A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic, so it probably isn't all that great. But I would appreciate it if anyone took the time to R&R. Maybe someone could give me some constructive criticism and tips?
~BB21.
Title: Hiraikotsu
Author: BeefyBroth21
Total Word Count: 275
The air was damp and crisp. Dew seemed to be placed elaborately on the grass and leaves and petals of surrounding plants. Birds chirping in their singsong voices as every other creature neglected the sun's message to rise.
There it stood. One of it's ends dug deep into the Earth, pushing up lush grass and moist soil. Proud and tall, but cracked and discolored all in the same breath. It's curves no longer smooth. The handles worn from thick to thin, tassels frayed, bone structure; distorted.
Next to it sat the owner. A proud and beautiful warrior. Her armor exposed to the faint rays of the rising sun. And although her exterior appeared peaceful, her mind was racing with thoughts.
Her weapon, it was the death of so many enemies. Oh, so many. Had anyone bothered to keep track? No. Of course not. It was brandished so many times, but it had served it's purpose. That's all that mattered. Right? She didn't know anymore.
The archenemy had been defeated.
Was this the end?
Perhaps.
Maybe she would go on fighting demons. To her it seemed like it wouldn't be right to stop the tradition then and there. But settling down sounded rather nice. She knew she had a great life to live. But there were so many paths that were before her. So much to decide. Surely though...
No matter what she decides, she knows one thing.
Whatever path she takes, she knows one thing.
Yes, she knows that she will always take her Hiraikotsu with her wherever she may roam.
Ah, but for now, she will enjoy the damp, crisp air and warm sunlight.