Wolf Curse: First Chapter

This one of my first completed books. This is the first chapter to the book. I don't plan on posting the rest because I plan on publishing it. Tell what you think or could be change. Does it grab you as a reader?



Episode One
Hai, Lord Akira

Demon-eye samurai warriors stared at their wolf-like master on top of the wooden veranda of the Itô estate. They sat in front of the Itô family mansion’s front yard dressed not in armor but Kamishimo, the traditional samurai dress outside of armor in the dead of night, facing the lord of the house. In the four corners of the front yard realm were pits fire that lighted up the area as the moon and stars revealed the shadows of every man there. This was the first time in two years that all the samurai of the Itô clan had been summoned. The area was hush with the only noise, coming from the cracks of the fire.
“But, Lord Akira, we can help you,” a samurai yelled as he rose.
Lord Akira stood up, staring at all of his men who served him. The lord had two female servants, sitting next to him.
The flame’s light only revealed half of the young lord’s face. The lord was no older than sixteen. The front of his mane was spiky and unkempt, being the color the sparkling ocean, while his eyes resembled blood spilled on a battlefield. He was an attractive young man by the means of his face and body, the body was lean and muscular along with him wearing a white headband. He had on a black kimono with a cape that bared the Itô clan’s crest, the upside down crescent moon that had a circle at the top. The only thing that stuck out about him was the strange blue scar that was on his right cheek.
“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once, I won’t allow you to die for my personal fight,” the young lord spoke in such strength that any normal man would be frighten to tears.
Without hesitation all the samurai shouted, “Hai, Lord Akira.”
Akira lowered his gaze to the floor for only a moment then looked back up at his great warriors. He replied, “Then you’re all dismissed, until further notice. Remember all your strength and courage must be use to protect this land of ours.” The rest of the samurai once again yelled the same phrase as before.
“Botan, Haru, come with me,” Akira demanded. The two servants beside him turned around, sliding opened the shoji doors, screen doors. Akira entered the house consumed by the shadows within. Haru and his son Botan got up from the crowd of samurai, following Lord Akira into his dwelling.
Botan and Haru closely followed Akira down the hall. A servant, holding a candle lamp walked in front of Akira, guiding his way. Akira was heading to his room, banging his feet against the wooden floor. The hall had no other light and when the light from the lamp touched part of the hall with its glow, it captured the amazing beauty of the shoji doors or the well polish wooden floors and walls.
Haru was in his thirties with his black hair tied back in the traditional samurai knot, eyes that were gray that looked like those of a bitter warrior, and his face was rough in addition to a scar from a sword under his chin. His son Botan had brown hair that looked liked it hadn’t seen a comb in years, being spread out in every direction, his eyes were jet black like that of a raven, and his appearance was young, being only three years older than his Lord.
“Lord Akira, what is it that you need from us?” asked the son.
Akira stopped in the middle of the hallway. Immediately after him Botan and Haru came to a standstill, worried flashed across their faces. They dove to their knees, bowing and apologizing for what Botan said. Akira glared back at them with killer eyes, saying, “I need you both for a special mission.”

Poem

Silk Robe
A robe of a goddess
Fell down from heaven
The touch itself made me love
This silk robe glowed like a gem
Giving me the idea to end my sadness
Like a bird in its egg
I traveled through the deadly forest
And down the road of kings
Marching through the greatest town
Where the princess sleeps
If I give her this gift
I knew she would notice me
On my way I fell
Meeting three knights of the same accord
They went and stole the robe from me
Passing on to the princess as their own
Once she went and put it on
She knew they were all just thieves
She threw them away and came to me
Kissing me once-so warm
Thanking me for the robe

Lydia & Jacob

This is a short story I wrote a while back. Please let me know if want to see more of this story or see something else. Please give feed back.
Jacob & Lydia: Food Court

“Lydia!” a voice called. The world was covered in darkness. “Lydia!” the voice became louder, howling in a panic. She opened her eyes, letting the light cast out the darkness. Lydia saw her good friend, Jacob Scott, sitting across from her.
Lydia Pink was a fifth teen-year-old girl. Lydia was a pretty girl having light chocolate brown hair that went down over her shoulders, sprinkling blue eyes that had an ocean of sapphires beat, and fair skin, except the awkward bump in the middle of her forehead. She wore a dove color T-shirt with jeans.
Lydia and Jacob were having lunch at the plaza, taking a must needed break from shopping. Lydia had a row of small shopping bags under her feet. She had dazed out, having another one of her daydreams. As always Jacob was worried whenever she got into that zone. One time she was out for a whole day, dreaming of something she refuse to tell anyone.
Jacob was a year older than Lydia, but had been her friend for the last six years since they met that day in the park. They were around each other so much their friends actually nicknamed them Lydob. Jacob was a good-looking guy that all the girls wanted to date. He had a tone lean body, natural midnight black hair that spiked, and a bit of a tan, but not enough to really notice, and dark brown eyes that girl’s got lost in. He had on a similar outfit to Lydia’s, except he had on an oil black shirt.
“Are you ok?” Jacob asked. Jacob was holding a hamburger in between his two massive hands. He leaned over the round stone table a little to get a better look into her eyes. His eyes narrowed as he focused on them.
Lydia had a soda in her right hand and pushed him back with her left. “Would you stop it,” she said as if it were a joke. “I’m fine. It’s just the muse of an angel coming over me.”
Jacob bit into his hamburger like a dog. He swallowed, keeping a hard glare on his friend. “You call it a muse. I call it creepy.” Lydia was a brilliant painter whenever she went into one of her daydreams it inspired her to paint stunning works that people would buy in little less than a week. She even painted a picture of Jacob being buff that inspired him to start picking up weights in the first place.
“Come on, I wasn’t out for that long,” Lydia stated. She took a sip from her drink, letting her eyes wonder. She took her lips off the straw. “Was I?”
“Just for a couple of minutes,” Jacob assured her. He flashed her snow white smile with little meat chunks in between his teeth. “So what did the angels send you this time? Maybe the girl I’ll go with to the homecoming dance.” He laughed at his own joke.
Lydia smiled. “Get real. No, I saw a yellow background with a white hole in the middle. Red and green balloons were flying up into the heavens.”
“Balloons?” Jacob questioned. She had never pictured anything without a living thing before.
“Yeah, in my head it symbolized a powerful statement of being free,” she went on. She lowered her gaze. “At least that’s what I got from it.” She put her mouth around the straw, drinking more of the cold liquid.
Jacob tilted his head, examining her. “You’re lying.”
Lydia laughed. She grabbed her bags from under the table, leaving the cup on top. “I need to go home.” She scooted out of her chair and stood up. Jacob stood up about to stop her. “I need to sketch this so you know what I mean. Anyway you’ll be late meeting the guys.” She quickly left the table, thinking to herself what she couldn’t tell Jacob. That she saw him and her under the balloons, holding one another so close it was impossible to deny what they were doing.