Post by Serenity on Jul 6, 2006 15:49:15 GMT -5
Traveling day in and day out, I still can't help but wonder... Could I have stopped it?
A brief flash of memory plays in a mind. It was a family photo where every member seemed to smile.
There was a slender, dark haired lady with vibrant green eyes wearing a silk black dress. She was slightly tanned from the sun, which showed greatly on her arms as she held a pale form of a recently born infant wrapped in a snow hued blanket. Beside her was the father. He was a tall man with light eyes of milk chocolate and golden brown hair. A white shirt laid upon his broad form which was to meet dark denims. With a gleeful smile, he seemed to be looking down slightly at a female whom's shoulders supported his hands. Now, the female was a different story. As she looked proudly at her mother with her new sister rested in her hands, you could faintly see pure eyes of light gold that slightly reflected off the sun's rays. Her hair ran toward her waist, and was an abnormal, yet attractive, hue of pure silver that slowly flapped into her white flower dress.
Then, with a sudden spark, the picture began to fade away as it was licked alive by flames.
If we paid attention instead of playing, maybe the shadows would have been spotted sooner. Then, maybe there would be a possibility they'd still be alive.
Another flash blasted more memories.
Now, the silver hued child was more grown, being at the age of ten rather than five when the picture was taken. She was hunting for bugs with her, now, five year old sister. The young also, was another story. With dark hair like her mother's, the five year old also grew permanent highlights of dark silver. Sitting beside her sister in dirty jeans and a black shirt, she looked toward the sun where her eyes were finally noticed. The left one was the light, gold color of her sister's gaze, while the right was diagonally split with two colors. The top remained emerald, while the bottom turned into light color of chestnuts.
As the older sister looked up to see what her younger sibling spotted, a large shadow swept into view out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head slowly, the female almost screamed in alarm as a sensing of death flowed through the breeze. With sharp movements, she gripped onto her sister's wrist, urging her up as she yelled for her to ran quickly back to the house. Silver hair whipped her face slightly as the breeze attempted to move the loose shirt she wore, causing a mark to be revealed on her left shoulder. What seemed like a crescent of pure black had thick lines and swirls overlap it. It was a mark that told of what she belonged to...
Together, the sisters entered their house, telling their parents of everything they had just witnessed. With tears filling the mother's eyes, she looked to see her husband blocking the front door of the house, while his wife rushed their children toward the back down. "Run," she told them both. "Don't stop for nothing. Don't stop for us. Just run as far away from here as you can." Then, with that, the mother pulled her shirt down slightly to grabbed hold of a crystal sphere, where smoke swirled inside that was colored many hues. Connected to a chain around her neck, she quickly took it off and gave it to her eldest daughter. "That can never be seen by others. Only you and your sister should see it. Always keep it hidden beneath your shirts." Crying silently, she then pushed her children out of the back door, yelling for them to run and never to look back.
But then....
A final flash of thought came to play.
The once ten year old now turned into a beautiful young lady at fifteen years of age. She stood in the warrior outfit of the Sacred Clan Fighters, packing her sister's belongings quickly into a suitcase. Looking around, she shoved things in there that also belonged to her... But knew very well they would be of no use to the warrior. "Come on," she yelled, grabbing her ten year old sibling and racing out of the tiny home they had within a large village.
Outside, panic struck as many people cried while they raced in the same direction of the siblings. There was only one quick way to leave from here. They needed to get on the train. Once there, a large crowd stood around the train's only free door that was open. The warrior yelled and shoved people out of her way as she got to the front of the group, yelling at the guy who kept everyone off the train.
"There's room for only one more person," he cried back. It was then, pain stung her. Shakily looking down at her sister, she sighed as tears began to slide down her face. Crouching down slightly, she carefully took of the necklace of their mother and put it on her young sibling. "Remember what mom said and remember what I will say now. No matter what, I will find you and I will always be with you." Tapping her sister's heart, she smiled. "Just look there and you'll find me." Then, with those being her final words, she pushed her little sister toward the guy, ordering him to take her. After all, she was the youngest child in the village. It would only be fair.
With everyone loaded up, the train began to move slowly. Crying in the train, she hit the window as she watched her sister slowly wave. "NO! AE'OKO DON'T STAY THERE!" As tears streamed from her eyes and fell from soft cheeks, she watched as the female warrior slowly turned, grabbing two small daggers that hung from a leather belt holder that laid around her waist. Flicking her hands, the daggers grew in size as they turned into thick swords of about five feet.
