Okurimono
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"Once he starts crying you shall not clean his tears away, because his tears envelop death, in its moisture awaits pain and sorrow..but also the answers you've been looking for. From now on it's up to you finding them. Remember my words and follow this oath you've sealed with blood"
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He stood there awaiting, just as he was told to, he sneered at the image of himself as a lapdog following orders. It was hard to keep still while the gentle caress of the chimneys fire lulled him to surrender to Morpheus' call. The silence was only broken by the sudden crackling of the wood burning, the anticipation of what was to happen gave him new strength to raise upright.
His gaze, amber eyes lit by the dying light of the candle he held besides him, studied the perimeter. The convoy was late, but it was expected to have difficulties reaching such inhospitable location. The main reason for him picking it in the first place, to be away from everyone and everything.
In his wait he wondered how he got in this mess. Stubbornly he tried to extract the exact moment where he lost control over his fate. "If only I said no when the opportunity came.." But again his mind would remind him that such opportunity never came and that, at least for now, it was useless cling to that thought.
His fate was long ago sealed, even before born. He realised then that in his whole life he had made only one decision of his own, "And that decision brought me miles from any sign of civilisation" Away from the glory of war and victory, of being the best warrior, part of an ancient family, the almighty Tao Clan, with the weight of thousands eyes over him, he had turn his back on that for a place in an abandon abbey that was falling apart.
He though again of the convoy, sure of its arrival, just as planed, carrying with them a new duty for him to take care of. Just like the old times. But why didn't he just run away from this fate as he did with the other one? What kept him there?
"I need answers, an explanation of what's happening to me..Why me?" He repeated to himself this like a mantra, trying to avoid the numbness caused by the cold wind, without realising that he was again lying to himself. The real reason behind his acts was not unknown to him, it was a shadow he denied, which existence he would never admit. But now in this lonely valley he felt its presence more strongly, that it was impossible ignore it any longer.
He had only caught glimpses of it, always creeping slyly in the darkness. Never showing itself fully, just enough to insinuate, to tease. Fear. Somehow fear had found its way into his heart. He had gladly jump in the middle of a fight, he was the first to run towards the enemy. Fear was not a thing he was familiar with, at least that's what the elders said of him. What he was called inside and out of battle, a fearless warrior..all a lie?
AN: Another of my fics intended to be a SD but modified to serve a greater master, now it's a SK!!!, wow just 7 letters of difference in between. Flames are welcomed, since I wasn't allowed to go to a marathon of zombie movies I'll entertain myself feeling bad about my lack of writing skills. So please give me some material to work with...¬¬'
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"Once he starts crying you shall not clean his tears away, because his tears envelop death, in its moisture awaits pain and sorrow..but also the answers you've been looking for. From now on it's up to you finding them. Remember my words and follow this oath you've sealed with blood"
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He stood there awaiting, just as he was told to, he sneered at the image of himself as a lapdog following orders. It was hard to keep still while the gentle caress of the chimneys fire lulled him to surrender to Morpheus' call. The silence was only broken by the sudden crackling of the wood burning, the anticipation of what was to happen gave him new strength to raise upright.
His gaze, amber eyes lit by the dying light of the candle he held besides him, studied the perimeter. The convoy was late, but it was expected to have difficulties reaching such inhospitable location. The main reason for him picking it in the first place, to be away from everyone and everything.
In his wait he wondered how he got in this mess. Stubbornly he tried to extract the exact moment where he lost control over his fate. "If only I said no when the opportunity came.." But again his mind would remind him that such opportunity never came and that, at least for now, it was useless cling to that thought.
His fate was long ago sealed, even before born. He realised then that in his whole life he had made only one decision of his own, "And that decision brought me miles from any sign of civilisation" Away from the glory of war and victory, of being the best warrior, part of an ancient family, the almighty Tao Clan, with the weight of thousands eyes over him, he had turn his back on that for a place in an abandon abbey that was falling apart.
He though again of the convoy, sure of its arrival, just as planed, carrying with them a new duty for him to take care of. Just like the old times. But why didn't he just run away from this fate as he did with the other one? What kept him there?
"I need answers, an explanation of what's happening to me..Why me?" He repeated to himself this like a mantra, trying to avoid the numbness caused by the cold wind, without realising that he was again lying to himself. The real reason behind his acts was not unknown to him, it was a shadow he denied, which existence he would never admit. But now in this lonely valley he felt its presence more strongly, that it was impossible ignore it any longer.
He had only caught glimpses of it, always creeping slyly in the darkness. Never showing itself fully, just enough to insinuate, to tease. Fear. Somehow fear had found its way into his heart. He had gladly jump in the middle of a fight, he was the first to run towards the enemy. Fear was not a thing he was familiar with, at least that's what the elders said of him. What he was called inside and out of battle, a fearless warrior..all a lie?
AN: Another of my fics intended to be a SD but modified to serve a greater master, now it's a SK!!!, wow just 7 letters of difference in between. Flames are welcomed, since I wasn't allowed to go to a marathon of zombie movies I'll entertain myself feeling bad about my lack of writing skills. So please give me some material to work with...¬¬'