Siro's History


Red_Shadow

 

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(( I posted this here, because I can't post this on www.fanfiction.net just yet, and I wanted to show this to my ingame buddies that I promised I would do. This is my main's character history. Comments are welcome, but just mainly trying to find a place to post this. Enjoy))

((EDIT: Im sure the editted out the cussing and such, but it could still offend some people. You have been warned.))

Siro’s History

The blood was still fresh, running down the long, thin blade of the sword. The rain felt nice against his face, as a reminder that all this is real. He kept dashing through the forest, saying over and over to himself, “It had to be done.” He landed on top a branch and turned to look over his shoulder. “Still? Impossible!” He stopped thinking about it, and dashed ahead, running as fast as he can. “He’s still alive….” He was going so fast, the trees would bend as he passed. “How will….[censored]!!” He slammed his feet into the ground, skidding himself to a stop before a large canyon. “I can’t make this….What the hell was I thinking?” Siro turned around and readied his sword. “Ever since the tribe….It’s just felt so…wrong” He raised the sword to his chest. “……This is it!”



Siro was abandoned as a child. The first thing he remembers was a rather large guy in a suit, telling him to wait by this tree for his parents. They never came, but he stayed there, in the rain and cold, only being six years old. He would eat the fruit from the trees around him, and drink the water from the rain. He never went far from that tree. A shaman from a local tribe would watch the young boy, amazed that he would survive the harsh jungle nights. He felt a sort of pity for the boy. There was one night where it was freezing cold; a layer of ice even covered the ground. The shaman went to check on Siro, finding him curled into a ball, shivering. He reached out his hand toward Siro. Siro looked him in the eyes, and slowly stood up, taking his hand.

The village the shaman lived in was small, only 6-7 huts. The huts were arranged in a circle, facing a big pile of ashes in the center, a place used for fires. There were some people walking around, which all stopped to stare at Siro. Now, at age 6, Siro was a small boy with dark brown hair and pale skin. Everyone else in the tribe had a dark complexion, and black hair. Siro wore jeans, a blue shirt, and some sneakers. The tribe wore animal skins for clothes. So yeah, Siro stood out a little. The shaman lifted his hand towards the people, and they continued what they were doing, hurrying into the huts to get out of the cold. The shaman brought the boy into his hut, and Siro was surprised by what he saw.

In the hut, there was a computer desk stacked with books from several languages. There was a single bed in the corner, and also a small nightstand with a bunch of unorganized files. “English?” Siro nearly leapt out of his pants when the shaman asked. A simple “Yes,” was all he could reply. “I see,” said the man, leaning against the desk, Have a seat on the bed, don’t worry, I won’t harm you.” Siro felt compelled to obey, like a small voice in his head. He sit down on the bed, relieved at how soft it was, compared to the ground. “I’ve been watching you this past week. Why we’re you staying near the tree?” the man asked, while Siro just stared at the ground. “My daddy was supposed to come get me. I can’t stay here long, I don’t wanna miss him!” The man frowned some, “Your daddy….Well, sleep here and I’ll watch the tree and see if you daddy comes, OK?” Siro smiled and nodded, laying his head down on the bed and covering up. He fell asleep nearly instantly. “The kid is strong…but deceived. I’m sorry young Siro, your parents aren’t coming back,” the shaman thought, walking out of the hut.

Siro woke up when the light shined through the window. He pulled back the covers and stretched, letting out a big yawn. He landed on the floor with a plop, and walked out the door, covering his eyes from the light. Outside, there was a huge fire burning, the shaman standing near it. He turned and smiled at Siro, picking up a plate of food and walking towards him. “Here, eat up. It’s just fish and some fruit,” he said, placing his hand on Siro’s back and walking him back into the hut. Siro jumped up on the bed and starting eating, as the man leaned against the desk with a long sad look on his face. “Siro, your father wasn’t there last night.” Siro hung his head down a little, but then looked at the man. “I...I never told you my name” Siro said, becoming a little afraid. The man chuckled a little, “Where to begin…Siro, I’m not normal like you think. I come from the same place you do….Paragon.”

