Post by himeko Kukiko Hanzagiri on May 1, 2011 17:42:15 GMT -5
Watching the two women walk off, the man tried to not betray himself by letting his eyes follow their direction. As they turned the corner, he finally moved in their direction, with each step the culminating rage that he carried deep inside for so many years.
“My brother would have been impressed with his son’s success.” The man thought, letting the years or was it a decade wash over him, falling against the cool city wall letting the trees shaded his gaze at the house across the street.
Playing over in his mind, the siege on the Tokuno palace, the sound of metal against metal, the arrows that cut the air surrendering the air to whistle, only the sound of his heavy breathing his company has he made his way deep into the bowels of the palace finding the treasury.
The muffled cries from the floors above him, made the urgency of his escape, taking what he could the most important rolled parchments, the crown jewels that were as old as the land, and the bulk of the gold that sustained the Nakamura reign. The long track back to the ship, at the time Daizen didn’t realize he would spend months on the run, never did he conceive that they would lose the Throne, the prestige, or the dishonor that followed. It was not part of the plan.
Miko should have been married off to someone of father’s station, not on the Throne of his father. Looking up from his hiding place the man headed toward the Inn, using the name he chose to keep his identity hidden, Hero Saga.
“The time has come to right this wrong, but patience will be my weapon, patience will win this war” Daizen thought as his feet scrapped up the steps to the room he rented.
“My brother would have been impressed with his son’s success.” The man thought, letting the years or was it a decade wash over him, falling against the cool city wall letting the trees shaded his gaze at the house across the street.
Playing over in his mind, the siege on the Tokuno palace, the sound of metal against metal, the arrows that cut the air surrendering the air to whistle, only the sound of his heavy breathing his company has he made his way deep into the bowels of the palace finding the treasury.
The muffled cries from the floors above him, made the urgency of his escape, taking what he could the most important rolled parchments, the crown jewels that were as old as the land, and the bulk of the gold that sustained the Nakamura reign. The long track back to the ship, at the time Daizen didn’t realize he would spend months on the run, never did he conceive that they would lose the Throne, the prestige, or the dishonor that followed. It was not part of the plan.
Miko should have been married off to someone of father’s station, not on the Throne of his father. Looking up from his hiding place the man headed toward the Inn, using the name he chose to keep his identity hidden, Hero Saga.
“The time has come to right this wrong, but patience will be my weapon, patience will win this war” Daizen thought as his feet scrapped up the steps to the room he rented.
