Post by kanoinazuma17 on Nov 12, 2009 20:54:12 GMT -5
Dark. It was all that he could see. Occasionally a flash of lightning lit up the dreary landscape as the winter rains converged on the plains. It was cold, almost freezing. He neither knew the time nor even cared as he wandered through the dark land. Typically one would have camped long ago to stay safe and comfortable. However, he was neither safe nor comfortable.
He was clothed for the elements; a thick canvas cloak treated to become oilcloth. His bag was treated the same way. It was a large, black, cylindrical bag that was made of oilcloth so it would keep out the elements, such as the rain and the snow. His garments underneath were plain and simple; a white tunic trimmed in gold and russet brown and black pants with numerous pockets and a weapons belt to which was belted an oil-cloth wrapped item bearing the resemblance of a sword.
The young man felt the chill creep into his bones, the cold and the rain pounding on the hood of his cloak. There was no refuge for him, no refuge for the abandoned. In a way he resented living, but he knew, deep down in his very soul, that his journey had only just begun. Memories were his scars, and they never fully healed. They stuck with him for as long as he could remember, the pain coming back to strangle all hope out of his veins as he tried to forge a new life for himself out of the ashes of his old life. They haunted him, making his life unable to live. Months ago he would have been content to live a normal life as a metal smith in his father’s stead. But no, he was not allowed to go that far. His father and mother’s life were cut short, and his sister had gone missing.
The young man grimaced, the screams of pain haunting his memories and battering at his consciousness while the wind around him tore at his cloak and belongings, threatening to throw him to the ground. Life seemed to be against him completely at the moment. Only two months earlier, his older brother had betrayed his village, killed his parents, separated him from their older sister, and burnt the entire village and the people in it alive and to a crisp. Nothing was left of his childhood home and only his traitorous snake of a brother and his benevolent older sister lived. Where his sister was, however, he did not know. He could only pray and hope she was safe.
He was clothed for the elements; a thick canvas cloak treated to become oilcloth. His bag was treated the same way. It was a large, black, cylindrical bag that was made of oilcloth so it would keep out the elements, such as the rain and the snow. His garments underneath were plain and simple; a white tunic trimmed in gold and russet brown and black pants with numerous pockets and a weapons belt to which was belted an oil-cloth wrapped item bearing the resemblance of a sword.
The young man felt the chill creep into his bones, the cold and the rain pounding on the hood of his cloak. There was no refuge for him, no refuge for the abandoned. In a way he resented living, but he knew, deep down in his very soul, that his journey had only just begun. Memories were his scars, and they never fully healed. They stuck with him for as long as he could remember, the pain coming back to strangle all hope out of his veins as he tried to forge a new life for himself out of the ashes of his old life. They haunted him, making his life unable to live. Months ago he would have been content to live a normal life as a metal smith in his father’s stead. But no, he was not allowed to go that far. His father and mother’s life were cut short, and his sister had gone missing.
The young man grimaced, the screams of pain haunting his memories and battering at his consciousness while the wind around him tore at his cloak and belongings, threatening to throw him to the ground. Life seemed to be against him completely at the moment. Only two months earlier, his older brother had betrayed his village, killed his parents, separated him from their older sister, and burnt the entire village and the people in it alive and to a crisp. Nothing was left of his childhood home and only his traitorous snake of a brother and his benevolent older sister lived. Where his sister was, however, he did not know. He could only pray and hope she was safe.