“The people here call me Triladak, meaning ‘gifted’ in their language. My real name is Simon Kortec, or better known as Mystery Flash. I was a hero.” Siro gasped, he never met a hero before. He finished his food and sat down the plate, he wanted to be able to listen to a hero. “Now, I won’t bore you with the whole story, but I was forced to leave. I took refuge here, as I was accepted into the tribe. I quickly learned this place wasn’t normal. The people here aren’t mere humans. They push their bodies to the limit, but not for the power. These people live in fear, as they have an uneasy truce with a nearby tribe. That tribe broke away from this one, but they were obsessed with the power.” Siro kind of just blinked, thinking about what he meant, and why he needed to know. Simon let out a small laugh, “I know this is a lot for you to take in, and I know you’d rather just go home. Siro…Your parents can’t come and get you. I can’t tell you why, because I don’t know. But I know that much. I’m sorry.” Siro hung his head low, trying not to cry. “You don’t know that! My daddy will come get me!” He said, getting angry. “Siro, the truth is…Take the top file from that nightstand.”

Siro looked to his left, and grabbed the top file. Inside there was a picture of a couple, standing in front of a huge building. “Mommy! Daddy! That’s them!” Simon frowned a little, “Your parents have gone missing. They were very important people in Paragon. They seemed to be threatened by someone, so they went in hiding.” Siro jumped off the bed, “Let’s find them! You’re a hero! Help me find them!” Simon went a little dark, “I was a hero. Siro, I can’t go with you to find them, but I can help. The reason I brought you here is I was amazed. I watched you by the tree. You survived things no mere human can; the harsh rain; the bitter cold; ect… This tribe uses that as their first test; to survive the forest. Let me train you. I believe you can end the war between these tribes In exchange; I can help you try to find your parents. Will you help us? This tribe is my home now…I want it to stay that way.” Siro thought to himself a little, but not very long. He suddenly smiled, jumping up and down, “I will! I wanna be a Hero!!”

The training over the years was extremely harsh. Simon shaped Siro’s mind, and his body underwent unbelievable acts. He body was frozen, burned, slammed against rocks, sliced open, anything that could kill he went through. Many a night Siro went to his hut coughing up blood, arms and legs broken, and he’s had so many concussions, he forgets his own name at times. He even ran away from the tribe at times, just wanting to get away, thinking they were trying to kill him. But he just thought of the agreement, and came back. He wanted to find his parents. One day, during training, he made a break through. Simon was trying to teach Siro to focus his mind to lift things, but instead, Siro found the field of gravity that surrounds him. He used it the first time and propelled himself into the air. He wasn’t flying, as he fell back to the earth, but he could manipulate it. He used to extensively in training, finding ways to bend it around his body, to make himself faster. He was trained also by others in the tribe for hand-to-hand combat, and the ways of the sword. He found ways to bend the gravity around his sword, and became lethal. After 12 solid years of training, Simon brought Siro into his hut, and told him the task that needed to be done.

“Siro, these past years, you’ve amazed me. You’re the most gifted of our tribe, by far. You’ve certainly changed from that little boy to a grown man, a powerful man. As agreed, I have some information linking to your parents.” Siro milled, as he knew Simon has been digging around. “I just need you to do one more thing for us. The tribe near us is preparing for war. We’ve stretched the peace out as far as we could. Yesterday they killed a young one, simply for wondering to far. It’s gone on long enough. I want you to take out the tribe, fatally. It’s a sadistic tribe, caring only for absolute power. They go as far as killing other members to boost up their rank. They simply can’t be allowed to live, not a single one.” Siro knew about the tribe by now. They simply don’t learn. They’re so focused about their power; merciless doesn’t even describe them anymore.

“I understand…I won’t fail.” Siro nodded, and turned to leave. “Wait, take this.” Simon reached along the wall, and pulled out a false section of it. Inside was a long sword, a katana to be exact. Simon handed it to Siro. “This is what I used in Paragon, in my younger days. Please take it. It’ll help me think a part of me was there to finish the task.” Siros milled and nodded. “I’ll take it. I’ll see you in the morning.” Simon smiled, “Thank you Siro. Be safe; we would like to see you again.” He laughed a little, trying to help Siro ease up. He nodded, and left the hut, off to make his way to the tribe.

