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Falling Grace
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on 2009-11-11 18:33:58 (edited 2009-11-11 19:10:09)
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~A land of light. Soaked by the shining wings of the sun. Bathed in the holy grace of the god.A young one, not more then 16, ruled this land with blade in hand. He hid his face from all who wished by a hood of a beaten gray hoody. The hoody reached down to his waist. His blonde hair covered his eyes of sea blue. Black lining to the trim of his hoody and a pitch black chain hung short form his wrists. The hoody ending just at his waist continued on with a long white gown like bottom reaching down to his feet covering them. The loose fitting gown allowed much easy movment and elegent moves as he was known for on the battle field~ ~His face gave little to no emotion. He was scared by the lfie he lived. Full of battles and murderous beings only wishing for fortune and riches. He lothed the world that he called his home. He lothed it with every fiber of his being, yet he protected those he saught to be the only true humans in existance. He was constintly standing front gate to the large castle town. each building made of bricks as old as time themself, still holding strong. Light seemed to follow him. Each step he took it seemed as if the sun followed the man. he stared into the distance for the first sign of danger. On site he would ready himself.~ ~The town lasting a long 300 year existance protected by only one person durring countless battles all ended in a single move. The move sought by many to be the light itself. None were protected by it if they wished harm to this city. None who wished to fight this man ever truly lived. Their lives were ended, or made miserable. 1 man, 1 city, 300 years, 3,000,000,000 dead.~ |