100+ Writing Contest Entry (1)

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Shivering and cold, Kyshiro Bayside Shima walked through the frigid rain, dark hood over his head, concealing his odd pale purple eyes. He tilted from one side to the other, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep himself upright. His slightly messy black hair swung back and forth as he pushed himself through the storm, a hand up to shield his eyes. The rain on Clyvenfield was vicious, so vicious that it made the bottom of his black cloak whip against his legs. He gripped the edges of the outfit and pulled them closer to his shivering body, shuttering as a chill passed through the air. Why was he on Clyvenfield you ask? Why not on Rayten; the continent of medieval, or possibly even Zanazen; the continent of where gasoline cars drove around and polluted the air? Well, the answer was kind of… Well, it was far from simple. To put it, just a day ago, the heir of the House of Addavich, Duke, had forced him to go down the forbidden hallway in the estate of the richest and the most powerful House on planet Hevion. His own house, House Shima. Duke had then opened the chest sitting directly in the middle of the room, which was the reason Kyshiro was in the position he was in now. The heir’s home was all the way back in Rayten, which was all the way on the other side of the planet. Anyway… What happened to be inside of the box were some shadows or the “residue of despair” as they called themselves. One of them had killed Duke and corrupted Kyshiro, bringing him all the way over here to kill some guy that had a rather good reputation in Clyvenfield. The shadow would’ve succeeded if Kyshiro hadn't figured out a way of stopping it, pushing against his own heart. That was basically what he had just gone through in a nutshell. When he woke up in the building, he was half naked and the man he… Er… The shadow he should say had been chasing was gone. He was glad that the man was gone, far far away from him and his dangerous companion, but his heart sank a little bit. If the man lived, he would certainly tell this to the news, which would spread the word until it eventually reached the head of House Shima, his father, Lord. No one knew the secret that was strictly kept between him and his father, that Kyshiro was expected to be perfect. And if he wasn’t… Well, he had multiple scars on his back and his legs, hidden and out of sight. He was frightened of Lord’s wrath. Darn it. Forget frightened, he was terrified. Kyshiro ground his teeth, continuing to walk through the pelting rain. His boots quietly clicked against the metal ground. Upon leaving the building, he had taken a quick change of clothes, putting on a black shirt and black pants, the cloak, and the pair of boots. He had left a tip for the owner of the shop, but he still felt slightly guilty, hoping that they could forgive him in the future. The only thing that he kept from his usual attire was his dangling teardrop shaped amber earring on his left ear. It swung heavily, wiping painfully. Kyshiro grunted, lifting his arm up and pausing his walk. The wind kicked up and sent a flurry of hard rain pattering at his face. He was pushed backwards a tad, his boots scraping loudly against the black metal walkways of the lit streets of the high technology continent. White light hanging from above casted the area in an eerie gloom. Kyshiro peeked open an eye, twisting his feet more firmly into the ground as the wind started to pick up, causing the lights above to flicker. His tailcoat fluttered out behind him and his hood flew off. They flapped in the wind as Kyshiro was being scooted back, his teeth grinding together. The wind whipped into him violently, forcing him to close his eyes tightly once more. Even though there wasn’t any dust being flung into the air Kyshiro’s eyes watered nonetheless. “Hey kiddo!” Kyshiro peeked open his eyes, hearing a loud throaty voice call from his left side. Panicking internally, Kyshiro quickly tugged the hood and pulled it over his head. He turned in the direction of the voice, seeing a plump little man wearing a bright pink outfit waving him over, one hand to his mouth, “Hey! Over here!” Kyshiro bit his lip, pulling his hood down some more as he turned towards the figure, a hand falling down to his side, “What’re you doin’ out there?” the man called, eyes squinted tightly, “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone at night?” Kyshiro gritted his teeth together, panic rising rapidly through his veins.