The night was the best cover Siro could ask for. He got closer to the village, and it churned his stomach to see all the skeletons around it. Even the land around the tribe looked as is it was dying. He reached the huts, and could sense the power from them. It was a horrible feeling in his stomach. The fire in the center looked as if it was recently put out. A horrible stench came from it, and Siro didn’t even want to guess what it was. Everyone seemed to be asleep. “Perfect, I don’t want to fight everyone. Plus, maybe in their sleep, they can go peacefully.” Siro entered the hut farthest away from the chief’s hut. The scars covered this person’s whole body. Siro silently pulled the sword from its sheath, and held it over his head. “It has to be done…” The sword easily slid into the person’s skull. It nearly made Siro sick, as he pulled out the blade. It was the first time Siro took a life. He pulled the man’s blanket over his head, and he walked out of the hut. “Only about 8 more huts…Then it’s over”

Siro heard something move and darted behind the hut. A man in a dark outfit walked out from one of the huts and went into the chief’s hut. He had red hair, and this dark aura around him, seeming to come from inside his body. “He didn’t see me, I need to be careful” Siro thought. Siro easily went into the next hut, seeing a man, woman, and a young child about 10 years old; even he was covered in scars. Siro felt as if there was something wrong with the kid. He kneeled down and felt the kid’s pulse. “…Dead.” Siro felt disgusted. “They care of nothing! Not even there own flesh and blood!!” He eagerly pulled out his sword, feeling no pity this time. “It must be done. They don’t deserve to live!” A simple swing of the sword took both the man and woman’s head clean off. He didn’t bother to cover them. He walked out and raced to the other huts, ending the horrible tribe.

He stood before the chief’s hut. “That man still hasn’t come out…This could be a fight.” He took a deep breath and walked inside the hut. The chief laid in his bed, but pulling back the covers, he noticed he was already dead. He studied the chief’s body; it seemed the life was sucked right out of him. His hair was white, and his skin seemed to stick to his bones. Just to be sure it wasn’t some trick; Siro pushed his blade through the man’s skull. “It’s over…But where did that guy go?” Siro walked out of the hut, sheathing his sword. He walked over to the fire and took a long branch from it. He felt the embers we’re still hot, so he tried to light the fire. Once he got it lit, he took the long branch, lit it on fire, and took it to each of the huts. He set them all on fire. “As evil as they are…They deserve at the least to be cremated. It’s just too dishonorable.” He laid the branch down and left the village to burn, his task was done.

He made his way back to his own village, stopping at a stream to wash off the blade. He sheathed the sword as he got a feeling in his stomach that nearly made him sick. He wasted no time and darted to his village. He arrived and nearly threw up. The village was in flames! He ran to the chief’s hut, only to see Simon lying there, as the last chief was, drained of all life. Siro fell to his knees, laying his head down at the side of the bed. This was the only hut not on fire. It seems it was left just for Siro. “Si…Siro…” Simon spoke with what energy he had left. Siro jumped to his feet, leaning down close to hear him. “The man…He’s still here. He…can drain life…Be careful…” Tears came to Siro’s eyes, “The task is done, Simon. The tribes all dead. I’ll make sure this tribe is avenged. It’s my home, just like yours. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” Simon lifted his hand, it looking like it could break off, and placed it on Siro’s shoulder. “You’ve made us proud. Keep my sword and finish him.” Simon coughed up some blood, the blood very dark in color. “Your parents are still…in Paragon. They made it back there safely. There’s a file on the desk with a recent picture of them…Siro…Be brave and strong. You have a great future ahead of you…Embrace…it…Goodbye…my friend…I will see you again…” Simon closed his eyes, and Siro could watch the life drain out of him.

Siro placed the blanket over Simon’s head. He clinched his sword in anger, spinning around and taking the file from the desk. He placed the picture in his pocket and left the hut. Siro could sense someone was around him. He walked towards the middle, towards the fire. He lit the fire up. “It’s our custom to burn the bodies of the dead…Time to put this place to rest.” He walked to each hut, placing it on fire. Every hut he checked to see if anyone survived, but found everyone in the same shape, drained of life. All that was left was Simon’s hut. As Siro walked towards it, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He flew towards the hut and through the back wall. Siro, mostly shocked, jumped to his feet. A voice seemed to surround him. “I’ve been following you. I watched you murder my tribe, and I thought I’d do the same to yours.” Siro was a little confused as to where he was, but replied, “I was simply ending the war. You’re the only that killed your own chief. Show yourself.” Siro walked back towards the fire, still burning bright. A figure appeared across the fire, the same man that was seen walking into the hut. “My name is Nytz. It means Darkness in my language.” He smirked slightly, staring Siro in the eyes. “What did you do to them? They looked drained…” Siro asked. Nytz laughed, “ I stole their energy. It makes me stronger. All I can say is wow, your chief had so much energy, I feel like a new man.”

