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IT'S BEEN SOME TIME since I woke, but none shall see me. For now, let's see this face beckon the means of reality. When an angel fell, he left seven swords each named for a reason. His name was Gabriel and he gave each worthy one a sword with a single letter under the fabric on the handle. If each put their swords in a certain order, it would spell the angel's name. Now those worthy perished in the war, and their descendants gave birth to a new era. They formed the Divine Wind after the single sword called, "Jade" a red fabric on its handle with a spiraling gold tsuba and a carbon and silver-edged blade darker than the night world can comprehend. Is this now grasped by my hand in a dark, misty, timeless field of what may be a dream? Is it? Well, may it be true that you'll find me before I find you. Meet me at the five pillars of fire beneath the sea of reality. You found two of the guardians, now reach into your soul to find the rest! Zen!
"Ah!" Zen jumped, with his favorite cross in his hand, screaming. "It's okay... just a nightmare again." Zen relaxed, and then froze as he looked up to meet his brother's eyes. "No... it can't be..." Zen stuttered mumbling now backing against the wall of pillows as his brother moved forward onto his bed.
"Back demon! You're dead...Kaze!" Zen screamed and tossed the small silver cross at his brother who caught it in midair. He crept toward him on his hands and knees 'til they were close enough that Zen felt his brother's long, cool breath. He's a ghost! So how does he glow, but not be transparent? Zen wondered but it was too late. His brother grabbed him before he could think again or speak another word. Zen was lifted up to the wall now sitting on the frame with a strong foot on his "sensitive spot". His head was held by a left hand pressing the cross to his forehead and the other held his shoulder tightly.
Zen tried to scream at the immense pain as the cross started to burn him. He met his brother's eyes and stood still as if he was looking in his heart.
"You're...dead..." Kaze whispered, and then they froze. Kaze grabbed Zen, pressing his arms to his sides and shook him screaming and banging his head on the wall. The door burst open and a person ran in and lit a candle on the nightstand, and froze as the light filled the room. Zen started to cry. The cross was stuck to his head and his eyes grew scared. He whispered gasping as his brother grabbed him tightly, digging into his neck. "Help me..." Zen cried. Kaze looked, but the boy was too fast for him to move.
Hichaigo threw one of the silver crosses from Zen's nightstand and it hit Zen's brother on the forehead with such force that it sent Kaze flying off of Zen. Kaze screamed as he hit the back wall and growled, baring several demonic fangs, and then he disappeared into dust. Zen was panting and looked from the dust on the floor to his nephew stunned.