PROLOGUE:
I'd like to explain that I got the idea for this story from the name I have created. The name Reda is mine and I use it for many things. When I was younger I created several characters, but Reda was always my favorite and she's the only one that lasted this long. This is her story, which I have taken the time to write down in words instead of just tell with images like I have done several times before. This is just the prologue and I have put feelings and emotions in here that I don't believe have entered into my other stories yet. So please, read, review, and enjoy the story of Reda Suki in a human world as a sword-fighter in another dimension parallel to our own.
Dimension X
By: Reda Suki
Table of Contents
1: It starts.
2: Training Complete
3: Homeward Bound
4: The Special Tree
5: We Begin
6: Town Folk
7: A Family Friend
8: A Clue
9: One In Shadow
10: The Tri-vol Blade
11: Trio Travelers
12: Another Clue
13: Ransom
14: Quartet
15: Try Again
16: Help?
17: Traps
18: Space
19: Dheru
20: D-K21
21: Last Deal
22: T-Time
23: Landing
24: Clean Up Duty
25: Forward March!
26: Power of Tri-vol
27: Rescue
28: True Tri-vol
29: Out From the Rubble
30: It?s Over
Prologue:
��� A child laughed as she ran from her father in a game of chase. The meadow grass waved in the breeze, which also rustled the leaves of a tree the mother sat under, watching the scene. The older brother of the child sat in the branches of the lone tree, gripping his sword hilt tightly as if preparing for battle, but on his face was a smile.
��� "Reda, keep it up! Dad's looking tired!" He called with a laugh.
���� The child looked back at him, blue eyes as bright as his. She saw his smiling face through the tree branches (only because she knew where to look), and she tossed a smile back to him. Then she turned her head back to look forward, her long brown hair moving in waves with the breeze.
���� Reda continued to run around in the cool wet grass of the beautiful meadow, and her father continued the chase, his sword strapped on his back and out of the way. Trev Suki shook his head at his son's words, but smiled at the pleasure his little girl had in playing this game of chase. His short black hair, recently given a buzz-cut at the suggestion of his wife, resembled his son's save for the difference in color.
���� His 16-year-old son seemed to be following in his footsteps, following the family tradition of being masters of the sword, but Trev knew there was something else different and it could become dangerous. Dain enjoyed sword fighting, and that was good because it was a tradition, but he was striving too hard to be the best. Trev slowed and stopped the chase, remembering last night, standing in the rain, battling against his very own son in the moonlight, their swords flashing against each other, all because of Dain's challenge, a warrior challenge that Trev could not ignore without putting his honor aside.
���� He looked toward his son, who was now laughing his head off in that tree, the tree that he had planted on the day he married Becka, his wife. Under that same tree was where Dain had been born, and also where Reda came into the world, four years ago. Dain always sat in those tree branches. It was like his special place. Trev frowned. And Dain always gripped the hilt of his sword, expecting danger to jump out of every corner, even if reaching for it connected to his belt like that made it seem awkward in that tree.
���� "What's wrong, Papa? Are you really tired?" Reda asked curiously, her bright blue eyes looking up at him with a gleam of wonder hidden behind the sparkles of curiosity.
���� Trev turned away from Dain with a soft sigh, and his bluish-green eyes looked at his daughter with a smiled. "I'm not tired," he said, an idea forming in his head. She'll love this. "I'm just...waiting for you!"
���� With that, Trev quickly lowered himself to reach out for his girl and softly tackled her with tickles. They rolled around in the grass, getting wet with dew and laughing up a storm. Reda giggled from the surprise tickle attack from her father and Trev laughed because it felt fun to act like a kid again.
���� Dain watched, one hand still gripping the hilt of his sword. His blond hair spiked up in the buzz-cut he had adopted from his father, and his bright blue eyes gleamed at the sight of his father and sister.
���� Becka also watched, her back against the tree. Her beautiful hoop-dress flared around her, giving her more things to wash, but she didn't care. Her brown hair waved about her and her blue yes were just a tad darker than the eyes of her two children.
���� Trev and Reda stopped rolling around on the grass and Trev sat up finished tickling his daughter. Reda climbed into his lap, locked eyes with him, and then jumped to put her arms around his neck. He understood the gesture and used his arms to pick her up as he stood up off the ground.
