Island Of Memories



Created by: Kiyoto & Ranie

Xiero
Scott

Scott had made it halfway to the island before he was thrown from the row boat he went riding in by himself as a storm appeared out of no where. The boat was destroyed as he fought his way through the rough waters going under for a couple of minutes trying to hold his breath fighting to swim upwards. Slipping into an unconscious state drifting amongst the water until he felt something hard under his body.

After some time of going in and out of consciousness, Scott dragged himself up to a sitting position realizing he landed on an island of some sort, but which island was this? He was supposed to be 'taking care' of someone on an island, but was he even on that right island. His boat was smashed to nothing during the storm that appeared and he wondered if this island was protected by something mythical. Making himself stand up, he moved through the woods like area seeming to outline a bit of the island. Keeping himself hidden he went in search for life anywhere on the island besides the animals.

Xiero sat in the temple, it was quiet and he was alone. The stone statue of the great dragon Kivera, the one who created the land stared back at him. Insence burned, filling the room with a light scent of lavander. He was alone in the room at the moment, and it was peaceful. He often came in here to meditate and clear his head. He needed guidance right now, but he couldn't ask the monks about it, they would never allow it. Xiero was thinking about leaving the temple. He knew that rumors of his abilities were spreading, and that was sure to soon bring people interested to see if it was true, and that could bring danger to his home.

This place was sacred, it was a hidden place within the ruins of his home area. Many did not know about it, but if they found out...He sighed, closing his eyes. He shook his head, what was he going to do? He knew the monks thought they were protecting him by keeping him here and hidden, but it was only a matter of time. He could not hide forever. He was very inexperienced, and that made it worse. If he did leave, would he be able to protect himself? He was a being of peace. Fighting was against his people's way.Standing, he slowly made his way to the door, opening it. He wanted to clear his head, he needed to. Heading to the stables, he aquired a horse. Gently petting its side, he spoke to it asking if it would allow his passage.

As if understanding, the horse nodded its head. Normally, he would have been forbidden to go out without an esscort. Even if they were on an island where few could get to them. Today however, his people were busy getting ready for the solstice, where Xiero would be the main venu. He was supposed to be using his abilities to commune with the spirits, to ask for peace and prosperity for the island. It was a tradition. He directed the horse away from the life of the monks for now, the open area ahead of him did make him feel a bit better, he would head to the shore, to enjoy the waves of the ocean. That always helped to clear his mind.

Scott moved around the place looking at all the monks seeing that so far none of the monks on the island fit the description of the one he was looking for. Thinking that was strange he kept moving, though when he looked a couple times he took note of their body movements, and how they relaxed after awhile. Wondering why, he shrugged heading back to the beach hearing in his report that not many would travel outside of their protection zone, the building, let alone by themselves.

Monks were considered to stick together even in danger with each other as well as being more peaceful people than those who would fight unless it was completely necessary. He had to draw out this monk somehow and attacking the others was the only way he figured he could draw him out safely. Well, it wouldn't be too safe for the other monks as he pulled out a few smoke bombs tossing them into the middle of a large group of monks. Watching them start to panic as they coughed he threw a light bomb in their to distract them, this should keep him out of their sights, and he then remembered he had a special weapon with him.

Looking at it as he pulled it out of his back pocket, he wondered if he should or not, it was a strong one, but would it really bring the monk out? He would soon have to find out as he forcefully threw it out into the monks, it was a nameless one that was given to him, he named it as the 'tremor bomb' it would create a strong tremor once it would touch something no matter the landing. The tremor activated throwing the monks off their feat and after watching for awhile of them trying to help each other he realized no one was coming. Sitting in a tree behind a big bush like fluff of leaves he tried to think if this was the right island.

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