“You [censored]. You enjoyed watching them die.” Siro pulled the sword from his sheath. “I will make you pay.” Nytz smiled, “ Oh I bet…I can sense your energy is great. It should go well with my collection. Prepare yourself, Siro. Heh, I will show you the true darkness!” With that said, Nytz vanished into thin air. Siro looked around quickly. “[censored]…he can go invi…” A foot slammed into the side of Siro’s head, sending him into the ground, hard.

“I bet that hurt.” Siro could feel Nytz’s evil smile. He jumped up, only to feel a knee get shoved into his gut. He felt winded, but then Nytz landed a square hit right to Siro’s temple, making him fly a few feet to the side. Siro placed a hand on the ground in midair, propelling himself upright as he landed on his feet. “Concentrate, damnit…” Siro closed his eyes, feeling the gravity around him. He opened he eyes and grabbed Nytz’s fist as it was heading towards his stomach.

“I can see you…” Siro pulled Nytz towards himself and threw his own knee upwards, landing right in Nytz’s stomach. He then gave Nytz a good solid headbutt, a right hook to the jaw, and tripped Nytz to fall flat on his back. Nytz was a little stunned, as all this took place in just a second. Siro grabbed his blade and held it to Nytz’s neck. “Seems I have the upper hand. Your cheap Invisibility no longer works. Time for you to join your tribe!” Siro raised the sword and swung it towards Nytz’s neck, but it suddenly stopped. Nytz’s fist was glowing red as it caught the blade, he smirked. “It won’t be that easy.” Nytz landed a cheap shot right between Siro’s legs, then threw himself upwards, grabbing Siro by the collar, twisting around, and throwing him into the nearest tree.

Nytz ran after Siro, who quickly disappeared, only to reappear behind Nytz, sending the blunt end of the handle of the sword into Nytz’s neck. Then Siro made a quick slice across the back, just deep enough to make it sting. “You [censored]. You’ll pay for that.” Nytz’s said and quickly spun around, a leg extended aiming at Siro’s head. Siro ducked, dodged, and threw his fist into Nytz’s ribs, hearing a few cracks. Then he placed his hand together, and brought them down onto his back, sending Nytz into the ground. “I’m much faster then I look” Siro smirked, actually enjoying a good fight. “Don’t get too cocky” Nytz tripped Siro and dropped down both knees on top of Siro’s stomach, once he hit the ground. He grabbed Siro’s throat, and squeezed. “You wanna know what I did to the others? I’ll show you first hand,” Nytz said smilling.

A dark aura surrounded Nytz’s arm, covering itself onto Siro’s body. Siro gasped for air and grabbed Nytz’s arm to pull it off. Siro could feel the energy leaving his body.His arms fell to the side, Siro felt paralyzed. His skin grew more pale, as the color left along with his energy. His hair even grew pale, changing from his dark brown, to a pale white color. Siro knew he had to break the hold. He felt his sword nearby, and called out for it with his hand, using the gravity to bring it towards him. Once it hit his hand, Siro clinched it, and threw it into Nytz’s stomach. The hold was instantly broken, Siro pushed Nytz upwards, pulled out his sword from the stomach, and swung it around across Nytz’s chest. Then Siro kicked him hard in the cut in the stomach, making Nytz fall flat on his back. Nytz started coughing up blood and rolled onto his side, as Siro tried to lean against a tree, trying to catch his breath.

“You….idiot…” Nytz spurted out, “You…will pay” Nytz made a run towards Siro once he got on his feet. Leaning against the tree, Siro brought up the sword the shoved it through Nytz’s chest as he got close. Nytz took a few steps back, pulling out the sword himself and throwing it to the ground. “I ….can’t…die” He tackled Siro to the ground, and continuously kept punching at him. Siro grabbed at his collar, utnr Nytz on his back, and did the same to him. He kept punching at his face, “You killed them all!...Every…..single….one” His words would coincide with his punches, as he called for Simon’s blade once again. Siro shoved the blade directly through Nytz’s left eye. The body went limp. Siro got to his feet, breathing really hard. He pulled out the blade at a slant, slicing more of Nytz’s face.

