7 LIVES

The youth cladded in dark grey dress was stunned to the gaze his sight met. His bright eyes transitioned to pale, and his once happy emotions also transfigured to gloominess.

At that very moment, looking at this youth clearly, one could apparently see he had fallen into profound sadness, and for him, life was over for him; he was just a living dead at this very moment.

The atmosphere of happiness was no longer in existence.

This youth cladding in dark grey dress felt like his heart was pounding so rapidly that it exceeded highest, climbing above peak, and in any unpredictable moment, his heart could jump out to his shirt.

All his viens connecting to his heart stabled, and blood no longer flowed through... His innermost self stabilized, as if caught in frost. As a quick rise of stupor burst out, stimulating the emotion of sadness by aggravating it, and then a relentless wail of pain and loss made it way to the youth.

If one was to be at this scene, one may feel sorry for this youth, try consoling him and doing all of one's might just to calm this youth down, but I promise it will all be in vain.

Inside the youth's head, it was icy and numb; the scene panetrated his consciousness like a paralysing dart.

As he staggered footsteps onward, his body shuddered as though standing in the depths of extreme coldness. He felt like his life was almost over, and death was now inevitable.

All he had in his mind now was only tenacious sadness, and his whole body was under the control of itself. his handsome face turned dull, and the mood of living was no more felt.

In this youth's world, he was smothered in darkness. And not even white could lot there; his appetite for everything at all in the world diminished, and now he was an example of nothingness.

As though to try comforting, suddenly a series of beautiful and loving memory appeared out of the blue and cycled in the mind of this youth. It was then his dieing brains somehow responded to stimuli and caught those flair memories, embedding it deep within, as though to prevent it from perishing.

A hint of ecstasy drew on this youth's face as soon as his mind-eye caught those flair days..

Raised by a group of people whom natured your growth in a scope of love, caring and happiness.

How can one not feel home? How could one not feel the presence of family? How could one not find hope, even when in the depths of despair? How can one not live with satisfaction?

The memories of those days are like the gentle wind throbbing in the evening, leaving a scar of lovely feeling on anybody under its region. The lovely wind that comforts, brings hope, sweep away loneliness and fill one with goodness, satisfactory and escatsy, such is the life this youth have.

The gentle life filled with the scent of incense. Avoiding pain within its area and filling its area with only love and caring, a lively childhood this youth had.

Growing up, although this youth face some challenges, as it's inevitable in life, yet his lovely family system stabilized; not a single day did it decrease...

More desiring, is during birthdays, the whole family would gather around an ignited fire camp to dance, sing songs, tell stories, crack jokes and laught endlessly until the atmosphere was tired of noise, then will they say goodbyes and dissipate to their various houses.

As these flair memories breezed through the youth's head, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.. as both tears of joy and sadness flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall, down to the ground. And when they reached the ground, it was as though they were blessings; the vegetations nourished and became more lively.

Such memories appearing now would have been welcoming if one was returning or has returned from a journey or a place to see his family aged or changed from their previous selves into something new...

But it went the otherwise...

This youth who has went form his lovely home 3 months ago and just returned didn't meet the positive, but rather, demise.

Ahead of this youth were a number of people, all breaded in cold blood as though hey were the source of blood. Some laying on the ground while others too on their kness with their eyes filled with fear and anxiety on a dull face, as if lacking happiness. And a sign of lifeless marked all around them, accompanied with the atmosphere of loss.

As the youth cladded in dark grey cloth staggered footsteps onward, crystal clean tear rundown his cheeks like a waterfall. And as he got closer to the shocking scene ahead of him, the horror in him grew much bigger, causing the youth to appear helpless and destitute.

This youth was no other person but Nyarko. The Wood Village's pride. The soul of the Wood village. Nyarko the kid capable of doing the impossible" such is how some of the Wood village members called him. And it was true.

As a saying goes, "cradle of knowledge is learning" Nyarko is indisputably a bookworm. He loves to and soughts to read books and further in them. Consequently his brains has widely expanded and he does great things compared to his age mates; he does the unexpected.

