Plate Of Memories

This is part of a long story, which I've been working on for a while now.

Disclaimer:Just know that, If you're planning on saying you wasted your time on this, It's your own fault for reading it, not mine or any of the members of this blog.

So, here I serve you, Plate Of Memories, Part I. Enjoy!

Chapter I

The boy walked cautiously onto the battlefield, where the dust flew, and the battles raged. He wondered whether he would be able to win the final, for that was the phase of the tournament. He took a glance at his opponent,Clad in dark yellow armour, A helmet on his head, a brown cloth across his jaw, leaving only his eyes revealed, as dark and mysterious as you could get.

The boy gulped. Was this really the one he had to beat to win the tournament? He took a step forward, then another, till he reached his starting position. His opponent seemed to be staring right at him, as if going to eat him for dinner.

The boy heard the ring, signalling the start of the battle. His opponent raised his sword, Large, yellow and translucent. The boy held up his bow, taking aim, he fired, but his opponent merely stepped to a side, dodging it effortlessly.

The boy gulped. What could he do now? He kept firing arrows like there was no tomorrow. His opponent slashed them away, feeling a bit of difficulty this time. The boy pulled a special arrow from his quiver, then aimed it at his opponent, on his knees, still tired from the assault. The arrow shone, The boy concentrated on his opponent's chest, then fired. “Blast shot!”

His opponent held his sword in front of him, the arrow hit it, but kept trying to break through, he understood that it was impossible to block, he tilted his sword to a side, sending the arrow on its way, ripping a part of his sleeve on the way.

The boy panted. “Oh no. My strongest attack...”

then, as he blinked, his opponent was nowhere to be seen. The boy gulped. “I'm dead.”

All of a sudden, he felt a warm presence behind him, but that wasn't all, there seemed to be something flat, and sharp at his throat, The boy didn't dare move, if his opponent sword so much as touched his neck, it would slit his throat, killing him A tear rolled down his cheek.

“You lose.” He heard his opponent say, in a genderless voice.

“The winner, is BranchedIce diner, plate 639! Congratulations!” came an announcement, as the large broadcasting screen turned off.

The boy felt the sword at his neck disappearing, he fell to his knees. He was glad to be alive, for then. But for some reason, he felt suspicious of his opponent, he was just standing beside him, like a shadow, maybe he still wanted to kill him and was only waiting for the broadcasting to stop.

The boy looked at him. He noticed something he hadn't noticed before, his opponent was only as tall as him,and from the look of his pure, black eyes, he seemed as young too.

His opponent took a look at him, then started walking to a side, the boy watched, as he seemed to suddenly dash in front of him. Holding his sword away from the boy, horizontally, like a shield, the boy heard a clink.

“Oh darn, it seems I've missed.” he heard a voice, far in front, The boy stood up, peering over his opponent's shoulder. There was the boss of his chain of restaurants. With a lower-status person near him, but what made the boy gasp was what that man had at his side, a little girl, with white hair, and deep red eyes, scared to death.

The boss tossed the gun to the grunt. Who caught it.

“Sister!” The boy cried. As the grunt pointed the gun to her head.

“Now, my order,” The boss said. “Kill the swordsman.”

The boy caught his opponent from behind, pointing an arrow at his neck. But, his hand was shaking, He had to, but could he? Tears of hesitation rolled down his cheek.

He closed his eyes, not wanting time to pass, hoping that somehow, He and his sister would both be alive at the end of this dilemma. He wished in his heart, that time itself could stop for a while, and he could stand staring into his sister's eyes for one last time.

But instead of a gunshot, the boy heard a cry. “Ice!”

He waited for the bang of the pistol, which would signal his sister's end. He waited, in fear and anxiety. For ten long and cold seconds. Nothing was happening. He opened his eyes, slowly. The grunt and boss, they seemed to be frozen in time, just as the boy had wished, was this a dream? his sister seemed as confused as him.”Hey um, what just happened?” she asked,

The boy's opponent struggled to speak. “Can you let me go now?” he stuttered.

The boy did so, as his opponent fell to his knees, panting. “Now.” he said, “Go free her. And then come with me.”

The boy looked at his opponent in surprise, “What?”

“I'll explain later,” he said, standing up. “Now let's go save her.”

they ran to the girl's side, pulling away the grunt's arm around the girl, as well as the gun. She was free now.

“um, What's happening?” she asked the boy.

The boy looked at his opponent, who seemed to be signalling them to follow him, they walked to the doorway through which he came, where another girl with black hair and eyes was standing, “Come on, there's not much time.”

The boy saw his opponent nod.“You can release them now.”

The girl muttered. “water.”, then ran with the other three through the room, to the main corridor of the building, turning left.

“Um, can you please explain to me what's going on?” The boy asked his opponent.

“I'll tell you later,” he replied, then turned to the girl. “take them to the station, while I get the tickets.”

he turned to the boy. “take this.” he handed a note to him. “that should explain a little.”

The boy read it, as they ran through.

I request feedback on it, since I want to know whether it is as lame as I think, or whether it isn't that bad. Please, If you have time, tell me what you think. I don't mind mean comments, I just want an honest opinion. If you have an opinion and time, please post it.

Thank you for your time.

Amita