The Story Of Akyzr.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's a story about a warrior not an normal warrior but one with the power to manipulate water at will. This warrior uses the special weapon choice of a bow and arrow this is where his story started.

Submitted: August 15, 2012

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The Story Of Akyzr.

My story begins with the memory of me being in my mothers arms on board of a ship taking us to the new location of where our new lives were to begin. Our lives had seen to come to an sudden end when come face-to-face with a tidal wave seemingly to be as large as earth itself! Smashing into this wall of water the ship being destroyed on impact and who inhabited it along with my family fading to a distant memory. This was to be the last thing that I remembered that is until I was re-awaken under water, vision vague so everything around me was unclear. Suddenly I hear a voice, a voice allowing me to live not an ordinary voice but a distinct voice of something great something of power. He says to me

I allow you to live but you must live as the water through the water and for the water

a figure of the man appears and vanishes as if never there then I slowly start to fade as if in a daze then my vision blackens. I re-awaken once more on the shore of an island. I knew to myself that this would be the start to my new life as I know it. Only armed with the element of water I had to find myself a weapon a way to defend myself something I could use that can go hand-and-hand along with my water. This weapon wouldn’t just fall of the sky I would have to construct such a weapon. As I start my search I realize I’m only surrounded by trees and grass armed rocks from the shore I start to brake off pieces of bark from the tree with the idea to construct a bow and arrow.Running through hundreds of prototypes I finally get a hold of a substantial bow or at least the closest I could get to the real thing. Using this very bow that I have created from the nature around me I start practicing honing my skills so-to-speak using trees, insects, birds anything that stood it’s ground or had a pulse in order to become the best to ever wield this weapon or at least never miss. Running out of arrows quite fast and growing weary of creating knew ones I started to think to myself that maybe I could find a way to make the water make up for what I had lacked in patience. Ultimately I had failed instead of merely trying to take the easy way out I decided that I would just take the time it needed and make myself the absolute best I could be. I started designing each and every one of my arrows with a pouch of water sealed to each one that way I could control my shot if need be. This would only be the start to the things I could achieve I would not only be able to control the arrow but use the arrow to control the water around it. As my practice went on I started to see a change an increase in the abilities I could do so many things seemed impossible even getting off this wretched place. Years have passed on this island with only me here on it. It seemed easy enough because I could control the very thing that had forsaken me but it’s not that I couldn’t leave I was afraid to I could control the water fine while both feet firmly planted on ground but diving head forward into the very thing that ended my family seemed mad. Days of thinking I had started to go insane being on the very island and came to the conclusion that it was time for me to leave this place. So I set out for the closest thing to civilization that I could reach traveling by water relinquishing my greatest of all fears in order to live. Traveling by the water on this wooden raft heading nowhere fast with no direction I end up face-to-face once more with seemingly the same tidal wave as if coming back to finish me off! No, not this time! This wave could not kill my devotion but I feel as though this will shape who I am to become. I try and fight this wave with none other then the very weapon I have come to master.I shoot these tree crafted arrows with he same pouch that I have constructed and that one thing is standing in the middle of survival and death for me. This very strip allowed me to deface the deface what had once before taken my life. I had taken back to my journey with what was left of the raft I had made to assist my voyage. Minutes, Hours, and even days had passed passing land for the simple reason of it being out of reach and me to weak to make my way to it. I had managed to land on shore with a view of a fountain looking back at me I had arrived in Chicago of all places whats in store for me here?


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