He'd have great impact on his studying, and it has magnificently aided him both in strength building and living.

However for the other children of Nyarko's age and some grown ups, spending too much time on studying books is already a tideous work for them, so they only try to grasp the little they think is okay and after that, they go on to continue their other daily routine.

For some students, because they posses potent magical power and ahead in cultivation level, also come from well respected and rich family, they spend little time on books, and mainly focus on advancing their cultivation levels swiftly, with the help of their taught secret methods by personal teachers plus other powerful treasures gained by their rich family. Mostly to flaunt the girls and high positioned elders.

Unlike Nyarko who possesses an anonymous impotent magical power and finds it difficult to defeat most of his opponents; always resulting in a draw match or a loosed match. Why wouldn't even such a person in this world learn from different sides to become strong?

[But however, there are still such people like Nyarko whom despite their weakness, they still don't take seriousness to take a step forward].

As for Nyarko, who has taken that step to learn even before starting to attend school, has gained great benefits from his "Time wasting". Yes, that's what most of his colleagues said most times they spotted him with a book; as he's normally seen wandering around with book, looking only into it as though he's seen an emerald. It is due to jealous that cause the to say that to Nyarko. And believe me, after saying that, they would feel okay, feel good as if being bathed in gold.

Unfortunately, it will only last for some short time. Thus, their motive behind this is to put a dark cover over Nyarko's determination, in other to entice him to put an immediate stop to what he's doing, but rather Nyarko would either thank them for sharing their idea on what he's doing or pay them no ears and slide by.

When this happens, the jealous such type of his colleagues aggravates, and leads to intense hatred that some even wished Nyarko was killed! One or two has Nyarko have a reluctant duel with one of his invincible against colleagues. But in the end it resulted positive for Nyarko, and resulted negative for this colleague: the match was draw.

His invincible colleague didn't understand why he couldn't defeat Nyarko and sneak another leathal counterattack on Nyarko from behind. But you know, Nyarko possesses the Wind magical power: he swiftly doged the attack like air, and hastily run out of sight before things worsen.

Due to his escapes, his against colleagues will rather call him a coward, intending to kill the hard non stop spirit in Nyarko and disgrace him Infront of many and the other beautiful female students, to surrender, but it was as if they'd forgotten who they were trying to entice: "He never cares about what you say about him. What's right and wrong in his life is decided by he himself. Laugh or mock at him, he won't listen as though your speakings and actions didn't exist".

This a type of school life Nyarko has. Whilst another type is where he has a couple of friends whom he plays with and shares some of what he has with them.

His sharings has even paved the Way for some of his weak friends to excel in combat and, just like he is, and also improve cultivation level in a few months of persistent training. "No wonder he's an idol for some of his friends".

Nyarko appears one of a kind among his colleagues anytime when someone is done among them. Although he might not win, yet he stood different and simple. Owing to this, he's gained high hopes in some 2 or 3 intelligent teachers, and they strongly believe he will make great things in the futurity and attain a great position.

"Reading is good" that's what Nyarko normally says, as if to calm down the big words which goes against him. Rather, he knows what he gains from it. Some of which are: Wind Run Sill. This skill is a formidable skill for speed. One performing this skill will have an incredible speed ability...

But sadly, it's not known by many. It's only Nyarko who possesses the Wind Run Skill. Morever, it was created by him...

Being a Wind magical power posseser, Nyarko really had difficulties in fighting. Because Wind power is rare, and in his entire school maybe entire East side, he's the only one who possesses that kind of power, which is not known by many..

So getting a teacher who is even quite knowledgeable about it is also rare.. therefore one has to rely on one's self.

Nyarko read many books about the magical powers existing, in expectation of getting even the slightest info of his Wind power, but he didn't. Thereby, he had no other choice or way but to strengthen his-self in combat, to excel. However to Nyarko, that did not mean he should put a stop to reading in search of information about his power, no, he still read amass and further.

In this process of learning, Nyarko came to know about Art Power, that: it's a superior skill that can be learnt by study, practice and observations.

