The day was beautiful and though the sun had already passed its peak there were still plenty of hours of day light left. Ryuku enjoyed the warmth of the sun’s rays, the near cloudless skies, and the peaceful nature of his surroundings. It hadn’t always been like this he knew, nearly fifteen years ago he had fled this place as bandits attacked, though now news had reached him of a newly constructed temple and Ryuku intended to pay his respects.
Idly his hand slipped to a small pouch on his side he patted it’s side and reassured himself that the contents inside were still there. It was. He would be happy to return the Idol back to the master of the temple, surely it would be safer behind the walls of the monastery with dozens of trained and disciplined monks guarding it.
As a man trained by monks Ryuku stayed true to his teachings and wore the orange robes the depicted him as a member of the order. Currently he was stripped to the waist, letting his long silver hair cascade down to his shoulders and tan under the suns touch. His emerald eyes looked ahead, his senses tuned to himself as well as his surroundings.
Ryuku came to the peak of a rolling hill, smiling from ear to ear, he knew that at the top of this hill he would be able to see over the peaks of the trees and make out the top of the monastery. Memories flooded forward, he remembered his first days there and the training that took place. It had been difficult, but rewarding and pleasant.
That smile faded as his keen eyes first caught sight of a trail of smoke drifting lazily into the air. Worry crossed those features as the wind shifted bringing to him the smell of something burning tinged with blood. Ryuku took off in a sprint, his powerful and well muscled legs shooting him across the ground with the speed and grace only one that had spent the entirety of their life training could hope to achieve.
Ryuku took shortcuts, cutting across a field and even scaling a small cliff that would bring him back up on the winding trail that would lead to the gates of what was once his home. He knew the truth of it the closer he got, the smell of death and fire became thicker and as Ryuku pulled himself over the final lip onto the trail his eyes locked onto the destroyed grounds of the temple. The gates had been blown upon, charred bodies laid every which way, carnage was everywhere. Ryuku pitched forward and almost vomited, dropping to a knee as he tried to calm himself.
‘Not again.’ He told himself, ‘Not again.’
Pain showed clearly in his emerald eyes as he realized that he wasn’t alone, he looked to a broken pillar where some sort of creature sat. Judging just by her appearance Ryuku knew instantly she was the cause of the destruction here, of the death that filled this place. Without pulling himself to his feet he let his eyes bore into the thing, pity and sadness filled them as he looked at her.
“Why?” It was the only thing he said as tears freely flowed down his dirt stained cheeks.