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scene one, the arrival
Dawn.
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A peaceful setting for a chaotic encounter.
There came a clashing of swords; a young samurai's prediction held true as he knew it would: the Rising Sun of the Continent had indeed arrived on this day, and he intended to stop him from reaching his prize. With a blackened heart this samurai fought, eyes glazed over in hatred for this man who so easily dodged his initial strike.
"Why are you fighting?" came the calm voice of the Wandering Samurai, whose eyes seemed to show a sense of sadness in fighting a warrior so young.
"You cannot succeed here! I won't let you!" came the animal like howl of the young samurai in return, as the Wandering Samurai's eyes began to soften.
This youngling... possessed by the demons of the world, and manipulated to do their bidding.
There was no saving him now.
With a heavy heart the Wandering Samurai brought his blade down upon the youngling, his strike catching him across the back of the neck. There was a cry of pain, as the splattering of a thick, red warmth ran across his cheek.
A step back from the pain, and the child fell to join the earth; his blood dripping from the jaw of his killer. The Wandering Samurai carefully pulled forth a piece of cloth to wipe his cheek with, holding back his tears. To strike down younglings... he despised the act, but for this it was neccesary.
To kill all who may be possessed by the demons of the world... this was the curse of the samurai.