“There…Simon, now it’s over. I have finished…Now, I’m going home.” Siro got his balance and took a big breath in, feeling a few of his ribs crack. He grabbed at his stomach in pain. He leaned against a tree, rubbing at his stomach. It started to rain hard. He could here the fire from the village hissing as the water hit it. He started walking away from the village, back into the forest. He turned to look at Nytz’s body laying there. He was glad it was over. He dashed off into the forest. After just a few seconds of leaving, Siro heard the huge roar, as if someone was screaming in pain. He turned and felt this great power from the village. “I had a feeling this wasn’t over…” He kept running. “This isn’t going to work…I’m in no shape…I shouldn’t have killed him like that…He’s going to be pissed”

The blood was still fresh, running down the long, think blade of the sword. The rain felt nice against his face, as a reminder that all this is real. He kept dashing through the forest, saying over and over to himself, “It had to be done.” He landed on top a branch and turned to look over his shoulder. “Still? Impossible!” He stopped thinking about it, and dashed ahead, running as fast as he can. “He’s still alive….” He was going so fast, the trees would bend as he passed. “How will….[censored]!!” He slammed his feet into the ground, skidding himself to a stop before a large canyon. “I can’t make this….What the hell was I thinking?” Siro turned around and readied his sword. “Ever since the tribe….It’s just felt so…wrong” He raised the sword to his chest. “……This is it!”
Nytz leapt out of the forest into the small clearing about the cliff. “You fool!...I told you I can NOT DIE!...That’s my curse…But you will, oh I shall enjoy this.” Nytz leapt and landed in front of Siro, knocking away the sword and landing a huge hit in the stomach. Siro coughed up some blood. Nytz quickly landed his left fist into Siro’s temple, as he grabbed at Siro’s collar and lifted him into the air above the canyon. “You took my eye, I take your life. Farewell Siro.” He dropped Siro over the edge of the cliff, and landed on his knees, the rain pouring down around him.

As Siro fell, he remembered all the training he did; all the time he spent working with Simon. And the different tribesmen that helped him learn and grow; the women that took care of him. And now they all lie there, dead. “I failed…Simon. Forgive me” Siro could see the ground coming up faster and faster.

Nytz stood up on his feet and saw Siro’s sword lying on the ground. “Pathetic waste of metal. Join your master!” He tossed the sword over the edge and watched it fall, he smiled as the sword fell outta sight, and he turned towards the forest, pulling a picture out of his pocket. “Hmmm. I swiped this from Siro. They look like him, must be his parents. I guess I get to deliver the news about their son.” He said smirking evilly.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain along his back. He turned around in time to see Siro make another slash across the back of his neck. “I won’t fail.” Siro said, and smiled some, “Never throw a person over a cliff that can use gravity to propel himself back up” Siro reappeared in front of Nytz and sent the blade up under his chin, through the top of his head. “So, if you can’t die, this must hurt like hell.” Siro kneed him in the stomach and pulled the blade out simultaneously. “I’ll take that back, thank you!” Siro ripped the picture from Nytz’s hand, putting in back into his pocket. He gave Nytz a headbutt, making Nytz take a few steps back towards the ledge. Siro landed his elbow into Nytz’s stomach, extended his arm to hit Nytz square in the face, then twisted around to shove his blade back into his stomach. All of this taking place in a matter of seconds. Siro pulled Nytz close to his face, “You leave me alone from now on…Or I promise I WILL find a way to kill you…I’m going home, goodbye Nytz.” Siro pulled the blade out of Nytz’s stomach, and landed a solid kick into his gut, propelling Nytz over the edge of the cliff. All that was heard after that was Nytz yelling out, “Siro!!!!!”

Siro took a deep breath, and leaned against the nearest tree. “He’s not dead…but now I have time to leave. Time to head for Paragon. To leave this place behind.” Siro sheathed his sword, placing it around his back. He leap to the top of the tree, got his barings, and darted northwest, back to civilization.

“I promised you I wouldn’t fail Simon…I always keep my promises. I hope to see you again.”


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