Sorry, I forgot about posting the story yesterday. o_o Here it is.
First, some background information. I don't want to say too much since this is part of Book Two, but these are the characters:
Jaguar - a very powerful ninja master
Storm - Jaguar's younger sister. Ronin and Storm are the only teenagers among the main characters - everyone else is an adult. Except Nova.
Ronin - a masterless samurai and Storm's friend
Silver - doesn't get along with Storm. At all. I can't say why because spoilers. But she's friends with Loki and Arrow.
Loki - Storm's friend, as well as a shapeshifter
Thorn - Jaguar and Storm's father; he adopted them. He's a witchdoctor and a samurai.
Arrow - a kitsune whose magic was stolen
Nova - referred to as Jaguar's daughter, but she's not his kid biologically; Jaguar rescued her from one of the enemies' strongholds (there's more than one enemy since there are four sides in the war) and Nova immediately became emotionally superglued to him. So to keep things simple, they just call her his daughter.
And there's another character too but I can't say too much about him because, again, spoilers.
I don't know if this will be an actual chapter or not, but I like writing stuff like this sometimes. No fighting, just hanging out. This leads to the beach scene, which is more of them messing with each other but then leads to something important. No spoilers, though, so I can't say what. o_o
Anyway, here we go.
© 2018 Samurai
"Sure is a nice day," Arrow said, her eyes glued to the waves. "The water looks pretty."
Thorn grunted in reply and continued to pretend to read, seated on one of the only chairs in the villa with his bare feet on the windowsill. Like any given day, he wore loose-fitting white pants and lots of jewelry made from animal teeth and claws. The necklace he was never seen without consisted of many polished crocodile teeth, loosely surrounding his neck like a . . . he didn't feel like bothering with similes at the moment. A man with a very strong build, he was adorned with tattoos of shadows and flames, as well as several ear piercings. That being said, he was quite intimidating in appearance, as he'd learned with small child Jaguar, small child Storm, and Nova; however, according to a sleep-deprived Storm, he had a "majestical smile that wasn't the least bit terrifying, like shiny carrots". How that made any sense, he had no idea, but a compliment was a compliment, no matter how shiny carrot-like your majestical smile was.
His companion sword at his hip and his cup of tea sitting on the table next to the chair - his chair - he was ready to sit around and do absolutely nothing for one glorious day. He closed the book and his eyes, listening to Arrow talk about how beautiful the sand was, and the palm trees, and how nice it would be if Thorn went to the beach with her. Listening? No, he was actually half-listening; attempting to daydream amidst the stress and turmoil of war was more important.
He heard Nova helping Jaguar make breakfast (read: making an absolute mess of the kitchen while Jaguar did pretty much the exact same thing) and realized his hair wasn't tied back, which was dangerous should Nova come by with peanut butter. Opening his eyes again, he prayed to the Light that Jaguar wouldn't arm her with such a thing.
Please. Whatever he makes for her breakfast . . . nothing with peanut butter.
I can't have peanut butter in my hair again.
Don't let this happen, Light. I beg you. Stop my son from-
"Nova!" came a dismayed Jaguar's voice, and Thorn, already knowing what had happened, couldn't help but smirk. "That doesn't go in my hair! You're supposed to eat it! Eat the toast, sweetheart, that peanut butter is for the toast not- DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT HER?!"
Thorn took a sip of tea, and Arrow said, "I would try and convince you to come to the beach with me, but it sounds like Jaguar needs help."
Another sip of tea. "Leave him. She's his kid. His problem."
"Oh, that's right," Arrow said, leaping down from the window ledge to land beside Thorn's chair. "That makes her your granddaughter, then, and therefore . . . also your problem."
"Nova has spilled so many things on me and gotten so much peanut butter and frosting and ice cream in my hair that at this point . . ." Thorn sighed. "No. Not helping. Besides, dealing with her builds character. It'll be good for him."
"I LOVE YOU BUT WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THE PEANUT BUTTER?!"
Nova was laughing, and Thorn loved hearing her laugh. The more she laughed, the less the war weighed down on him. In fact . . .
"Maybe we should help him after all," he said with a rather Loki-ish grin, and he remembered exactly where the rice was.