Samurai_of_the_moon
Copyright© 2011 by Murasame
Chapter 1
Hiro always loved playing with wooden swords and wanted to become a Samurai so he could protect his mother no matter what came their way. He practiced every moment he could, but he especially loved practicing at night under the moonlight. As his mother watched him practice hard and never give up until he was so tired he went to sleep as soon as he'd lie down. He would always listen as his mother would hum softly as she laid down with him and call him her 'Moon Samurai'.
"sigh ... good night my Moon Samurai" said his mother
and he kept practicing every day and night getting stronger and faster, he would do more and more moves and practice dodging rocks his mom threw when he asked her. "so I can get faster mom" he would tell her.
As the years passed they lived a relatively peaceful life with Hiro getting faster and stronger each day he practiced. He never left anywhere with out his wooden sword, his mom would always ask why he would carry it everywhere. "to protect you with mom" he would tell her and she just smile at him.
7 years later...
As the full moon filled the night sky, Hiro was laying under the stars gazing at them and the beauty of the Full Moon. All of a sudden he heard a great cry through the calm of the night. All of a sudden flames burst out and ravaged through his village killing many, but the screams were not from the fire but from the villagers being murdered by Bandits!
Bloodthirsty bandits ravaged the village stealing and killing anyone who tried to stop them, Hiro ran through the night and into his burning village. Fire raging around him he called out for his mother desperately trying to find her, everywhere he looked there were people laying around either dead or crying over their loved one who were killed. He kept running trying to find her and he suddenly stopped as he saw his mother lying on the ground blood covering her body, he ran to her body lying on the ground trying to help her away from everyone so they wouldn't hurt her more.
As he dragged her out to a clearing in the plains behind a barn. He pulled her up against him trying to keep her safe and not wanting her to die, he was crying uncontrollably as he held her. She looked up at him and reached out to caress his cheek with her hand he cried feeling her hand against him as she lay dying covered in blood.
She looked up at him and told him what a 'good boy' he had been to her and she loved him very much.