CH 1. A new story I've begun. Kinda a fantasy, comedy, action, love mesh. It's basically a beautiful piece of fun and insanity! ^o^

Enjoy!

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It was another cold night in the kingdom of Rain, the wind piercing you with every chilled gust. Han shivered as he walked down the street, the snow building up on top of his black hat, his leather duster leaving a large trail behind him in the snow, only his foot imprints left in the midst of the path that he had made. He shook his feet to bring the feeling back into them, since he preferred to not wear any shoes; his feet would always become cold and completely numb. He blew into his hands to warm them up as he treaded the path down the main street to his home, all the lights in the surrounding shops and homes all turned off and dark, making the kingdom seem like a ghost town, cold and desolate, as if the ruins of a once glorious kingdom. Perhaps it was only once glorious, the current ruling monarch being cruel and rather greedy.

He sighed and reached into his pocket for his key, pulling out the small brass thing as he reached the door to his house. He stuck it into the key hole and opened the door, walking inside. He re-pocketed his key in its usual place in his duster. He hung the duster and his hat upon the coat rack next to the door, now locking the door as well, lest he live that open again. He proceeded into his study, lined with his vast number of books, encyclopedias and notes. And a few drawings as well, though he really was not much of an artist. He walked over to the two large red chairs in front of the fireplace and sat down with a pleasant sigh, relaxing into it. The fire in front dancing as if alive and happy, praying for him to caress it. He sighed, fantasizing about fires.. Yeah, it was time for sleep. He then closed his eyes and his head fell into a slightly tilted position as he drifted to sleep, the fire providing comfortable warmth, almost acting as a blanket for him to sleep.

He awoke the next morning to a loud knocking coming from his door, the fire now dead and asleep itself among its now cold ashes. He yawned a bit as he got up, his dark black shirt lightly damp from the combination of melted snow and his sweat from the night. He pulls his tan shorts up a bit as he walked over to the door, grabbing something off the desk and placing it behind him in his shorts next to his tail. He walked over down the hall and to the door, putting on his duster "Han! Mister Han Archer! Open the door, police!" The voice from behind the door yelled.

"Yes yes, I'll be there in a minute!" Han yells back, his duster now snugly on. He opens the door carefully, his hand behind him, grasping the large knife by his tail. Two large men stood before him, adorned in the kingdom's usual guard attire: blue suits with golden buttons and a large red star on the left breast, their large black pants fit loosely on their legs, reaching only down to their ankles, over their large boots. They were tall, their fox tails reaching down to the ground, their ears twitched as they scanned behind Han "Mister Archer, you are required to come with us, at the request of our great leader and Queen, Rin Contra." One would say forcefully. Han smirked and looked up to him "And just why would I do that, hmm?" He asked with a sly smirk, his green tail swaying beneath his duster. "It is at the Queens request. We do not have the details, please, just come peacefully." The other said, reaching for his long golden sword, adorned with the red star as well. Han sighed and simply nodded, reaching into his coat for his key, pulling it out he walked outside with the men. With a sigh he locked the door after he closed it and began walking away with the men, slipping the key back into his duster's pocket.

Han sighs as he is taken by the guards down the familiar street that he walks down every day, everything was the same as always: the little ones ran around happily, playing games, taunting each other… Always a cute sight. The stores were all now open, as it was midday again, their fresh fruits aromas filling the air, making it seem like a fruit grove instead of a busy market place. Han looked around as the people stared at him, whispering to each other, many trying to avoid him and the men by ducking inside their shops and homes. Han sighed, the guards seeming unaffected by this, though they were probably used to it by now as they were not too popular anyway. The regime was very unpopular to the common people, only supporting the wealthy and upperclassmen. He looks up to the men “So, fine weather we’re having, eh?” He asked knowing damn well they wouldn’t answer… And who would’ve guessed it? They didn’t.


The road was long, as was the walk, the two guards remaining silent and stern. Han couldn’t help but sigh as the area started getting less and less familiar, as he had never needed to walk this far for, well, really any reason whatsoever. In fact, all he really knew about this road was that it was the direct, and only, path to the entrance of the castle that rested far beyond the city lines. His feet began to ache slightly, their bear pads chilled by the light snow still left upon the cobblestone street from last night’s storm. He never liked wearing shoes, but he slightly regretted it now.


After about an hour more of walking, they finally reached the large golden gates that rested inside the expansive wall surrounding the castle. The only entrance, it held two, tall guard’s posts beside the large, spike-tipped gates, their glow an eerie silver. A top the posts were 4 archers, two per tower. The Queen’s finest.. It’s said that they have never missed a target, even in the most hectic environment. One of Han’s accompanying guards thus yelled out “দরজা খুলুন!” Queen’s language…. Damn devil speak if you asked him. The gates were thus opened, widening slowly, yet without a single creek.