Dojakai

Cordell Charles

Description

Ever since I could remember, it’s been me and my dad, and up until a couple months ago, you can say we’ve been . . . hiding out, far off, away from the rest of the world, living in secret. This life is the only life I know, and so, I live it to the fullest! Look, I know there’s more to life than what I get to see but what am I supposed to do? This is the life my dad created for us, the life I was born into, ya know. I’m not complaining, it’s just, I’m fourteen years old, I have no friends, and I have absolutely no idea why we’ve been living this way. All I know is that my dad is crazy! Wait, don’t get me wrong he’s a pretty cool dad and all, I mean, he really tries to understand. It’s just, he’s been ‘training’ me every day of my life, like, ever since the day I could walk. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he coached me into walking earlier than I would have, given the chance at a normal childhood Lol. Yet the weird part is, if you asked me though, I have no regrets. I just couldn’t tell you what I was training for. Dad just says it’s important that I know this kind of stuff . . . Oh! And yeah, in case you were wondering, the idiot jumping through the window without any idea of how it he’s going to land . . , is me. You’re probably just as lost as I am right now. So let me save everyone a lot of confusion, and start from the beginning . . . well, sort of, well hm, let’s start at the acts leading up to my fourteenth birthday. Trust me, you didn’t miss much before then. Aight so boom, here we go. My name is Auraluke Rust, and this . . . this is the BrixCity Sagas.”

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Volume I (Fabrizio De André)
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 12 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669879497
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Copyright © 2023 by Cordell ‘The Aoi-Boy’ Charles. 842318

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023910303

Rev. date: 07/10/2023

Dedication:
This book is dedicated to Fay. Thank you for putting the sketchbook and pencil in my hand that changed my life. Thank you for always putting me first. And so my first creation is for you. In my mother’s honor, Dojakai.

Table of Contents
Dedication:
The Hystalorian: AWON
Ready up
Pressure!
Nothing Over Family
Raised Ruff
Homeschooled?
Ignorance Is Bliss
Diss is Bliss
Good Morning!
I’m proud of you
Auraluke
Dojakai Vocabulary:
Special thanks:
Dojakai 2
About the Author:

The Hystalorian: AWON
Burthing Territory, Septum — 22 years ago,
S eptum’s Plunge, …a huge waterfall that would eventually go on to become known to all as “The Great Plunge.” This was before the creation of the coveted cups and the revival of our monarchy. So, soon was the day that the myths of lore came for us. Their arrival would cause unimaginable events, leading us into a time of era that would reshape the very fabrics of our known world. It was here, on The Great Plunge, that sparked the beginning of the end and ‘A World Of New’ for mankind . . . in historic fashion.
Everyone in the known world knew they were coming, but what they didn’t know was the level of chaos and destruction that they would be bringing with them. An irrefutable clash of wills, one that would completely change our society as we knew it. A mythical war, slowly made its way to the shores of Penyow, and with it ‘Dojakai’.
According to the Father of Dojakai, who honors us with echoes from his accounts of the Mythocolypes. . .

“It was complete madness up there I’ll tell you that. There was so much chaos, so much destruction. The Dojakai weren’t only attacking us, they were attacking each other as well. Some were . . . There seemed to have been factions of sorts, yeah. This was an old war, their war. We people had just gotten caught up in the middle of it. Before ‘The Infamous AD Venture’, no one even knew of the existence of Dojakai. And yet, had the Amazin’ Eights as a whole not been there, in the trenches of this great Dojakai war, surely we-all would not be here to talk about this today. As you know, we lost one of our best on the plunge that day. The Amazin Howla, it or not he was the real hero . . . never to be forgotten . . . It was said that we should welcome Dojakai as a sign from the stars now more than ever. I know, I was the last man standing, but it was the will of Howla that saved the day, not mine. In the end, regardless of your belief in Dojakai. Be them our annihilators or our saviors, one fact now remains, whether you like them or not, the truth is we are no longer alone in this world. Dojakai are here to stay, overcoming your bias will help you all accept that the world simply will not and can not ever be the same as we once knew it. And I for one am okay with that, and anyone whose anyone should respect that. That’s all I have for now, with great honor of my own, Long Live Amazin Eights, Cheers.” IV Cool is quoted saying.
Welcome to the world of DojaKai . . .

