On the first page of this story, the future seemed so bright. Then it really turned out to be so evil, he doesn't even know why he's still surprised. Everyone has their wicked schemes and some take those to new extremes. Now there's gravel in his voice, the world crumbled down from his fight. In this lopsided tug of war, they'll always win, even if he's right. Since he's been fed fables from their head with violent words and empty lies. It's sick that it's these type of battles that keep him satisfied. In everyone's eyes he will always be their hero, even if he's lost his mind...
He was going to follow this through, even though he was crying. He'd even go through a world of darkness, even if there was no one to light his way. He would go past the future, there is nothing in this world that can bring his spirits down, no matter how agonizing the pain might be. Even if it'd seemed like everyone vanished into nothingness, he still could see the beauty of a fleeting dream. No one could share in his pain because they were scared. No one could do anything help him out at all. No one could run so hard and know their heart was breaking. He wanted to live innocently and never look back. Everyone just when their way and just left him on this lonely trail. At least he could imagine beautiful dreams and chase after them... only for his lonely heart. He was prepared for a bleak future, he had to become strong and perhaps the pain, the strings of destiny and the despair would all become intertwined.
God bless him. Please. Don't let him become a monster. Not now. He was like a rose thrown into a violent breeze, his petals were scattered through to the wind. He had stumbled and fallen into darkness. His dreams and hopes were buried under his doubts and fears. He had to change and pull the strings of destiny, it was his wish after all. But then again, only God knows everything. So maybe he's a masochist, he tries to run but he doesn't want to ever leave. All of them can just watch him break down, it doesn't matter him, he can't feel anymore pain. He'll keep fighting until the walls go up in flames, smoke with all his memories....
Karashima City - City Borders
Kiku Kunazumi
Early Night
"So this is the city full of wraiths? Huh, seems like it." His voice came out as a quiet and raspy whisper. The young man sat on top of a sky high building with a pale moon behind him. The place was a wreck, cracked glass on the floor, broken down doors, wooden panels covering broken windows, smoke was all over the sky. The roads were pretty much abandoned, the trees were basically shriveled up little branches. It was like a zombie apocalypse had it twice and came back to deal the finishing blow. The wind blew between his hair, the brown locks being pushed forward by the invisible force as they floated in the air. He let his legs dangle down the building, with the soul gem in his hand. What would happen if he dropped from here? Would he really die? Huh, that would be a funny thought. As he watched his accessory glow in a light teal, feeling the energy emitting from the gem, he wondered would there be anymore Magical Fighters coming along to this city? He can't waste anymore time then, he jumped down into the fray below. Landing gracefully, like a servant bowing down to his master, he glowed teal colour as his casual clothes changed to his battle uniform.
"Hmph, this will be easy." The teenager muttered out, glancing around, there was body next to him, fresh and cracked piece of jewellery lied by it's hand. Headless it was, a white gun laid by it. Poor sucker, their poor rookie ass was put out of commission... permanently. The wraith was around then. As he stood on the rugged road, he closed his eyes and inhaled the cursed magic around him. The moon shone brighter, the stars hidden by the dark clouds starting to form. He could smell a storm coming along, a common occurence for a city with such a high level of despair. Looks like he had some cleaning up to do. "Haha, this is going to be so much fun." With that, his covered himself with his cape and disappeared into the darkness.
He was going to follow this through, even though he was crying. He'd even go through a world of darkness, even if there was no one to light his way. He would go past the future, there is nothing in this world that can bring his spirits down, no matter how agonizing the pain might be. Even if it'd seemed like everyone vanished into nothingness, he still could see the beauty of a fleeting dream. No one could share in his pain because they were scared. No one could do anything help him out at all. No one could run so hard and know their heart was breaking. He wanted to live innocently and never look back. Everyone just when their way and just left him on this lonely trail. At least he could imagine beautiful dreams and chase after them... only for his lonely heart. He was prepared for a bleak future, he had to become strong and perhaps the pain, the strings of destiny and the despair would all become intertwined.
God bless him. Please. Don't let him become a monster. Not now. He was like a rose thrown into a violent breeze, his petals were scattered through to the wind. He had stumbled and fallen into darkness. His dreams and hopes were buried under his doubts and fears. He had to change and pull the strings of destiny, it was his wish after all. But then again, only God knows everything. So maybe he's a masochist, he tries to run but he doesn't want to ever leave. All of them can just watch him break down, it doesn't matter him, he can't feel anymore pain. He'll keep fighting until the walls go up in flames, smoke with all his memories....
Kiku Kunazumi
Early Night
"So this is the city full of wraiths? Huh, seems like it." His voice came out as a quiet and raspy whisper. The young man sat on top of a sky high building with a pale moon behind him. The place was a wreck, cracked glass on the floor, broken down doors, wooden panels covering broken windows, smoke was all over the sky. The roads were pretty much abandoned, the trees were basically shriveled up little branches. It was like a zombie apocalypse had it twice and came back to deal the finishing blow. The wind blew between his hair, the brown locks being pushed forward by the invisible force as they floated in the air. He let his legs dangle down the building, with the soul gem in his hand. What would happen if he dropped from here? Would he really die? Huh, that would be a funny thought. As he watched his accessory glow in a light teal, feeling the energy emitting from the gem, he wondered would there be anymore Magical Fighters coming along to this city? He can't waste anymore time then, he jumped down into the fray below. Landing gracefully, like a servant bowing down to his master, he glowed teal colour as his casual clothes changed to his battle uniform.
"Hmph, this will be easy." The teenager muttered out, glancing around, there was body next to him, fresh and cracked piece of jewellery lied by it's hand. Headless it was, a white gun laid by it. Poor sucker, their poor rookie ass was put out of commission... permanently. The wraith was around then. As he stood on the rugged road, he closed his eyes and inhaled the cursed magic around him. The moon shone brighter, the stars hidden by the dark clouds starting to form. He could smell a storm coming along, a common occurence for a city with such a high level of despair. Looks like he had some cleaning up to do. "Haha, this is going to be so much fun." With that, his covered himself with his cape and disappeared into the darkness.