Post by Dakama on Sept 12, 2007 15:19:15 GMT -5
I had avoided the war for as long as possible. Tried to avert my eyes from the field of war. Was it fear? Of seeing a fallen brother? A father; lost in a futile brawl? I’m not entirely sure, I just saw, and I feared/ I had lost many close to me, and the thought of losing another was unbearable. I became far lonelier, each loss a shard of my heart, taken and pierced with anguish; pieces to pieces. If I had known what would come of this beast, I would never had allowed myself to be brought here. My child, unborn and still within my womb, it cries and mourns. I feel it shudder in tears, the kick of its anger, and yet, I feel no pain. I am forlorn; relaxed and contemplating. Like the ocean before a storm.
It has been only a week since I felt the pains. I remember every moment as if it were now. The pain, the joy, the fear. Was it a coincidence that what happened that night coincided with his birth? Or was it another? The war had ended that night, the moment the pain hit. He came without protest, silent as death. I knew immediately he carried that accursed bloodline. The reminder of his face still sears my memory as I look upon my son.
Ronin closed his mothers diary and sighed. He placed it back into his pocket and reclined, back supported by the tree trunk. His chocolate skin contrasted with his white outfit, but blended with the tree bark. He looked up as a young girl came into view. She looked confused and lost, and her blonde hair was tangled, russed by her continual fretting with it.He stood and took a step forward.” “’Ello, I a’ Roni’, ‘art of ‘eam ‘even. A’e you ‘erhaps I’n Yama’aka?
Ino looked confused, but nodded.”I’m Ino, yes.Are you on my team?”
“A’e you on ‘eam ‘even?”
“Erm yea, I’m on team seven…”
Ronin stuck out his hand in greeting, brimming with a smile.”We a’e ‘eammates!” he said happily. Ino frowned and Ronin could tell she was upset about something, so he returned to his spot and fell into silence, Ino watching him weasrily before she turned away.
It has been only a week since I felt the pains. I remember every moment as if it were now. The pain, the joy, the fear. Was it a coincidence that what happened that night coincided with his birth? Or was it another? The war had ended that night, the moment the pain hit. He came without protest, silent as death. I knew immediately he carried that accursed bloodline. The reminder of his face still sears my memory as I look upon my son.
Ronin closed his mothers diary and sighed. He placed it back into his pocket and reclined, back supported by the tree trunk. His chocolate skin contrasted with his white outfit, but blended with the tree bark. He looked up as a young girl came into view. She looked confused and lost, and her blonde hair was tangled, russed by her continual fretting with it.He stood and took a step forward.” “’Ello, I a’ Roni’, ‘art of ‘eam ‘even. A’e you ‘erhaps I’n Yama’aka?
Ino looked confused, but nodded.”I’m Ino, yes.Are you on my team?”
“A’e you on ‘eam ‘even?”
“Erm yea, I’m on team seven…”
Ronin stuck out his hand in greeting, brimming with a smile.”We a’e ‘eammates!” he said happily. Ino frowned and Ronin could tell she was upset about something, so he returned to his spot and fell into silence, Ino watching him weasrily before she turned away.