username:
katzuvo
kalon name:
Riki
what are they fighting for?
fight for me, and for you
Riki has watched too many fall, the plague upon his people taking one by one by one. People fall ill and he cannot stop it, can only watch as the sickness takes over until they are too weak to continue onward. So he fights. He yells, he stomps, he's loud as he tries so hard to bring attention to this disease, this toxicity eating away everything and everyone that he loves and holds close to himself.
Riki travels far, tools in hand, backpack weighing him down. The sweat on his brow and the burn in his legs doesn't stop his quest for a cure. He won't watch this happen again. Not to any more of his people. He'll find his own solution to this, end the suffering.
The first leg of his journey lies within fields of a flower not yet given any sort of common name. They are beautiful, a stark contrast to the rugged terrain in which they grow. They dance in the breeze, as if they do not care about the life or the death of those around them. Hidden within themselves, a strong antitoxin that, when combined with other ingredients, can cure the illness plaguing Riki's home.
He bends to pick one, and frowns. He clears his throat, but the itch doesn't fade. He coughs and feels the death rattle in his lungs.
His battle rages onward, it will not rest. It will not ease up. The disease is relentless, but so is he.