. I was certain it was the Sheikah because he had some skill with stealth, but he was standing up too high, and he wasn’t paying attention to wear he was walking. He avoided the dry twigs, yes, but the grass was dry in some spots, and he seemed to step on them all. I sat down carefully so that I could have a quiet laugh before my shaking made me step on a twig.
When I had recovered enough, I resumed creeping up on him. When I was behind him, I reached out and grabbed him by the his hair, at the same placing my knife on his neck. “You should know better than to sneak up on a Stari. We are close friends with the earth.”
His hand went to his belt, to get a knife I assumed. I pressed the knife harder against his neck. “Any harder and I’ll draw blood. It won’t take much more than that to kill you. So don’t even think about it.”
He sighed. “You are good, Sephira. I apologize for sneaking up on you, but I was curious about you. I have never seen a Stari before, and I was amazed at how close your skills were to my own. So I wanted to investigate.”
“I see,” I stated.
“My name is Vincent of the Dusk Clan. I, too, am the last of my people. My people were killed in a battle for the king. I have since left my life as a Sheikah and aim to find some means to strike back at him. Perhaps if I help you achieve your own, you will help me avenge my people?”
I let him down. He turned to face me. “How will you do that?” I asked.
He smiled and bowed to me. “However you wish, Huntress.”
I nodded. “Very well. Come.” And we headed to my camp.