Seeds
by
Crazy
When the oak is felled, the whole forest echoes with its fall,
but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
Thomas Carlyle
I'm a falling oak tree. Crashing, snapping, ripping, and rending the air with noise as I fall. My enemies run at the changes and damages that I leave in my wake. But they will return. They always return; history repeating itself like an endless waltz. I can only hope this time will be different.
I stand abandoned, one tree amongst many. But my roots of conviction are deep. I will not withdraw from this fight until I have given all that I have for those that need it. I will make a difference; even if I have to die in the process.
I will stand quietly in the dark and then strike. I will use the wind when it comes, fierce, to aid me as I twist and thrash all who have seen me. I chose to live violently so that others may one day have peace.
I can not stay idle in a forest that is destined for destruction. I choose to rip my roots from the home soil and stride boldly across the land where I will face those who wish harm to all I hold dear and then I will demand their surrender.
I'd like to think my life was lived like the wind which gently sowed the seeds of the future, but my methods are more violent in nature. As Nataku is the harbinger of justice, I am her tool; I will crash down upon my enemies the justice she cries for.
We are like oak trees tall and foreboding, but where we lay in our final rest, our seeds have been sown.
Thank you, Diamroyal, for giving this a quick once-over. Any mistakes above are all mine – hey, I get to claim something!
Crazy