Shaman Chronicles Chapter 2: Winter’s Mistress

 

Chapter 2: Winter’s Mistress


 

After the attack of the ghostly creature, Golden Dawn Academy’s Relief and Restoration Support Division, specifically its first platoon, appeared to assess the damage of the scene, lead by the  Captain Abeille. Abeille was a tall and attractive, voluptuous woman sporting long and wavy blonde hair. She wore revealing clothing which consisted a denim mini skirt, black leggings, and a gray dress with an attached black safety vest with yellow chest reflective band. Tents were set up on the locale to house the injured and a construction site was set up, blocking the roads for civilians. Tsuya, Kenichi, and Abeille were currently inside one of the relief tents along with a few shaman, dressed in white medical garb, attending to the wounded on medical tables. A couple pulled small masses of water from small tubs to surround the wounds, which glowed in the process, while others ignited small yellow balls of fire from their palms or fingertips and applied them to the damages. A small swarm of bees were hovering above Abeille’s right palm carrying an aloe vera leaf. Another member of the platoon, wearing a black, high-collared shirt and black pants, entered the tent to report to the captain.

“ Captain! So far there’s been a few injured, but nothing too significant. And it won’t be long before these windows are replaced and the sidewalk is resurfaced.”

“Well that’s good to hear. Continue with the restoration.” Abeille said.

“Ma’am!” The reporter yelled as he left the tent to resume his duties.

“Come on Abeille! Let me go I’m not injured!” Kenichi exclaimed with his cheeks puffed out and arms crossed sitting on a medical table beside Tsuya, who wore a bandage on his cheek and was shaking in fear because of the mass of bees in close range.

“They don’t realize the BEES IN HERE?! With all their STINGING and…guhh!” The frightened dark-haired screamed in thought.

“Oh relax!” Abeille elbowed Kenichi in the chest, forcing his arms to flail about.

A clear, jelly like substance slowly escaped from below the bee swarm onto Abeille’s palm. Tsuya squeezed his face in disgust while Kenichi was violently coughing from Abeille’s physical assault.

“Uhh…what the heck is that?!” Tsuya spoke in an exaggerated high-pitched voice.

“Aloe Vera! Good for the burns!” Abeille asserted as she roughly grabbed an arm of Kenichi’s which was covered in minor burns, slathering the gel all over.

“You gotta be more careful playing with fire Kenichi. Remember how last time you got so reckless, your arms were completely dark as night?”

“Yeah, but this time it’s one arm!” Kenichi proudly claimed.

“Just be careful next time.” The captain sighed. “Well lucky for you, Keiyo’s kid’s here to look out for you!”

“Well…if you’re assuming I have powers, I…I don’t.” A blushing Tsuya embarrassingly clarified.

“Oh.” Abeille added, followed by sucking her teeth. “Well…you can….hmm…”

“I can’t really do anything…”

“That’s the sentence I’m looking for!” The beautiful specialist said, followed by Tsuya slumping over in sadness, gazing below at his backpack, halfway unzipped and with a set of  lavender colored prayer beads poking out a little.

“So you don’t know where Kazuma is Abeille?” Kenichi asked.

“Know where he is? I don’t even wanna know where he!” She said angrily.

“Hmph! That pervert thinks he can coppafeel on this beautifully crafted body?! Well guess what?!”

She stuck her bottom in the air and grabbed it.“THIS ASS IS ALREADY TAKEN KAZU-DICK!”

Kenichi blushed a little, gripping tightly on to a clear blue snowflake designed necklace around his neck while Tsuya skyrocketed into the air with a nosebleed. Abeille turned to see Tsuya on the floor, with blood dripping from his nose, shaking her head.

“Hmph! Like father like son.” She said as she crossed her arms.
Having left the camp and restoration site, the reunited friends further their search for Kazuma by traveling New Eden City’s downtown area.

“Still can’t do anything huh? That sucks.” Kenichi relaxedly said, with his arms behind his head.

“No matter how much I try, I can’t seem to produce any results,” said Tsuya.

“Even with the help of those beads.” He added in thought.

“Then work harder.” Kenichi simply said.

