The Lost Tale Chapter A Dark Massager

[legokid]

I know i've made many mistakes in copying my families amber cubes but give me a break its not easy writting down all this infomation. I fix aloy of my mistakes in this chapter i hope its better. Oh i've gotten letters from young trykers, zoria, fryos, and matis asking if i will repost a chapter in their city? I said sure thing just tell me what chapter and ill fix it up and post in your city just ask.I'd love to send it to you but give me some time ok?



Chapter 9 A Dark Visitor


“Wake up you two this isn’t funny……wake up the Zori are awake now and this our chance to ask them about what happened! Be’Cona yelled. Then a thought hit him like a boomer shell, with a grin he stepped out of the tent in into the cool morning air. Before he could take one more step a hand grabbed his shoulder. This made him jump so high it seemed as the earth was lifting him. To his surprise it Sa’Binga, he was tapping his foot on the grass and starred at Be’Cona with one brow raised. “What are you doing?” Sa’Binga said removing his hand from Be’Cona’s shoulder. “I….I…I mean that I” was all Be’Cona said before Sa’Binga hit him over the head. “You idiot their in a spiritual meditation, did you look at their gloves. You didn’t did you?” Be’Cona said nothing he just rubbed the spot where Sa’Binga hit him. “You make be wonder about you, you know that?” Sa’Binga said with a sigh as they walk toward the camp fire.


They sat down with the rest of the group and poured themselves a little Tryker Tea. The warm tea warmed their cold bodies. They places the cups down on the group next to the log they were sitting on as Ga’Lorda started to speak. “Ok where all here except for Le’Sinta and Le’Sindo, they must be with Jena again. Anyway what the hell happen to you guys, you were close to death when we found you.” Ga’Lorda said try to contain his anxiety.

“We meet two of Jena’s guardians, when they wouldn’t let us through the gate, so we fought them. Here we’ll show you what happened.” Jan-Mozo said as she took a handful of snow that was next to her. It glowed a bright yellow for a second then stopped. She raised the snow to her face whispered an incantation, and then blew. The snow glided to the center of the campfire circle then formed a huge sphere.


The snow then vanished and inside the orb a red mist began to fill it. As the mist filled the orb shadows of tree, bushes, and a group of people standing in front of a high cliff began to show. Jan-Mozo flicked her wrist and the mist vanished just like the snow. “This is just an illusion that I have created to show you what happened….ouch.” She midway for a pain struck her wound on her arm. The karavan started to run towards her but she raised her hand to stop them. “I’m fine it’s just a flesh wound, casting the illusion must have reopened it. But I’m ok it will heal quickly with the medicine I put on it” She said gripping her wound tightly.

Everyone’s sight returned to the orb as the figures in it began to move. They made no noise, their movement spoke for them. They walk along the side of the cliff for sometime until they came to a stone gateway was covered in most and flowers. The gateway was basically a walk way of columns but as they walked closer to the gateway two huge statues came into view. They were statues of two zoria wielding swords, their swords were raised so that they cross and make an arch.

The statues were the finest art they had every seen in their lives. Even the trykers were amazed at the sight of the statues. They were perfect; it was like the statues were really living zoria. Every single hair was separate from the others even when the came into a braid. Every symbol on their armor stuck out from the armor. They were smooth as a river stone. The mask was the most amazing part of the statue.

The mouth was so real looking you would loss your breath. They looked as if they would move at any second. Then as you gazed upwards you would see two eyes, eyes that make you feel as if they were looking through your very soul. Their swords are the strangest of all. The zoria swords have symbols on the blade, which is coated an inforcer. The statue’s swords were the same way, but how could this be?

As they walk closer a sight caught every ones eyes, the statue’s eye started to glow red, as if a huge fire had just light within them. Tho the figures in the orb didn’t notices the glow at all. They seemed to be in a trance; it seemed that the gateway was telling them to enter. When they were only a foot away the swords came slashing down blocking their way. The ground split under the power of the swords. The statues turned their heads to the zoria and boomed in a loud voice “You must be with the guardians to enter the land of the Burning Sand.” “But we must enter the portal!” They yelled trying to match the statues voice, but to no avail. “No….you either are attended by the guardians Windra and Aqua or beat use both in battle.” They boomed so loud it seemed to shake the earth.