���� Trev noticed Reda run her fingers across the sword and sheath. He smiled, "One day that could be yours, Reda."
���� "Really? Can girls be sword fighters too?" She asked, dropping her fingers from the sword and swinging back to lock her excited eyes with his.
���� Trev simply smiled and nodded, "You'd be the first one to..."
���� "Oh no you don't, Trev!" Becka's voice almost deafened them both as she came stamping up to yell at her husband.
���� Trev put Reda down quickly so that she wouldn't get involved in this, and stood back up to defend his position. "But Becka..."
���� "No! Look at what happened to Dain; he challenged you to a fight, putting both of your honors at risk! I don't want the same to happen to Reda, and besides she's a girl!" Becka argued, trying not to melt into tears.
���� "I know...I know..." Trev smiled a little stunned at the knowledge that his wife had been watching that fight.
���� Reda grinned. He probably doesn?t think I saw it either. After all, I'm just a little girl. What hope do I have of becoming a sword fighter?
���� "Hey...Reda..." She spun around at Dain's voice. He grinned at her. "Don't listen to them now. Come here; want to practice early?" Reda's face beamed up and she ran toward the tree to meet her brother. He actually let go of his sword and tossed it down to her. "Try this on for size."
���� The young girl eagerly obeyed, and before one could blink twice, Reda was swinging the heavy blade through the air. It wasn't very graceful and it especially wasn't something to gawk at under normal conditions, but this wasn't very normal. Dain stared wide-eyed; surprised his younger sister could swing the blade of an expert without training. Oh man! Not even I could lift an Expert Blade that early; shoot! I only just got used to the feel of it last week!
���� Trev and Becka both noticed the sight and they both stared in shock, eyes as wide as their open mouths. Then suddenly, Trev smiled. "See, I told you she can become a sword fighter."
���� "But, Trev, there's never been a girl with a blade," Becka protested.
���� "I know, but just look at her. Sure, we'd have to work on her swings and her pose, but being able to swing Dain's Expert Blade when she's not even a beginner! I think we've got a very special daughter."
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���� Sadly, all the plans Trev had for Reda were dramatically put to an end. That day, Planet Jerchu (a planet in dimension X very similar to Earth) was invaded by a mysterious mass of several different aliens. Zoranians from the Planet Zoran, long time archenemy of Jerchu, were at the lead of the pack. Reda?s family was one of the many separated because of the invasion and because of her father and brother's mastery and expertise in sword fighting.
���� Becka was lost in the flow of invading aliens, Trev pushed Reda in the small underground bomb-shelter underneath the tree, and Dain plowed through the aliens like mad, his blade whizzing and slicing so fast he lost contact with his father, mother, and sister easily.
���� Trev stayed close to the tree and protected it with all his heart and power, but even a master can be beaten. After the first wave of massing aliens (none of which were the almost-humanoid Zoranians), which was used as a plow to injure or kill many of the humans on the planet, Trev, injured badly, crawled over to the hidden hole in the tree and dropped his sword down to Reda with this message:
���� Reda, you won't be the only one to survive this, I promise. There is still my old master, Master Xenoch. When this is over, travel to the Mountains of Hidden Shadow and find Master Xenoch. He will...teach you...how to wield the blade I give to you now. Please, Reda. You are...our last hope.
���� And with new determination marked in her bright blue eyes, Reda accepted as she grasped her father's sword. And then she was sealed away in darkness for a whole week with only bottles of water and several cheeses to keep her company. When the young girl surfaced, her father was gone and the beautiful meadow had turned into a desolate wasteland. Only the tree remained standing.
���� She spent hours, holding the sword in tight fingers, searching for her family, but all she got was an echo. The town nearby had been destroyed and figures roamed the streets, but Reda would take no chances and so that first night and day she spent time underneath her tree (for she always called it hers) crying underneath the pale moon and dim stars. Her life had been dramatically changed completely against her will and nothing would ever bring it back to normal.
���� Finally, on the 2nd night, Reda set out, with the cold chilling her down to the bone and the pain of loss still deep in her heart, for the mountains in the distance; the Mountains of Hidden Shadow where no one, not even aliens, would ever go, except for Master Xenoch and a very determined Reda.
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