“You’ll never get anything done just moping around and giving up.”

In the back of his mind, Tsuya knew Kenichi was right. He’s aware that no matter countless failures he’s made in the past, in the end he had to keep trying because anyone who wouldn’t make mistakes isn’t putting enough effort.

“Hey, before I forget, just what the heck was that thing you fought back there?” Tsuya asked

“I wasn’t able to see it clearly; it was a little blurry, but I was able to make it out as some demon creature thing. Is that what people call.. a yokai?”

“Tsuya, I’m gonna explain it to you in the most simplest of terms so listen up!” Tsuya nodded waiting for the breakdown.

“They’re black things that go roar and break stuff!” Kenichi confidently answered, with arms extended in the air covered in sparkles.

Tsuya fell over onto his face in confusion, with his limbs in a twisted mass above him and a sweatdrop appearing on his temple. He quickly lifts himself from the ground with a nervous smile across his face.

“Oh yeah I forgot. Kenichi’s kind of an idiot when it comes to explaining things because they usually come out as offensive.” Tsuya thought in disappointment.

“Where are we going actually Kenichi?”

“Well we’re going to a bar of course” Kenichi replied.

“A bar? When we’re only underage?” Tsuya pondered, but maybe it wasn’t such a far-fetched idea.

“Well, if you account the history of bar trips my dad’s made in the past, I guessing an actual bar is the best place to look for him.” Tsuya smiled as he nodded until he heard a small rumble sound and found Kenichi rubbing his belly.

“Oh…yeah…that and get some FOOD!” Kenichi bellowed as he drooled for he needed to satisfy his hunger.


In the downtown district of New Eden City, there were various places to eat such as cafés, a few restaurants, an ice cream parlor, a few coffee shops and other establishments, including a dive bar called the “Minuto Soggiorno”. Inside was illuminated by fluorescent ceiling lights, shaded with fogged glass. In the distance tables, there were a couple of bar patrons. To the left was a young girl sitting at the bar, decorated with stored drinks. The maiden sported long, brown hair, amber eyes, and had light skin. She wore a revealing lavender t-shirt under a cropped purple denim jacket, and tight khaki shorts and lavender boots.

“Heh! Don’t you know that’s just a myth little bambina?” The thick mustached bartender asked the girl as he filled a tall glass with ice cubes.

“Hmm?” She smirked. “I’ll believe in everything until it’s disproved.” She smiled with her sharp golden eyes snapped at the bartender who was shaking a cocktail shaker. The barman laughed a little.

“I like your grit little bambina, but trust me, you’ll only be flogging a dead horse.”

The bartender slid a tall glass of  Long Island Iced Tea to the girl’s hand.

“Even if it was possible, what would you be trying to accomplish then?” He asked.

She took a swig of iced tea from her glass.

“Well-”

“HUHH? THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!”

The bartender and a few patrons, including the tenacious brunette, turned their attention towards the center of the bar to a booth of colorful members of the Green Scale Guild. Gathered at the table was Vermelho, a messy brown-haired, large man with burly arms who wore a red flannel shirt under his dark red overalls with one strap down. Azuis, a blonde-haired,  long necked skinny man who wears a loose fitting blue shirt under a black suit with a cigarette in his mouth. Petra, a long and wavy black-haired woman with a curvaceous figure, who wore a short, black, strapless one-piece dress along with a long, thick dark pelted fur coat. And finally, their guild leader and whose cry echoed throughout the bar, Verde, a tall and muscular man with a spiky green mohawk, green eyes, wearing a black sleeveless bodysuit tucked inside studded black boots, a pair of black studded gloves and large headphones around his neck. The party was in the middle of harassing a portly server of the establishment, who accidentally spilled a tray of drinks on their table, with glass shattered upon impact and the contents quickly spreading into a small pool.

“ M-my apologies s-sir!.” The employee stammered, scrambling to the ground attempting to pick up glass from the wooden floorboards with his bare hands.

“I honestly m-meant no disrespect-”

All of a sudden, the guild leader brutishly pushed his foot against the back of the server’s head, forcing his dome to the floor, impaling his face with the glass shards. The server’s blood and tears were forming a little puddle on the ground.

