Vocab story

The forest was dead silent, all save the few birds that sang every now and again in the amber twilight sky. Kage scratched his white hair and mumbled while he slept on the outstretched limb of a live oak tree. His Japanese katana (sword) hung off of a smaller branch above him from a gold braided string hanging off the handle that boasted a silver dragon emblem circling up it. The blade was covered with a leather casing tied with a strap for carrying it over ones shoulder. The boy mumbled once more before opening his eyes while rolling over. His eyes snapped all the way open while he plunged to the ground twenty or so feet below. He cursed under his breath and sat up slowly glancing up at his sword that he had left in the tree while he had clumsily fallen from his slumber to the ground with a sort of perturbation that he shook off instantly. He was charged with emotional memories that he had with the sword and he figured he should get it now before anything happened to it. He jumped onto the limb of the tree he had used to climb it the first time and scaled it again till he reached his sword. He just about had it until a bolt of concentrated lighting hit him in the side. He screamed and fell from the tree back onto the ground. The blast left him mortified and pain wracked his body. He moved his head around slowly seeing the tree ablaze with yellow flames from the strike he had just taken. The wood was creaking and beginning to give in. He let out a groan and slowly lifted his body the smallest bit to move as far as he could away. But before he was rid of it's path, the tree's timber gave into the licking flames and it collapsed onto his left arm which a few seconds earlier was his entire body. His scream was so distempered that it echoed through the entire forest. He heard the bone shatter before he heard his scream fill his ears and the tears roll from his eyes. He tried as he might but he could not free himself from the burning oak that was crumbling fast over him that would bury him soon for sure. The only other thing he though of other than the horrible pain was the fire that if left as is would raze the forest to the ground along with any hope of finding help. He yelled many times for help but it seemed as though no one was around. But surely enough after about twenty minutes a little boy and his father ran out of the brush looking at the flames in awe and fear. The father saw the sixteen year old with his arm caught under the burning tree. Kage saw the man tell his son to go back to somewhere and the boy obeyed running back into the bushes. The man hurriedly walked over to the stuck sixteen year old who was still in immense pain. At this point Kage was too pain to speak so he just laid his he down and waited for the worst, still feeling the sting from the lightning strike pulse through him. The man tried to lift the tree but to no avail. The man knelt down next to him and spoke in a hurried voice that was somber as a grave.
“Choose, your arm or your life.”
The boy stared at the mans face for what seemed like forever, his mind raced from back to when he was only five and his father would lift him up and they would both laugh. He shook himself out of his petrified gaze and nodded so the man might do what he may to free him. The man nodded back drawing a machete from his backpack.
“Hold completely still so I don't miss.” The man said firmly. Kage blinked his eyes a few times quickly as if he was taken aback by the mans words but none the less he nodded as a reply. He laid his head down again closing his eyes bracing himself as much as he could. When the man brought it down on the part of his arm that was visible from under the tree Kage screamed again with more anguish then the last. The man quickly lifted him to a sitting up position tearing open his backpack again withdrawing a spare shirt he had tying it as tightly as he could around the boys bloody stub of an arm.
“We have to get you back to town there is a hospital there where they can treat you correctly.” The man lifted the boy up over his shoulder and quickly made his way toward his home village. Kage limply hung in the strangers arms images flashing in front of him cast out in his mind due to the unrelenting pain. He could not feel his left side he dared not move whatever was left of his arm. The man talked to him after about fifteen long minutes.
“How you doing kid?”
Kage did not reply for a moment or two.
“Fine...” He spoke in soft quick gasps.
“What's your gentry kid?” The man asked curiously trying to keep Kages mind off of the pain.
“Nothing...Not now...How far is it to your village?...” Kage asked pleadingly his hope to reach the hospital growing enormously.
“Not too much farther, don't worry you will make it.” The man laughed assuringly. “You know my father lost his arm much the same way. He could still do many of the same things he could do with one. Haha, he still had the other one after all!”
Kage remain silent the mans words ringing in his ears.
“After all, no one is pristine right?” The man hoped Kage would speak.
After a while Kage spoke as if to himself. “...My dad's gonna kill me...”
“Huh? What do you mean boy?” The man inquired.
Kage though back to a time where he had sprained his ankle and could not practice his sword training with his father so he was upbraided for his injury. “Nothing...” Kage kept to himself still.
“Haha, well you can tell me the whole story when we reach the hospital.” The man chuckled.
After this Kage passed out slowly into a state of quiet unconsciousness, where he could no longer hear the frogs croak or see the birds skirr across the red sky...