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~Death’s Wings~ 1
Yao had been playing in the family garden when his father came to him dragging a large chain with something hobbling timidly behind him.
“Yao, listen closely to me,” his father said as he knelt down. “In a few more years, you will be the next successor to our family’s estate. There will be many people who will want to take your fortune away from you, and there will be people who will even try to kill you.”
The child swallowed. He was young, but he was wise enough to know the power his family’s name carried. As the oldest son, the responsibility fell on him to carry out his duty as the next head of the Wangs.
“I have brought something to protect you,” his father continued. “She is a very powerful asset, the best of the best. Where your wisdom will be your shield, her power will be your sword.”
Curious, Yao craned his neck over his father’s shoulder, but his father stopped him.
“Listen, Yao,” he said in a stern voice, “what I am giving to you, while faithful, is very deadly. You can speak to her, but never touch her. She will be your right wing and lead you to a sure legacy of success unlike that the Wangs have ever known. You must promise me to use her wisely and to never lay a finger on her.” He then placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Do I have your word?”
Yao looked directly into his father’s eyes. How hard could it be? If whatever was attached to the chain would listen to him, then he would have nothing to fear. The promise would not be a hard one to keep.
“Yes, Father,” he nodded. “I promise.”
“Very well,” his father replied. “I hold you to that promise with your own life. You will do well to remember what I have said here today. Well then, I now present to you the world’s finest and most graceful killer…”
Yao’s heart was beating fast. The world’s finest? What would she look like? A demon? A monster? Some unspeakable evil forged of the earth’s fires?
Yet, when he saw it, he could only stare in complete bewilderment. It was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
Yao had been playing in the family garden when his father came to him dragging a large chain with something hobbling timidly behind him.
“Yao, listen closely to me,” his father said as he knelt down. “In a few more years, you will be the next successor to our family’s estate. There will be many people who will want to take your fortune away from you, and there will be people who will even try to kill you.”
The child swallowed. He was young, but he was wise enough to know the power his family’s name carried. As the oldest son, the responsibility fell on him to carry out his duty as the next head of the Wangs.
“I have brought something to protect you,” his father continued. “She is a very powerful asset, the best of the best. Where your wisdom will be your shield, her power will be your sword.”
Curious, Yao craned his neck over his father’s shoulder, but his father stopped him.
“Listen, Yao,” he said in a stern voice, “what I am giving to you, while faithful, is very deadly. You can speak to her, but never touch her. She will be your right wing and lead you to a sure legacy of success unlike that the Wangs have ever known. You must promise me to use her wisely and to never lay a finger on her.” He then placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Do I have your word?”
Yao looked directly into his father’s eyes. How hard could it be? If whatever was attached to the chain would listen to him, then he would have nothing to fear. The promise would not be a hard one to keep.
“Yes, Father,” he nodded. “I promise.”
“Very well,” his father replied. “I hold you to that promise with your own life. You will do well to remember what I have said here today. Well then, I now present to you the world’s finest and most graceful killer…”
Yao’s heart was beating fast. The world’s finest? What would she look like? A demon? A monster? Some unspeakable evil forged of the earth’s fires?
Yet, when he saw it, he could only stare in complete bewilderment. It was unlike anything he had ever imagined.
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Any similarities to characters, settings, scripts, or stories from other pieces of literature or media are purely coincidental.
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Next: [link]
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I was kind of hoping the thing on the chain was a Panda, but I'm happy to be tied to a chain too ^^