“THAT’S ENOUGH VERDE!” Shouted one of the customers besides the brunette, who was shaking his fist in anger.

“HE SAID HE WAS SO-”

Without warning, Verde shot a small ball of green fire from his finger through the bold drinker’s chest, leaving a hole in his upper trunk. The customer’s body dropped to the floor, lifeless and soaking in a pool of his own blood. The guild leader cracked a sharp smile as the flame from his fingertip immediately extinguished with a wisp of smoke rising. Every guzzler in the bar shakily returned to  washing down their brew, trying to ignore the sudden death they witnessed.

“HEY BARTENDER! ANOTHER ROUND OF LIQUOR!” Verde demanded. He then noticed the female brunette gulping her iced tea, meeting her cold eyes with his. He licked his lips and laughed wickedly.

“Ahhh, and that girl’s that been sitting there! You look a little lonely, COME JOIN US!”

The cold-blooded lass chugged the last drop of her beverage, with foam clinging to her bottom lip.

“I don’t wanna be rude or anything but..” She muttered wiping away the foam from her bottom lip with a hand.

“It’d be embarrassing to waste my precious time associating myself with a barbarian ignoramus such as yourself. Besides, mio amore will arrive soon enough.” She claimed as she placed her empty glass on the table.

Many of the patrons were either dead silent or whispering of the brunette’s defiant act against the Green Scale guild leader.

“A barbarian ignor-what!” He angrily asked.

“Ignoramus” Azuis added.

“An extremely ignorant or stupid person… boss.”

“I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!” Verde snapped.

“Huhuhuhuhuhuhu!” Vermelho broke out into a booming laughter, clutching to his stomach.

“He got you good boss! HAHA!”
“You don’t even know what it means dumbass!” Verde growled at his heavy comrade.

“THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT FUNNY! HWAHAHAHA!”

“You gotta watch what you say around them little bambina.” The bartender whispered, waving a hand of warning.

“Hey bitch!”

Petra approached the snappy brunette sensuously, yet dangerously.

“You should be honored! The Serpent of the West’s hatchling has cordially inviting you to drink with him so…”

She roughly grabbed her chin, holding it so her eyes met her gaze.

“Either accept or…” Petra’s fingernails grew and strengthened to be claw-like.

The hardened brown-haired roughly grabbed Petra by the wrist, forcing her to wince.

“Hey Petra! What’s the hold up?!” Verde said, with a fierce grin.

Petra’s wrist began to feel cool, and she felt ice crystals starting to form around the area. The air seemed to be getting cool as well. The sudden change in climate left Petra’s eyes wide in shock and fear. Her lips also began to quiver, following her entire body.

“Wha…what the hell is this?”

“Huh?” Both Vermelho and Azuis pondered on what this predicament meant.

“PETRA GET OUTTA THERE! SHE’S A-” The anxious Verde was suddenly distracted by the sight of Petra’s feet already encased in a thick layer of translucid ice. Petra scowled feet, demanding them to move.

“DAMMIT! COME ON MOVE!” She yelled frustratedly, writhing around as she struggled to break free from the glaze.

“Oh dear” The callous brunette said coldly.

Petra lifted her head, looking directly at her torturer with desperate eyes.

“Seems you’ve got a bad case of cold feet”

Practically the whole bar was awestruck; consumed with what was about to transpire.
The chilling damsel sharpened her cold eyes, further intimidating Petra.

“Let’s take care of that..”

The last words instantly made Petra’s eyes tear up and her pupils contract.
“She’s in my dad’s class too?” Tsuya asked, finally drawing near the entrance of the bar the blonde-haired spoke of.


 

“Great! Then talking to her is gonna huge help in finding him!”

“Uhh…yeah about that…” Kenichi cautiously said.

As Tsuya’s hand slowly advanced to the knob of door handle of the drinkery french doors entrance,  Kenichi paused for a split second, sensing a dangerous presence nearby. He then widened his eyes in shock.

“TSUYA GET DOWN!”

