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A lonely centipede enters the nook of a tree, it branches waves with the wind, branching out by the scars made by the years that became a sign of reverence for the village below it, one of the young women of is praying for a bountiful harvest, hoping that her prayers will reach the sky, she looksone last time before heading back, but stops.
The first thump of the wood makes her curios, the second is stronger, pieces of it scattered around, and she takes a step back, secular bushes fall on the ground garments broken, as an arm made of the same wood erupts from the tree, a second comes, legs, and trunk head, the woman see in shock this armor made of their relic, all those memories split open and lost by this…
“DEMON, A DEMON EVERYBODY RUN!”
Screamed the girl running away, while they tried waving at her.
They have made the strangest dream! There was a lot of fire and don’t remember anything else…
Engraved on their hand there was a word, that’s definitely important…
Their name! The Wooden knight's name was Door.
As first thing Door looked back where it was born? Nah it didn’t look like a mother to them, but thinking the sad girl back they decided to try and fix it!
Yeah, there was nothing to do with it, split open trees are not in their resume, and at the moment they preferred lay low a bit, Door would have said sorry at least!
Eventually!
But where to go? It didn’t matter how much they thought, there was no memory of where they were.
Well, it just means there was a lot to learn again!
The blue sky was blue, the grass green, hunching down somethingt made them tremble.
BUGS! Black browns and green! The drawer on their chest opens instinctively showing a little terrarium where the centipede comes out, happily door put all of them, and keeps walking down the hill.
There shouldn’t be any problems for now, except of a river;
Door didn’t even think twice to cross!
Of course, the river was a lot more deep than it seemed, and they were now floating on it, transported just like the piece of wood they are.
It was pretty calming they make the mind drift, apart…
Blacks smoke was rising around them dancing aroung, an hunched figure,
“I don’t need you anymor-”
Something shivered inside, panicking suddenly they got of it,
all their body trembling and the thought of that dark place…
Door steeled their resolve to not know for the moment what happened, happier like that!
For now, it was best to just walk, if there wasn’t something bugging them, near them there was someone crying, a kid they recognize, so, they get near it.
The kids stopped looking at the incredibly tall Knight with raspy voice andeyes still redded talked:
“Hi, tree man.”
Door waved back,
“You are very tall! Could you help me get back Tickles?”
The kid pointed to and hight try where the cat was dangling, and the little one cried again calling its name.
They just got under and stretched the arm up, giving back the cat.
The squeal of joy of the kids were marvelous to hear.
“Thank you so much Wood Knight!” He hugged their leg and ran away, going back home.
Maybe walking and helping people meanwhile was the way to go!
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In the village the supposed ‘Demon’ appearance became everybody talk, the splitted tree was undeniable proof, their warriors wanted to go immediately on search of them, the elders tried to explain how dangerous that was, the kids thought the split tree looked much cooler.
At the moment still everybody arguing two figures, made ther presence, a sudden chill coming from this 2 chilling figures,
A kid talked,
“Samurai! Are you a samurai miss?”
the womans smirked under the mask,
“Of course I am! And I feel like we came right on time in this city.”
Now the crowd was curios looking at both of them,
“You see, we are Spirit destroyers! And for itty bit of coin will do the work for you! Show them the resume.”
The other samurai give the elder a paper and after confirming the authenticity accepted.
The woman who witnessed told everything she saw.
“Miss so it escaped down the river too?”
“Yes, yes! I have seen them going down it after running away! Please go avenge our relic!”
The two masked figures looked at each other,
“So what do you think Mog? Is it in our alley?”
A grunt of approval came out,
“Then it is done! We will find and burn it to the ground! Word of Bane!”
Sword in their belts they start their search.