Initially, Nyarko had that thought of it's difficult to master the Art Power, although it's learnt by study, practice and observations. But as he still gathered the needed courage to press on, he'd come to know it wasn't difficult like he once though it was. His view totally changed, from a kind of feeling I can't, to I can further.. even out of curiosity, he thought of fusing his Art Power and Wind power later on.

His Wind power was only capable of blowing off objects, and lifting them up. While on the other hand, his Art power gained, enabled to possess an incredible skill and an incredible ability. The skil is: The ink sea. The ability is: Art cat eyes, which enables Nyarko to see a considerable distance, and also comprehend and analyze opponents moves, and notice hidden traps. When activated , Nyarko's eyes change into a gleaming yellow and white pair of eyes.

With this two Power, he excels in combat.

But the reason why Nyarko mostly results in a draw or loose match is ninety-nine percent because of his cultivation level.

Nyarko's cultivation level does not climb up the ranks as it's supposed to, at his stage.[Another reason his against colleagues make endless laughter at him "poor cultivation"].

Due to Nyarko's respect, humbleness, perseverance and persistence in training, 2 of the intelligent teachers who liked him had sacrificed their selves to engage in a research to help their student, but they too failed.

Initially, Nyarko taught it was because he possessed an impotent magical power had resulted in his stabled cultivation level, so he searched for solutions... Right before he had discovered the Art power.

Morever, this was the genuine fact that has motivated Nyarko to get into learn the Art power. He once thought after grasping the Art power, an improvement will be made, but..

It was this same thing that brought about Nyarko's idea of fusing his twin Power. In expectation a miracle will be created, as ignoring one was not possible.

Like stated, the magical powers are also forces and thereby fusing is possible.

Nyarko swallowed the danger and did fuse the forces: Art power force and Wind power force which exist within him in different angles, to coexist and become one.

Just like fusing with a life-force, Nyarko did fuse his powers within him.

The only difference between fusing with a life force and Nyarko's Power forces fusion, is simply the life force one is fusing with is belonging to a living object and one has no familiarity with it, whilst Nyarko on the other hand has both forces within him, and also has clear familiarity with them.

He entered the meditation state which is the total concentration of one's consciousness onto the nature world, and thus the motive of your meditation, which requires one's breathe to activate, and one's power to proceed, for 2 solid days.. and he succeeded in return. His target was hit.

Nyarko felt sensations and improvement in his physical self by the influence of the potent energy he's encountered, underwent changes in his strength and he appeared to as though hatched from a powerful egg.

Nyarko felt a breakthrough in his skills and abilities. Especially the Wind Run Skill and combat, but however, the chief motive behind his fusion didn't change; still he felt no breakthrough in his cultivation level.

Testing his Wind Run Skill, Nyarko discovered his speed has elevated and stepped into a new level.

To test this for real, Nyarko intentionally provoked one of his against colleague into a duel.

When Nyarko deployed his Wind Run Skill, he discovered his speed has truly increased: Swift as the air, and fast like light.

Also, his Art cat eyes also leapt into a new level that even brought wondering and puzzle to Nyarko. His abilities and skill had become indeed formidable, beyond his stage, but why couldn't he still make a cultivation breakthrough? This question remained unsolved till date.

ROYAL FIGHTERS ACD. the school Nyarko attends. News was brought by the heads of the school which read potential students have been chosen to be trained drastically for 2 and half months, for special future purpose. By lack, Nyarko was chosen among the potential ones and thereby had only 3 days to be free and return when it's time. As for the other students, they were given 3 months holidays.

Nyarko had to inform his family, the Wood village before he would take action.

It was on that day he'd informed the whole Village about his departure, and return in 2 months and half time. It was on that very same day Nyarko came to know he was truly the soul of the village...

Just saying his departure in words already had a big effect on the members of the village, and in reality the village itself.

And it was on that very same day Nyarko received blessings from every single one of the village members, and they entrusted him with the fortune of their village..

The village head too spoke to Nyarko secretly, and passed on treasures and a dress to him,. Plus he also received the Godly blessing from the Village head. It all happened on that very same day.