As Kenichi quickly pushed Tsuya and himself to the ground, with him twisting all around him creating a shield for the impending peril, A loud crash sounded.  A horizontal column of gleaming ice crashed through the doors. The doors’ glass, along with the ice, shattered over the ground into shards.

“WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!!” Tsuya flusteredly yelled.

“Maybe I should be the one to talk to Diana.” Kenichi replied as he helped Tsuya and himself off the ground.

“You’ve arrived late mio amore.” A voice was heard inside the now dark lit bar, followed by the sound of footsteps and glass being fragmented approaching the destroyed entrance.

Kenichi reached a hand behind his head and rubbed his hair nervously.

“Yeah sorry. Taking care of yokai plus meeting childhood friend equals being late to lunch” Kenichi laughed nervously.

“Huh? Who’re talking to Kenichi?” Tsuya was confused about the conversation occurring until he saw a shadowy figure moving closer.

The outside light shined on the person, revealing to be the same, cold-blooded girl that defended herself from the Green Scale members. She boldly stood with a hand on her hip, with the other  pointing towards her supposed lover, but what struck odd about her hand were the fumes of icy vapor shooting out of her finger tips. Tsuya, with widened eyes and  cheeks painted scarlet, wondered who this icy, yet beautiful creature was. Her name was Diana di Cielo.

Shaman Chronicles Chapter 1: Have You Seen Kazuma Keiyo?

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Chapter 1: Have You Seen Kazuma Keiyo?

 A land that is beautiful is usually just as turbulent, and nowhere is a greater testament to that than the world of Eden: The land of prosperity. And for thousands of years this was true, and the four continents, the Northern Tundra, Tunturi, the Southern Desert, Palaivanam, the Western Forest, Floresta, and the Eastern mountains, Yama, lived side by side and without rivalry. The world is ruled by the Shamans, people who have the ability to create law and order across this vast land, under the supervision of the Great Sage, the wisest and most powerful Shaman.  Until disaster struck.

An evil spirit, known as the Zatalek ravaged the continents, creating fires in the west, infertile soil in the east, sandstorms in the south and blizzards in the north. The Great Sage, died whilst confronting it in the east. However, out of his death came two things: the death of the Zatalek and the creation of a new continent, New Eden.  

Here the Golden Dawn academy and headquarters were set up by the new Sage in honor of the last sage, and an Urban Paradise was built. Technology was decades ahead and suddenly everyone flooded to New Eden. However, greatness comes at a price. The criminal underworld, the Yomi, housed shaman opposition; rogue shaman and dark creatures and spirits known as Yokai.

So who rules over the mass, who commands the whole world to follow the Shamanistic Law? The council of chiefs: five shaman, one for each class, and the great Sage.

The chief animist, who uses animals for their powers and comes from the West, is called Passara. The chief Meister, who uses weapons as a medium and hails from the north, is called Oruzje. The chief Warrior, who uses himself as the medium and whose origins lie in the south, is known as Vegter. The last is the Mage chief, born in the East who uses nature itself as a medium, is known as Moshu. Finally the great Sage, Kanwagi, who is a hybrid of a Meister and warrior, the first hybrid in a thousand years. 

These five men rule the world. But who rules them?


The sky began to darken. Thunder roared and lightning crashed from the heavens. Steadily, rain sprayed down from the black and dreary clouds near a bullet train coming down some tracks. Sitting  inside the rail vehicle was fifteen year old Tsuya Keiyo, pressing his face against the window pane with a nervous expression. Tsuya had a round face, framed by his black hair, onyx eyes, a pale skin complexion, and a petite build. He wore a black t-shirt under a slate-blue colored hooded sweatshirt, with a couple of white stripes running across it, and jeans. Tsuya just transferred to Golden Dawn Academy for shaman training in the ever blossoming capital of New Eden, known as a “paradise” among everyone. Remembering his earlier years back home in Yama, where he would play with his childhood friend he hadn’t seen in a few years, how they made a pinky swear pact that they’d meet again, he prefered the quiet countryside then a busy city anyday.  

