SkieS TurN TO IcE [ PRIVATE ]
Oct 12, 2007 18:16:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 18:16:05 GMT -5
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Cling...
Cling...
Cling...
The noises of a battle worn sword echoed through the emptiness of the war torn battleground as it dragged across the floor
. A lone swordsman clinged for his life as he stood atop of a bloody hill. The torn threads of his clothed armor barely keeping ahold of one another as he tried to keep his stature upstraight. Every attempt to stand up failed miserable. Eventually using his own broken down sword as a walking stick of sorts. He stood up. Looking upon the land now filled with the musty smell of the dead and the colours of crimson liquid, the cried out in pain.
Of course...This is not today's story.
Calmly closing the book entitled "A Prince's Pride", the snow haired male known to very little people as Nariko sighed. 'Why must these stories always conclude in almost indentically the same way?' He groaned mentally. 'This book is ridiculous. A prince does not fight his wars. He gets his own lackeys to fight them for him and claims all there glory.' He concluded before tossing the book to one side.
Looking at his surrondings, Nariko found himself out in the beauty of nature once more. Under a tree, in a middle of a snow desert. He considered this more homely then any other place. Tempratures below zero yet he felt warm and comfortable. The best days of his life were spent in the middle of no where. Yet it seemed he had managed to find alot of time to sit back and relax recently. Which was quite strange indeed...
"Calm before the storm..." He muttered to himself. The guardian placed his face within the palm of his hand. "So annoying." He continued to mutter, shaking his head.