The last thing she say of his sister, Ae'oko, was the blades starting to glow a light lavender color, placing each against each other and slashing them out, causing a purple ball of sacred power to soar out, flying toward the shadowy army that walked in the distance.
Why did she leave me? Why did the shadows keep going after us? Why...does it seem everything bad happens to me?
The once ten year old, now stood at the age of fifteen. Her tall, slender form leaned against the broad trunk of a maple tree, mis-colored, as well as mis-matched, eyes staring straight ahead of her, awaiting for the memories to subside. "We were supposed to work together," the female muttered with a more adult like voice, waist long hair gracefully flying around her form. Though her face changed, her skin still remained as smooth as a baby's with the only difference being color as she turned a dark caramel color from the sun.
"It was supposed to be Ae'oko and Karia. Now... Its just Karia." Crossing her arms over a slightly small black shirt, she ignored the rustling of what she thought was the many chains on her black pants while she pushed away strands of silver and black hair. Then, she felt a hefty push in her shoulder, causing her to move a foot away from the tree while quickly looking back.
"Lorios! Stop doing that," Karia laughed, watching the abnormally large Belgian like stallion trot toward her. He was a beautiful, majestic creature of solid black hairs all over his form with surprising eyes of pure white which made it hard to tell where he looked. Wrapped in chains, they seemed to have become a part of his rare form. Skull wore a large, spike horn of pure gold that released a powerful blast of fire when needed. To some, he looked scary. But to Karia, he looked wonderful.
A crack caused both stallion and girl to look back, hearing a couple voices in the distance.
While Lorios leaped in a shadow to blend within, Karia used her two daggers and skills to quickly climb up the trunk of the maple where she seated herself on a thick bough, changing one of her daggers in a sword of five feet which she held beside her, awaiting for the voice to appear as figures.
((I would love to continue on with this so it help out with the title more, but I don't have a lot of time for that. Probably every so often, I will continue having this grow a little more. I would love to explain the title, but if I ever finish the /whole/ entire story, it would be better the read. ^^))
A brief flash of memory plays in a mind. It was a family photo where every member seemed to smile.
There was a slender, dark haired lady with vibrant green eyes wearing a silk black dress. She was slightly tanned from the sun, which showed greatly on her arms as she held a pale form of a recently born infant wrapped in a snow hued blanket. Beside her was the father. He was a tall man with light eyes of milk chocolate and golden brown hair. A white shirt laid upon his broad form which was to meet dark denims. With a gleeful smile, he seemed to be looking down slightly at a female whom's shoulders supported his hands. Now, the female was a different story. As she looked proudly at her mother with her new sister rested in her hands, you could faintly see pure eyes of light gold that slightly reflected off the sun's rays. Her hair ran toward her waist, and was an abnormal, yet attractive, hue of pure silver that slowly flapped into her white flower dress.
Then, with a sudden spark, the picture began to fade away as it was licked alive by flames.
If we paid attention instead of playing, maybe the shadows would have been spotted sooner. Then, maybe there would be a possibility they'd still be alive.
Another flash blasted more memories.
Now, the silver hued child was more grown, being at the age of ten rather than five when the picture was taken. She was hunting for bugs with her, now, five year old sister. The young also, was another story. With dark hair like her mother's, the five year old also grew permanent highlights of dark silver. Sitting beside her sister in dirty jeans and a black shirt, she looked toward the sun where her eyes were finally noticed. The left one was the light, gold color of her sister's gaze, while the right was diagonally split with two colors. The top remained emerald, while the bottom turned into light color of chestnuts.
As the older sister looked up to see what her younger sibling spotted, a large shadow swept into view out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head slowly, the female almost screamed in alarm as a sensing of death flowed through the breeze. With sharp movements, she gripped onto her sister's wrist, urging her up as she yelled for her to ran quickly back to the house. Silver hair whipped her face slightly as the breeze attempted to move the loose shirt she wore, causing a mark to be revealed on her left shoulder. What seemed like a crescent of pure black had thick lines and swirls overlap it. It was a mark that told of what she belonged to...