After thirty minutes, the sun shone brightly as the train had finally reached New Eden City. Despite his earlier disposition, he was amazed at the view from the train, overlooking the whole city, filled with towering skyscrapers that gleam in the sunlight, with brick skyscrapers at their feet, as the train speeded to get there. He nervously looked back to his bag, waiting to reach the station. After another half hour, the train had reached the station and Tsuya got off into the platform. The swarm of people there was huge, and it was just so cramped for him to squeeze by. So he let them go before he finally walked out in the nick of time, because the closing doors of the train had almost crushed him. He could easily brush it off, yet he knew it was because of his bad luck. It’s always plagued him for some odd reason, even as a child it had occurred around him. Some say that he could bring the downfall of mankind on his shoulders, even if he didn’t know why they would say that about him. Tsuya looked around the platform for his father but was nowhere to be found. Tsuya pulled out a cellphone in one motion and began to dial a number. 

“Hopefully it’ll work this time seeing how you got me this phone for this particular reason.” 

The beep tone sounded, followed by silence. 

“This is Kazuma Keiyo”, his father’s firm voice said, followed by some pervert chuckling.

“If you’re a luscious lady rarin’ to have some fun, leave a message as lovely as yourself…” 

Tsuya blinked a few times, lowered his mobile and stared dumbfounded at the phone. 

“What the …” He quickly drew back the phone to his ear. 

“…If not HANG THE HELL UP!” A beep tone sounded, followed by silence. 

His father was such a kind man to leave such a weird message for him; well really anyone that wasn’t a pretty lady. He had to find someone that could be helpful. Someone that would give him knowledge of his father. Where he stayed, just where to find him. 

“He’s some big shot professor in Golden Dawn, so maybe a couple of people heard of him, or actually know him personally” Tsuya thought. 

He decided to walk up to the first person he saw: an old looking man with a bald scalp that could reflect sunlight.

“Excuse me, sir. By any chance can you tell me where Kazuma Keiyo might be?”

He had asked in a polite manner as he turned towards him. The aged civilian looked at him with a simple expression on his face. 

“Sorry, sonny. I don’t even know anyone by that man, in the good old days…..” 

“Alright time to go.” Tsuya had immediately walked away from the old man, as he began to ramble about the past. 

He decided to throw the dice and look for the next person to ask. His mouth suddenly dropped to what was around to speak to: A standing upright panda next to a cart packed with bamboo shoots. It looked at Tsuya with its his fuzzy head and its hand extended out, waving at the boy. He was compelled to speak to him, and so he did, walking over to it, trying to think of what to say. 

“ Uhh…excuse me, um… Mr. Panda… man?” 

It turned to him with his head. 

“My name is Bamboo.” He said with his gruff voice. Tsuya looked very worried at this moment but he stood his ground. 

“ Mr…Bamboo, have you seen a man named Kazuma Keiyo?”

“Do I look like I have  time to waste looking for your daddy? I got bamboo shoots to sell!” The panda said to Tsuya, rather quickly, after all, it just wanted his money. 

Deciding that maybe a picture would be a better choice of trying to speak to someone, he showed a picture of his father, appearing stupidly drunk in a bar with many women wrapped around him, from his phone. 

“Oh yeah, my best customer! I can tell you where he went…” He lied as it put on a sinister grin, looking at Tsuya with sneaky eyes. 

“If you buy a couple of shoots!” The boy’s palm slapped his face out of anger and started to think this over. Of course he knew what he had to do. The traveler sighed, pulling money  from his pocket.

He handed it over to the panda in exchange for a bamboo shoot. The vendor then pointed a direction. 

“Uhh…umm…it’s coming back to me uhh… he went that way” 

Tsuya gritted his teeth at him, as he looked at the panda again. 

“Can I help you kid?” The creature rudely asked. 

“Come on! I want more than that!” Tsuya yelled. 

“You’re screwing up with my business, so scram!” Bamboo yelled.

“What Business?!”  

Eventually a tumbleweed rolled down the already empty station. Tsuya clenched his fist and started to walk away.

“Come back again when you got more money!” The panda laughed.

