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Hi this story is called Hilt and is about a kid who has been an outcast all his life. but when he starts school he finds friends and learns of a prophcy thats says he'll stop the world form being distroyed.

P.S. i am a really slow writer and I will post my chapters all at once so there maybe a distance between posts. also please post comments and questions and point out errors i made in spelling (cuz that not my strongest area)

Very creative idea! I'm quite curious about what will happen to Zatch and his parents. I'm only confused about one thing, are the babies born with their weapons? How does this work? That sounds a little painful for the mothers. ^_^"

The only bit of advice I can give you is to be careful about where you put the pronouns. (she, he, it...etc) Sometimes it can be difficult to tell who's talking. Other than that, it's great! Keep up the good work!

Oh, I see. Very cool. Please continue!

Chapter 1 Ida

I was climbing trees at the base of the mountains when I looked down and saw a girl looking up. She was the only other kid in Meisa. Her name was Ida. We didn’t hang out because most adults (including her parents) didn’t like me, which was why I avoided town and was four miles away, climbing trees.

I had only seen her once before when my mom dragged me to town to go shopping with her. As soon as her dad saw me, he told her it was time to go home, even though their basket was still empty. I asked mom after they had left if I could play with her later, because I got bored by myself.

After we had finished shopping, we walked to their house. When mom knocked, a smallish woman who looked a lot like the girl I had seen earlier answered the door. Her smile faded when she saw us, but she said hello and was polite.

We were all in the sitting room (me, mom, the girl, her mom, her dad, and her grandmother) when mom asked if we could play together some time. It was silent for a moment. Then her grandmother said, ‘I don’t see how you could ask that question. What you should have asked was when. She needs to be around other children.”

That’s when her father exploded and yelled, “No way in hell is Ida hanging out with that thing!”

“Absolutely not!” her mom agreed angrily.

After that, Mom shouted that I wasn’t a thing and we left. I was shocked to hear Mom yell. She never yelled.

Also adults almost never liked me. They always frowned or ignored me. So I was happy at her grandmother’s kindness. Her parents scared me. No one had ever shouted at me or called me names.

While all this ran through my head about a minute had passed, and we were still just staring at each other. She was shorter than me with curly light brown hair, caramel eyes, and her skin was only slightly tanned. She was wearing a black dress that went down to her ankles and laced up from her waist to her neck. After two minutes had passed with us just staring, I said, “Have you come to say more mean things to me, or just stare at me?”

“How did you get up there? There are no low branches,” she said, ignoring me.

“I jumped,” I replied.

“How?” she asked, looking skeptical.

“With this,” I answered, waving my sword at her.
“How?” She was now looking annoyed.

“I had Wind push me higher when I jumped,” I said, sighing.

“Can you get me up there with wind?” she asked, looking excited.

“No.”

“Why? Is it because I’m a girl? Or because dad was rude?” she said, making a pouting face.

“Neither. It’s because the wind would grab and yank your dress off.”

I was shocked to see her look down at her dress thoughtfully, and start to unlace it. When I told her to stop and she ignored me, using Earth, I severed a vine and had it wrap around her legs and torso. Since she was at the neck of her dress, she was tied with her arms bent double and her hands free. “Do you not have a shred of decency?” I asked.

But once again she ignored me and said, “So you can control earth, too.” She said this with interest, not as if I had her tied up with a vine I controlled.

“Yes. I control Wind and Earth. I also control Water, Fire, and Spirit.” No pride touched my voice, and I wasn’t sure I controlled Spirit. Dad assumed that Amethyst, the purple gems on my sword, represented Spirit. Also Earth was all I could control with precision, but I wasn’t weak with them. I could cut trees down with Wind, but I was almost always off the mark I was aiming for.

“Now while I have you tied up, it’s time to answer my questions.” At this, she gave me a look that would have made a snake flee. “Now, do you have any decency as a woman? Cause if you haven’t noticed, I’m a boy!”

“Well, I’m not a woman yet, and I have noticed you’re a boy,” she replied sarcastically.

“Fine. Do you have any decency at all?” I retorted, annoyed at her sarcasm. “Because you’re not acting like it. Also, why do you want to get up here so bad you’d take off your dress?”

“I do have some decency. Haven’t you heard of underclothes before? And I want up there so we can talk. There are no other kids in the village, and I’m bored.” Her reply surprised me. I had assumed either her father had sent her to get some dirt on me, or she thought I was a freak and was curious.

“There are other ways to get up here than with wind, y’know.” As I said this, I freed her from the vine. One side stayed wrapped around her waist; the other side snaked its way up to me. I threw it over the branch above me, told her to hang on, and jumped. Since I was bigger and I had my sword with me, I used myself as a counter weight to pull her up into the tree. “So what do you think?” I asked with a sly smile. With our positions reversed, I could leave her up there and she’d have to wait for help.

My thoughts must have been evident from my face because she said, “Don’t you dare!” and after a pause, she asked how I was getting up there. My response was to jump into the tree. The way I use Wind to jump is to focus Wind below me. It builds up pressure and when I release it as I jump, the pressured wind pushes me up. The rest is good reflexes, which is another reason I didn’t use wind to get her into the tree. I’ve landed on my back more than once because of missed landings.

We talked for a while, and I learned that she was also eight years old; and when her parents were working, her grandma had helped her sneak out.

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On her tenth birthday, she told me that one day she was going to travel the Dragon Scale Mountain Range to search for Fang Peak. She said that the legend of Fang Peak was true, that the dragons really did leave a fortune for the man who could reach it. So I swore that when she went looking for Fang Peak, I’d be there to protect her. After that, we started going into the mountains.

After six months of repeatedly getting into trouble for going into the mountains, my dad asked an old friend of his, who had traveled over most of the land himself, to teach us how to survive in the mountains. It took dad’s friend another six months to come.

We started learning from John as soon as he arrived. His lessons were boring at first, because he was teaching us basic safety. But quickly, they became very interesting. We started learning about the layout of the mountains, the creatures, which plants are poisonous and which can heal. I did well with the layout and creatures. I even studied other maps and creatures unrelated to the mountains. On the other hand, I wasn’t very good with plants and healing, but Ida was. She even shocked John with her knowledge and ability.

We did so well that after three months, John started taking us into the mountains; and in three more, he said we could go into the mountains by ourselves. We traveled for six months, coming home only once or twice for a day or two.

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We were deep in the mountains and heading home again when Ida screamed. I whirled around and saw a skeller. The skeller was about five feet tall with black spots in its tan fur. Its horn was spiraled, meaning it was a she. Some of the spikes down its spine were broken – scars from past battles.

It was trying to spear Ida on the end of its tail. I noticed all this within a second, and was already running toward the skeller when the blade on kits tail went through her stomach. I froze when I saw her blood spray out her back and dye the rocks red. Seeing the blood changed everything. I was pissed and what I was seeing seemed to ripple and move.

Without thinking, I drew my sword. I called Wind, and it formed a blade on my sword. I noticed dimly that the topaz on the sheath were shining. Charging the skeller, I cut the blade off its tail, and my sword went through it as if it were only an illusion. Screaming in pain, the skeller spun, slashing at me with its claws. When I tried to block the paw, my blade cut it off. One of the claws still raked my side. Wincing in pain, I moved in while the skeller was still recovering and lopped off its head.

Turning, I ran to Ida’s side. She was still breathing. Still moving on instinct, I dissipated the wind blade. Sheathing and unsheathing my sword, I focused on her wound. The bleeding stopped, and her blood started healing her wound. I noticed that the rubies on the sheath were shining and that she had a huge scar before all went black.