~Username~
>Crimson Wings, temporarily Headless Horseman<
~Name~
>Ryuu, Harbringer of Death<
~Gender~
>Female<
~Story~
>And yet... there would be a moment in time and space when I would try to look back in the space of time and look into the heart of who I was. Whom I will be. I could never find a true answer, but I could always remember him. The one who helped me with me fear and then uncontrollable power...<
They called him Drake.
I never found out why he had such a simplistic name, but I felt the power within him as I came apon him that day. It was quite rainy, and felt terrible for everyone; I had been sitting by a ruined temple, planning my latest plot, when Drake hopped right behind me and made me fall face first. He then of course laughed a deep chucle, and added,
"Well, I suppose you aren't dead yet, tenemandoum?" I at the time had no such usage of the last word, but I quickly stood up.
"Tenemandoum?" I replied, all wet and muddy now. I of course had no idea this was just a start of a remarkable friendship and mentoring.
"Why yes, young one. Come with me." Drake laughed again, leading me into the ruins. He lead me to a small rock, with a dead beetle laid on it. "Go." He had curtly said, and I was questioning him, but tried to listen and control the beetle. At this point the beetle sprung to life, but I couldn't control it.
"Ah, a new one at this, no?" Drake gently slapped me on the back. "Keep trying." Of course, Drake and I did this for hours; possibly days, untill I had a small grasp on it. At this moment and time I somewhat knew what I could do; not with bringing a ruined temple down more, but ruling everything with my creations; the dead of whom which I ruled.
I Quite Laughed At The Mention of Me, Ryuu, being a Harbringer of Death. Couldn't everyone do this?
Of course, no. After months of being with Drake and learning, I thought almost everyone could do this, but now I was quite elated and happy, since I could control the dead at my own command at will. I was fond of this, though Drake told me to use it for good, I didn't listen. Who was me, the Harbringer of Death, or whatever, to be nice? I was special, not made to rot away with good. Death wasn't good in itself, anyway. But I knew one day, it'd come back to bite me in the nose.
And It Did. Right In The Nose; And Heart.
I thought Drake was powerful and mighty; protector of me, but I was very wrong. And a day came to prove that; one that hardened my softening heart.
It was actually one of the nicest days in weeks. Drake and I were practicing; I had becomed very adept at this now, and was really proving to be considered a Harbringer of Death. But on this day, a traveler in a dirty cloak asked Drake for a moment. Before I could blink, I was pinned against a stone, and Drake was being killed before my eyes. I tried to help him, as I struggled, but as soon as it came, it was gone. I tried to control him, but I couldn't. He was still working against me; even in death. It had started raining softly, and I could almost imagine sad, hopeless music playing as my eyes got sodden and wet; my face now buried in his side.
"Drake..." I murmured. He was the one whom I cared for. I loved as family, when I was seen as darkness; and they would get the darkness they saw.
>And the faded memories were just that. Memories. Becuase right now I was King of the Dead in my throne of what I called my castle; the world. As a Harbringer of Death, I would satisfy everyone's fear of death and demise. I already had, as that was a year ago. I was ruler of Death; nothing can stop me. Nothing except death itself.