About an hour later, the sun was high and the streets were bustling with people shopping, running, and talking which made Tsuya’s search for his father more difficult. Having asked practically every person in the streets of his whereabouts. Without any luck, Tsuya eventually grew tired and called off the search.

“This is hopeless” He sighed. 

He found himself trudging by a nearby brown brick wall, belonging to a shop, to rest his back against. 

“If this is dad’s idea of starting a fresh life in the big city, well…then I’d rather stay back in Yama.”

The boy closed his eyes, thinking of where his father could be until suddenly, the sounds of shattering glass and screams filled the air. The activity came from behind Tsuya. Tsuya turned to find many windows destroyed, with glass shards flying in every direction and civilians running away in terror. Oddly enough, crater-like footprints, possibly from a strange sharp-toed creature, appeared all over the pavement, with more approaching closer to Tsuya every second. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight of a change in pressure around him nearly sending him to his knees. Eyes widening, he felt a cold presence.

“What’s going on?!” He frantically thought.

Without warning, Tsuya felt himself fly with the rush of an invisible force to the street. He barely got back on his feet, holding on to a street pole. 

“OUTTA THE WAY!” Tsuya heard yelling as he looked up to the sky to find the sun being obstructed by a shadowy figure flying in the air.

It was apparent that the figure was of a young man as it landed on the ground. He had messy, chin-length blonde hair with bangs that would hang on both sides of his face, roughly framing his cheeks. He was wearing a red t-shirt underneath a white shirt, jeans and red metal-plated gloves. His most distinguishing features were his featureless, green eyes, a vertical scar running over his left eye, and a sheath attached to his waist, housing a katana with a red hilt.  

“You the last one today? Cause I don’t wanna do this anymore I GOT STUFF TO DO!” The young man complained while picking his nose with an apathetic face. 

“Who’s he talking to?” Tsuya asked, then he gave a disgusted look. “And why’s he picking his nose?”

Unexpectedly, Tsuya’s vision could make out a blurry figure of a bipedal creature in front of the blonde.

“What…what the hell is that? Was that there before?!” He thought, slowing backing away in a shivering state. 

From what Tsuya could observe, the bleary creature launched itself at the young swordsman, preparing to slice his head off while the youthful warrior focused his gaze on the restless monster. The blonde swordsman grasped the red handle of his sword and smoothly slid it out of its sheath. Hefting it, he gave it a swing.

“ASA NO TAKA!” The hero cried.

There was a sudden flash of fire, and a reaching arm aflamed fell off, sliced effortlessly by the blade. Before the creature could react to a missing limb, the boy was in the air in front of its face, his sword already descending on a sure path for its head. In an instant, it was all over, and the bisected remains of the creature fell into rapidly dissolving parts. The swordsman thrusted his blade back in its sheath. A cool breeze followed that blew softly, ruffling his hair.  

“He…he must be a shaman…” Tsuya contemplated, standing aside him. “Other than my father, I honestly never seen one in action this up close and personal.”

The dark haired half-pint examined the sheath around the waist of the yellow-haired.

“If I remember correctly from dad, he’s a meister class shaman because of that sword he carries.”

The mysterious shaman spun around with his arms crossed behind his head and let out a relaxed sigh.

“ALRIGHT! TIME FOR SOME GRUB!”

As he was about to leave the scene, the shaman finally noticed Tsuya standing idly. He began to studying him. Tsuya felt a little intimidated by his stare.

“Uhh…th-thanks for rescuing me. I..”

The shaman then lifted an arm, raising one pinky in the air.

“Long time no see!” As he beamed a grin across his face.

Tsuya widened his eyes in astonishment, realizing that the boy who saved his life was none other than his childhood friend he hadn’t seen in years.

“K…KENICHI?!”

Shaman Chronicles Synopsis

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Follow the adventures of Tsuya Keiyo, a young Shaman who has yet to realize his powers in a world plagued by evil spirits, as he enrolls in Golden Dawn Academy to discover himself in a whole new way. Creating friends and enemies alike, Tsuya explores the mystery of his family line, the underworld of the Yomi, and will uncover a secret that shakes the world of Eden.