by Leviathan~ » Wed Sep 03, 2014 1:05 pm
((Alrighty, might as well start where we finished hehe))
Ryoshi...
The rain fell hard against the stone steps Ryo climbed. The wind whispered stories, stories he already knew, stories he'd witnessed. He snapped his fingers and sparks bounced lightly against the earth, just reminding himself that that time had come and gone. A woman's hand rested on his shoulder. He didn't turn to look, but he gave a bit of the smirk. The hand left, and he looked up. In front of him was an old building. Torn to the ground, the ceiling gone. It had once been a beautiful masterpiece of architectural splendor, but that all changed before anyone had time to truly appreciate it. His eyes flashed over the memories again. The caress of someone he cared for, the fear of losing a comrade, the rage, the agony. This place held enough memories to truly destroy a person. Luckily Ryo had rebuilt himself before he came. He finally finished his journey up the stairs and made his way through the ruins of the building. While most furniture or any other decoratives in the building had been long since destroyed, there was one thing Ryo was interested in the center of the building. The floorboards had been pulled out, and there sat a small cactus. There, Ryoshi bothered to truly smile.
A lone rook sits poised at the edge of a cliff, sword drawn, eyes open. Against him, an army, its size near unfathomable. The rook smiles.
If only it were a fair fight.