The Wood village felt as if they've loosed grab on an emerald, the day Nyarko left. They won't see the child who always read books and asks beyond one's Level questions, trains persistently and always inquisitive and wants to know more for some long time. Meanwhile, it was only just at least 3 months leaving.

Nyarko was brimming with love, and endless devine blessings from his family. Such is a power of family love.

But who would expect returning from a journey to family, would be such a demise?

As Nyarko staggered onward, his eyes sadly looked around the dead bodies. And as soon as his sight met a gaze of each body, a series of blissful moments he had with such person will abruptly appear in his head, as though in hurry, then circulate, forming a flair cycle of lovely memories in Nyarko's head, and in his eyes those days appear in his view as though it was really happening.

Crystal clean tears of sadness along with grave unhappiness flowed endlessly, as if it's eternal. The atmosphere of Nyarko's world was thoroughly dark and lacked soothe.

Gazes swept pass and only Nyarko's sad eyes met them singlely. His heart overraced and his soul became filled with fear.

"How?" a mumble, quite less than weak sounded from Nyarko's mouth subconsciously. Accompanied with a broken hearted.

At this very point, Nyarko was desperate and alone.. no other words but grief child could describe him.

One would expect crying for more than an hour, Nyarko will vent his pain. It worsen when his eyes fell onto an Old man layyon the ground lifeless, with an unwelcoming face_ it was the Village head.

"The Village head!" this time, the voice that rung out from Nyarko's mouth was enough to belong to 3 mouths.

Nyarko hastened his steps and in a step of flash, he reached a distance 5metres+.

"Nyarko, in this... Life, you have to strive to thrive. Rely on yourself in the future. Try to be honest an justice, set the innocents free and be the fruit of hope for people. One more thing, try getting rid of your choleric character or else it will eventually..." an old weak voice echoed in a dark room, storing a stone bed, a wooden table along with 2 wooden chairs.

An Old man layed on the stone bed, talking to a kid appearing to be in his 10 year old, crouching behind the stone bed, with each one of the cells in his ears to pay vivid attention...

"You're the star in the Wood village and its future depends only on you_my boy, it's good you're into curiosity_ the path which leads to knowing more. It will aid you excel in your performances..". The Old weak voice said softly with sighs and endless coughs, which also echoed in the dark room.

The kid crouching behind the stone bed listened to every single alphabet carefully aa his brain absorbed them..

When this memory was reminisced in Nyarko's head, it even made him tremble slightly and felt a quick rise of headache, accompanied with a piercing cold pain panetrating his brains.

Holding onto the Old man on the ground, Nyarko couldn't help but murmur griefly "you told me to call you grandpa.. Grandpa am sorry for this, am really sorry. Why does destiny have this as part of our life? If anything else had happened, it would've been very good than this.... Why??".

A loud cry like a mother seriously searching for her beloved child rung out. Soon, another murmur followed " Grandpa, you promised me you will stay alive until I become a...

On my 10th birthday, you said I was great and I will do better. Grandpa I did it! Look l made an improvement in my strength and am very good in combat now, compared to the old me. I also keep reading..

I could not spend my 11th birthday home because of the 3 months call of the potential ones. I had spent it alone, but l believed, no, l knew you were with me. Please come back.. come here".

Endless sad cry came like rain.

In the moment of crying bitterly, a sound sounded in Nyarko's ears from nowhere, like an invisible whisper and then..

"I've kept this secret for long, I don't think I need to keep it again. Today is your 10th birthday and as part of your gift, I'll tell you about your parents ".

When Nyarko's consciousness met these words, his crying instantly stopped, and now it vanished. A hint of smile appeared on Nyarko's handsome face as though it was the first time hearing this. Expecting to hear...

"Your parents were great and so you are. A single ray of light grows into a beam of light. A tear of sadness, is a tear of happiness. So Nyarko, at you know, an enlightened person, I hope you can bear what am about to tell you"

Nyarko's consciousness puzzled for a moment and came back, as though this was the first time hearing this.

Expecting the otherwise.. but not

"Your parents were killed by the ANOKYE kingdom during the first Armageddon" the end was tragic!