Chapter 11: Chapter 11: A dream? Or…

Eight Years Later

 

“Rize… Minako Rize wake up” a soft voice penetrated Rize’s consciousness.

 

Slowly opening her eyes she took in her surroundings giant trees towered all around her, their roots warping the forest floor into an uneven unnatural look. Birds fluttered around in the patches of sunlight that filtered through the canopy. Her hair was sprawled out around her as she propped herself onto her elbows.

 

Where am I? She thought to herself. With blurred vision that hadn’t adjusted to her waking she saw the silhouette of a hooded figure standing before her, the body blocking out the sun  obscuring her view of their face even more.

 

“Rize, come to me!” the deep gentle voice that seemed so familiar to her said with some urgency. How long was it since she last heard it? She couldn’t even remember the last time that voice entered her ears.

 

Rize’s vision cleared and before her stood her father..the man she had not seen since she was six years old and she was not fourteen. Looking around they were both in the middle of the giant trees of the Northern forest wearing his cloak he always wore on their hunting trips.

 

Smiling Rize jumped up from where she was laying, hardly able to contain herself, tears already welling up inside her.

 

“Papa? You’re alive? You made it back from the frontlines?! The war is over?” Rize said as she buried her face into his broad chest.

 

“War? What war?” his face gave away to confusion as he pulled back his hand.

 

Rize paused taking a few steps back “Yo-you don’t remember?” looked around the picturesque world around her.

 

As the words left her lips she realized that she couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, but how was that possible? She wasn’t crazy; he was clearly here…she had felt it.

 

“Rize… I’m sorry for not making it back to you” as her father spoke those words Rize stared in horror as an arrow shot from out of view impaled itself into his skull sending shards of bone and a spray of blood out from him. Crumpling to the ground hitting it with a sickening thud his blood sprayed onto her face making her not able to utter a word. The droplets of blood started to roll up and down towards her eyes. Slowly her vision turned red as it seeped into them leaving nothing, but raw emotional turmoil in its wake. Falling to her knees she let out a mournful scream and finally everything went quiet.

 

After a few moments passed by her vision narrowed as if she was pulled into a long tunnel her soul seemed to be having a floating out of body experience as she watched her father die before her eyes. As if being pulled away from the horrific scene she reached out as she was pulled into a tunnel of pure darkness.

 

Seconds passed…then minutes…then hours.

 

Darkness…total and complete darkness.

 

In her mind she wanted to scream for her father, but it was nothing, but silence.

 

“Come…to…me…child.” A whisper could be heard before everything finally faded away and her mind slipped into the void.

 

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Rize’s eyes shot open as she found herself laying in her bedchambers located in the academy, the same bed chambers she had since she was six years old when she first attended the academy. Her heart was racing as if she had just run for her life.

 

The same nightmare everytime she dreamed, but a different way her father died…torturing her in her sleep she couldn’t find an escape.

 

Perhaps it was her imagination running wild wishing for something she could never have, but ever since the elders told her that her father had died in combat five years ago she had not had a peaceful night of sleep. Staring at the ceiling a single tear rolled down her smooth cheek. Her breath slowed and her heart calmed. Just the haunting memories of a man who she would never meet again.

 

Curse him…he promised. She thought bitterly. Somehow finding the willpower to pull herself up from her bed she looked into the mirror right across from herself. In the reflection was a small athletic girl with piercing blue eyes and long black hair which was in a mess from her troubled sleep. “Aww” she let out an exasperated moan before running her slender fingers through her hair to comb it in place.

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Eight years of training as an outer disciple in the academy and this year was finally the year she would be allowed to go through the blessing ceremony and hopefully find a deity willing to bestow their gifts to her.

 

Jumping up from her bed Rize quickly put on her academy robes and left her room hurriedly. The academy was enormous; it had been eight years since she first entered as an outer disciple; her robes were all white with the golden phoenix of the empire on its back.