Together, the sisters entered their house, telling their parents of everything they had just witnessed. With tears filling the mother's eyes, she looked to see her husband blocking the front door of the house, while his wife rushed their children toward the back down. "Run," she told them both. "Don't stop for nothing. Don't stop for us. Just run as far away from here as you can." Then, with that, the mother pulled her shirt down slightly to grabbed hold of a crystal sphere, where smoke swirled inside that was colored many hues. Connected to a chain around her neck, she quickly took it off and gave it to her eldest daughter. "That can never be seen by others. Only you and your sister should see it. Always keep it hidden beneath your shirts." Crying silently, she then pushed her children out of the back door, yelling for them to run and never to look back.
But then....
A final flash of thought came to play.
The once ten year old now turned into a beautiful young lady at fifteen years of age. She stood in the warrior outfit of the Sacred Clan Fighters, packing her sister's belongings quickly into a suitcase. Looking around, she shoved things in there that also belonged to her... But knew very well they would be of no use to the warrior. "Come on," she yelled, grabbing her ten year old sibling and racing out of the tiny home they had within a large village.
Outside, panic struck as many people cried while they raced in the same direction of the siblings. There was only one quick way to leave from here. They needed to get on the train. Once there, a large crowd stood around the train's only free door that was open. The warrior yelled and shoved people out of her way as she got to the front of the group, yelling at the guy who kept everyone off the train.
"There's room for only one more person," he cried back. It was then, pain stung her. Shakily looking down at her sister, she sighed as tears began to slide down her face. Crouching down slightly, she carefully took of the necklace of their mother and put it on her young sibling. "Remember what mom said and remember what I will say now. No matter what, I will find you and I will always be with you." Tapping her sister's heart, she smiled. "Just look there and you'll find me." Then, with those being her final words, she pushed her little sister toward the guy, ordering him to take her. After all, she was the youngest child in the village. It would only be fair.
With everyone loaded up, the train began to move slowly. Crying in the train, she hit the window as she watched her sister slowly wave. "NO! AE'OKO DON'T STAY THERE!" As tears streamed from her eyes and fell from soft cheeks, she watched as the female warrior slowly turned, grabbing two small daggers that hung from a leather belt holder that laid around her waist. Flicking her hands, the daggers grew in size as they turned into thick swords of about five feet.
The last thing she say of his sister, Ae'oko, was the blades starting to glow a light lavender color, placing each against each other and slashing them out, causing a purple ball of sacred power to soar out, flying toward the shadowy army that walked in the distance.
Why did she leave me? Why did the shadows keep going after us? Why...does it seem everything bad happens to me?
The once ten year old, now stood at the age of fifteen. Her tall, slender form leaned against the broad trunk of a maple tree, mis-colored, as well as mis-matched, eyes staring straight ahead of her, awaiting for the memories to subside. "We were supposed to work together," the female muttered with a more adult like voice, waist long hair gracefully flying around her form. Though her face changed, her skin still remained as smooth as a baby's with the only difference being color as she turned a dark caramel color from the sun.
"It was supposed to be Ae'oko and Karia. Now... Its just Karia." Crossing her arms over a slightly small black shirt, she ignored the rustling of what she thought was the many chains on her black pants while she pushed away strands of silver and black hair. Then, she felt a hefty push in her shoulder, causing her to move a foot away from the tree while quickly looking back.
"Lorios! Stop doing that," Karia laughed, watching the abnormally large Belgian like stallion trot toward her. He was a beautiful, majestic creature of solid black hairs all over his form with surprising eyes of pure white which made it hard to tell where he looked. Wrapped in chains, they seemed to have become a part of his rare form. Skull wore a large, spike horn of pure gold that released a powerful blast of fire when needed. To some, he looked scary. But to Karia, he looked wonderful.
A crack caused both stallion and girl to look back, hearing a couple voices in the distance.
While Lorios leaped in a shadow to blend within, Karia used her two daggers and skills to quickly climb up the trunk of the maple where she seated herself on a thick bough, changing one of her daggers in a sword of five feet which she held beside her, awaiting for the voice to appear as figures.
((I would love to continue on with this so it help out with the title more, but I don't have a lot of time for that. Probably every so often, I will continue having this grow a little more. I would love to explain the title, but if I ever finish the /whole/ entire story, it would be better the read. ^^))