Update 2/29/2020

So Sovereign Agenda: Sequel to the Untamed is now finished! And now for my next work! I put a poll up on my profile to decide which story I should write next! I set it so you have two votes each. If you see two choices you like, you can pick them! I'm making a list, so it'll be in the order of the votes!

Until next time!

~Silverleone

Day: ? Month: Should be middle of June. Year: Unless I've been asleep a LOT longer than I thought possible, around 2017...I think...okay, enough of that.

I should probably introduce myself before I start. My name is Rei Taiki and I'm probably your average nerdy looking guy. Being a blonde haired, blue eyed, lighter-skinned 19 year old standing at about 5'7" with half-rimmed, gun-metal-gray glasses. I know, I know, a white guy with a foreign name. Explanation: My parents had moved to Japan before I was born, and they found the name fitting.

To most people, I don't look like much. My attire is a gray v-neck, jeans and regular tennis shoes. A brown long coat hangs off of my shoulders. A necklace made of tightly woven black fabric can be seen hanging around my neck with a quartz, tear-drop shaped pendent. Burnt into it, is a Zuni Bear. The Bear symbolizes courage, physical strength, and leadership. The Heartline symbolizes life force.

When I was around 7, I had expressed interest in the uses of weapons in Martial Arts. When I turned 10, and after a LOT of convincing, my parents signed me up in a martial arts school, one that specializes in Japanese weaponry. I eventually saved up enough money to get a native smith to forge a custom made Katana...once I was old enough, of course. It's a bit shorter than the standard Katana to compensate for my "lack of height".

...Those instructors were harsh...

Now that that's out of the way, back to the present situation...

Waking up with a pounding headache? Not fun. Waking up with a pounding headache and no memory of how you got in a dark room? Yeah...it's even less fun. I don't know what happened, but I need to find out. The room had a very small amount of light coming from what I thought was the door. I swing my legs off what felt like a, surprisingly comfortable, rock slab and set my feet on the floor. I searched the area around myself to see if there was anything I could use. The ground felt like it was bare rock and dirt! I furrowed my brow in confusion, but kept searching. As I was shuffling around like a blind cat, I knocked into something. Grabbing it, I pulled my hand back and used both to blindly explore the item. It was just a stick wrapped with a cloth soaked in something slightly sticky...What is going on...?

Well that's almost too convenient... I thought as I searched around for something to light it. Again, I hit something with my hand. Someone wanted me to find the flint and steel, or at least, that's what I think it was. I set down the torch and tried the "flint and steel". To my surprise, that's exactly what it was, sending small sparks across the floor. I held them over the torch and struck them a few times. The torch ignited and I snapped my eyes shut, turning my head away from the sudden change in light. I let my eyes adjust and pick up the torch, slowly looked around the room, hovering the torch above my eye line.

"Why am I in a cave?!" I jumped up, not even thinking about height and smacked my head against the ceiling. "Ow ow ow ow, okay, bad idea..." I crouched down and rubbed at the spot. I checked for blood on my fingers, just to reassure myself I wasn't bleeding. When I didn't see anything, I slowly stood up and checked the ceiling's height, making sure I didn't hit it again. The cave I was in was surprisingly clean. Sure, there was some moss and vines hanging from the ceiling and walls, but other than that, it almost looked like someone...or thing lived here. There was a thick curtain of what looked like animal skin hanging over a door. I looked back to where I was laying before and saw nothing.

They-whoever theyare-took my Katana...they're going to regret that...

I decided that there was nothing useful here, and I started walking towards the entrance. Then I heard it. For as long as I will remember, I will never forget the first time I heard that sound. The shrill, almost missile-coming-to-kill-us-all sound. Instinct took over, and I found myself ducking back into the cave as far as I could, wanting to be as far away from the impending explosion as possible. I didn't know where it was going to land, and I shut my eyes. Memories of a lesson from the school I attended resurfaced. Hiroshima, one of, if not the most, devastating attacks on Japan. People outside the bomb's range told reports of seeing a plane outside the normal flight pattern, heading towards the city. I remembered the rare report of people saying the bomb was a whistling ball of metaphorical and literal fire. Then Hiroshima was gone. I listened to the sound the thing in the sky, waiting for the inevitable. Nothing. The sound stopped, and then silence. I slowly looked up and saw everything was still there, no bomb had gone off, and the cave was in the same condition as it had been a few seconds ago.

Maybe that wasn't a bomb, but then...what was it? I slowly got up and set the torch on the rock bed, making sure it wouldn't go out. I walked up to the edge of the cave, my body tense as I pulled back the curtain back. I was obviously in a cave, but I didn't realize I was in a cliff-side cave! I stepped up to the small 5-foot ledge and looked down. I stepped back and took a breathe.

Okay, more than 20 feet in the air...I am not jumping that! How did I get up here?! I felt a spark of panic and shoved it to the back of my mind, I'll deal with that later. I looked along the cliff-side to see if there was a way for me to get down. Then my vision caught something out of the corner of my eye, and I snapped my head to look along the beach. There was what looked to be a person, and although the moon was full and out, I couldn't make out any details. I slipped back behind the curtain and watched as the person walked to the bottom of the cliff. They looked up and as I pulled my head back, I heard them whistle. I rolled my eyes.

If they expect me to walk out there at their beck and call like a dog, then thei-! I jumped back as a rope ladder fell past me, and I instinctively reached for my sword, forgetting I didn't have it. Where did that come from?! I saw the ladder jerk and pull taut. The person was climbing the ladder! I slowly stepped back away from the curtain. I heard the person grunting a bit, pulling themselves up the rope ladder. I heard a clank of metal on rock, then the soft thud of a boot. I stepped back and sank into a defensive stance, right foot forward. I didn't have my sword, but I could still fight. Clank, thud, clank, thud. Does this dude have a metal boot? The curtain was pulled back, and a young man stepped around it, he was obviously distracted, as he didn't see me at first. He looked up and it took him a second to register there was a guy's fist not even five feet in front of him. He jerked back and put up both his hands in a show of no harm.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Okay, okay, um...mind, putting the fists down...? Please?" I stepped back and slowly lowered my stance, keeping my body tense. The man had to only be a few years older than me, maybe 23 at most. He had brown, shoulder length hair that was tied up in multiple places on the back on his head. He was wearing a mix of leather and metal armor. A bunch of little hidden trinkets and gadgets were scattered all across the outfit. He looked like a warrior.

"Who are you?" I needed answers. And I wasn't one for goofing around at moments like this.

"Okay, well first of all, my name is Hiccup." I swallowed a snort and let him continue. "...And right now you're on an island called Dragon's Edge." He stopped to let that sink in.

"Who would name an island "Dragon's Edge"?" I rolled my eyes as I shifted into a more comfortable stance, leaning against the wall. I didn't trust him yet. But something about his stance wasn't a warrior's stance, more of a protector's. He wouldn't attack unless needed or provoked.

"Well...I uh...I did heh..." "Hiccup" rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. I snorted.

"Of course you did. Now, where in Japan is this "Dragon's Edge"?" I fully turned towards him now, wanting to get a good look at him.

I wasn't far off...he's got a fake leg... I looked up at him and made eye contact. His eyes glossed over in confusion.

"Um...I'm, I'm sorry, but I don't recognize that name...Where exactly is Japan?"