 

The academy was always busy this time of the year as it was getting close to the annual showcase where military leaders, scholars, nobles, and perhaps even royalty would come to the academy to see the new batch of inner disciples show them how far the school had brought them. Many minor nobles hoped their son or daughter would impress a high ranking noble or even one of the royal family’s princes or princesses so they could get a foot in the door to the royal family, something most would never be able to dream of doing save for this moment to show the worth of their younger generation. The Empire was in part a meritocracy as the strong and talented could rise from their lowly places and reach levels fairly high, but for commoners it was even less than a dream to reach the levels of the royals.

 

Rize never realized how hierarchical society was until she came into the academy. Growing up in Naebashi gave her a distorted view of the world around her. While on surface meritocracy was the name of the game ultimately your name and status mattered more. Because even though her talent was decent and she was one of the harvest working outer disciples she was still considered the lowest of the low due to her background, but mostly her cursed blue eyes. Even though many would call her top beauty in the academy no one would give her the time of day due to this fact. An outcast of the outcasts. Not even the disciples from similar backgrounds would associate with her.

 

Ultimately, however Rize didn’t mind it, she was better off alone anyways. How could she ever trust any of them to have her back? If they won’t even look past what she saw as superficial? Rize walked down the main path of the academy, the numerous students going too and fro would give her a wide berth for the most part.

 

“Hey! Look who it is guys!” A familiarly vile voice came from ahead of her. Looking up she already knew who the voice belonged. Masaru Hyudo the biggest jerk of the outer disciples and his moronic posse of henchmen.

 

“What do you want Masaru?” she closed her eyes, took a breath and asked slightly annoyed. These were the only guys who gave her a majority of the rough time for her eyes, the rest simply left her alone or just talked behind her back “just leave me alone.” Rize said with some exasperation the dream had left her in a sour mood and as it was her patience was already at a breaking point.

 

“Awwwh! Minako Rize you are so kind asking all politely, but why so stand offish? We just want to hang out with our good friend!” He said mockingly, his posse snickering in the background.

“Don’t use my first name. We aren’t that close Masaru…” she growled when she heard him speak her first name which only close friends would call someone by their first name in Sato or if they were in a position of authority over you. Either way Masaru wasn’t either of those.

 

Masaru's eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at Rize, his light brown eyes glared at her intently "really now...who are you, a daughter of a poor waitress and a lowly pathetic hunter, telling me or anyone here at this academy what to do? HUH?"

Pausing for a second an evil look flashed onto his face "oh wait…isn't that right your father died pathetically in battle. I heard they never found his body…maybe he ran away like a coward. I mean your parents didn't have the bravery to abandon a cursed child like you in the first place. How much honor could he possibly have?" his entire group along with a few onlookers snickered at the sharp words.

Rize felt a surge of blood begin to boil in her veins as she lost control. Without a second's hesitation shot forward with the speed of a girl who had been training martial arts and Ki for six years now. Rize didn't know what she wanted to do, but she knew she wanted to make him hurt for what she said about her bastard lying father. Only she was allowed to insult him, not some pathetic punk like Masaru. As she quickly closed the distance between her and Masaru. Not even flinching, he stood up straight and sent out his fist at her colliding with her forehead, sending her flying back several feet doing a backwards somersault in the air. Rize sprung off her hands and landed on her feet again.

"Rize, you are pathetic. You think that because you train more than anyone you can overcome pure talent? Right now you can hold your own, but as soon as our spiritual innate natures are revealed the gap between trash like you and people from noble bloodlines will widen and you will have to keep your temper in check." Masaru berated Rize before turning around "Let's leave this pathetic wastrel."

Rize hated all these morons...they were all idiots. Getting up she left and went to the library where she wanted to study more about innate natures. It was her only hope in leveling out the playing field if she could figure out a way to discover some deity who was compatible with her innate nature of her personality and Ki.

With a groan Rize stood up groaning from the already sore injuries and continued on her way to the one person who treated her normally.

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