With out a word the zoria raised their weapons and ran toward the statues with fire burning in their eyes. The statues bushed them away with their hands, tho their hands never made contact with the zoria the gust knocked them back against the trees and two were knocked against a column. The air was knocked out of them, the dust light fading from they sight they heard one thing, voices. “We were once and still are guardian of Jena and beyond that portal is a great evil that alone you wouldn’t stand a chance. Your wounds will heal, now sleep. With that the zoria were asleep in seconds.


The sphere vanished and the Trykers stared at the Zoria with out a word. They stared at each other until a karavan blaster broke the silence. “Who are you!” one of the scouts yelled aiming her blaster at a strange figure leaning against a tree. The tree cloaked the figure in shadows. “Who are you? Show your face!” the scout yelled again. As she yelled scouts, gunners, and fighters, had formed a circle around the Zoria and the Tryker. The High Officers ran up to the scout and aimed their blasters at the figure and yelled “Tell us who you are or leave us!”


The figure didn’t it just moved its head to side to side and then laughed a wicked laugh. This made the karavan jump a little but the high officers held their ground. Still laughing the figure moved into the light and to great shock it was a female Tryker. She was dressed into normal Tryker clothes but they were black and had strange symbols in bright green. “Put those toys away you might misfire and kill me!” she said with a huge grin and a wicked laugh soon followed


The sun was slowly rising to its peak in the sky. A ray of light shot down from the tree that cloaked her face. Her face then became visible, she wore black and purple makeup, and she had a scar on her left cheek and on fore head was a symbol not even the karavan knew, but it was on her clothes. Her skin was tan and she had thin brows and her was a dark color to dark tell what color it was.

She cleared her throat and with a sparkly in those dark eyes she said. “I guess I should tell you who I am. Well maybe I a friend or maybe I am an enemy, I don’t know nor do I care. I mean I’m just a messenger after all. Now where are they” She raised a hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun, but the sparkle in those dark evil eyes could still be seen. Everyone was tense cause of those evil eyes, but the karavan stayed calm. After a minute of searching she gave a deep sigh and turn to walk away but she stopped.


“Not here, pity I would have like to see the guardians, maybe another time. Well if you see Aqua and Windra tell them that the guardians will never reunite and this part is for every one there will.” But she stopped mid sentence for a two Zoria and a Kami had just appeared right next to the tree closest to her. “You caught up with me at last. Man you guys are so slow, well you’re a little late I finished my mission and I must be off, bye bye!”


With that said she ran into the shadows laughing her head off. “We’re okay she told us that the guardians will never reunite.” The officer of the scouts said staring at the little black Kami. The Kami nodded and ran after her like a leaf in the wind, the Zoria followed.


“Ah its late morning you guys should get something to eat.” A scout said light a fire as if nothing had happened. Every one returned to their normal duties once the fire was started. Le’Cona poured a vile of some Lakeland spice to the soup they were cooking, and then glanced over at Windra’s and Aqua’s tent wondering what are you two doing?


He hoped one of them would come out but the cover stayed closed. “I hope what you two are doing is going to help us.” Le’ Cona thought but he shook the thought out of his mind and scoped up some the soup. “It smells great mined if I try?” Ma-Seb asked in a calm voice. “Sure here you go” Le’Cona said as he handed over the spoon. She took a spin “This isn’t bad not bad at all.” She said in a joyful voice. “What are you friend doing, I mean I know they’re with Jena but what are they doing?” She whispered in Le’Cona’s ear. “One can only guess one can only guess.” He said turning his attention back to the soup.

[rabcaz]

Your words are interesting my friend, please continue to tell them.
I appreciate reading your tales


// Drakfot

[legokid]

I glad you you like my familes history, im doing my best to stop so many spelling mistakes, but is hard copying old text. But thats another story, anyway ill do my best to keep all you homins updated on my history.