“I don’t even know when it happens sometimes, I can’t like, make it happen, d’you know what I mean,” Luka narrates. “All I know is that when it does happen, I feel . . . kinda invincible. Like, I don’t feel bad here. I don’t feel fear here or any other emotions that makes me feel less than myself. The only thing I can feel is this adoring rush. The slight sensation of what feels like a spark of electricity radiating through my bones or this feeling of invisible flames crashing over my skin like waves, only it’s in the form of a cool breeze. Everything is heightened. I am as tough as steel. I am faster than sound. I can feel the pressure of my blood pushing through my body, it’s warm but somehow it’s as cold as ice and yet still my muscles are on fire, as hot as the soaring sun. There’s this explosion of energy that starts in the pit of my stomach, traveling throughout every corner of my body. My eyes are open, but I am in complete darkness, yet somehow I can see everything so much clearer. I know it sounds like nonsense and yeah, yeah, it’s all in my head, but it can feel more real than reality sometimes. No one who’s seen me like this knows what to make of it. “Daydreams,” Dad calls it, and today was no different. It was just your average and calm peaceful day—the perfect day to lock in and focus on my warm-ups actually—but that’s usually when it always happens, when I lose myself. First starts the faint cheers from a restless crowd, which eventually turns into soft rumbles and then it begins to build little by little until finally a roaring chant becomes clear to the ear, as clear as the deep pounding of oxygen pumping blood into in my chest,” Luka narrates as we take in the beautiful scene.
“Luka! Luka! Luka! Luka! Luka!” A crowd suddenly explodes.
“I understand my assignment..” Luka narrates. “Beat my opponent into blissful unconsciousness. Something I’ve yet to actually accomplish outside of my head, if I’m being technical. But here in my domain, the place where I am king, here in my temples, I have beaten many, some even twice my size. It’s dark here, but I can see everything that’s happening as clear as this day. My actual vision becomes like windows to reality, like an illustrious interactive backdrop that I could careless about, which somehow can still be seen from inside the safety of my temples. I can see movements in my real-time backdrop but sometimes I ignore things the more drunk I become from the roaring excitement of the crowd in my head. After a while nothing else matters to me, but the glory of the win I am sure to receive once the clashing begins. I think I scared dad when I told him it’s like being in two realities at the same time. It’s shocking to most how vividly I can dream, but I don’t know, I find it high-key interesting,” Luka narrates.
…In actual reality, Andrew steps off of the front porch and into the yard, holding not far from Luka. He looks down, picking from a small pile of marbled stones by his feet. Luka is just standing there with a blank expression, completely ignorant to his father’s presence. That, is because in his head, the fight has already popped off.
Ready up: Scene
…Inside Luka’s imagination,
“Oh!! He cracked him! He cracked him! That’s it! That punch laid him out! I don’t believe it! That guy is blissfully unconscious! And once again the crowd favorite Luka! Has indeed actually done it! That was one for the Hystalorian people,” explains the speculator.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Your esteemed winner and new! Monarch is—” An announcer calls in his firmest voice.
A shadowed figure jumps out of the crowd, pauses for a bit then begins running at Luka.
“Ayo, wait, hold on. Who’s this now? Is this a new challenger? Why didn’t I know about this? Where did he even come from?” The spectator says while looking through pages in front of him. “Two years in the making, and this is the outcome. Aw Myths help us.” The speculator says off-air of the microphone. “Hey, somebody, stop him, Stop that guy!”
The mysterious man incased in shadows is running right at Luka. His face isn’t yet visible in the shadow but he is wearing a red metal belt sash, red leather gloves and a skintight bodysuit made of an indescribable material. In that instant, Andrew can be seen preparing himself on the big screen above from a projector within Luka’s imagination. Luka is too distracted by the mysterious man to notice what’s happening in reality as projected on the Jumbotron. Andrew tosses the stone up and catches it a few times sizing it’s weight and feel in his hands before heaving it at Luka’s head. On the Jumbotron it