I still don't own Scar.
AN: hello, another one-shot from me to you!
Anniversary.
Every year on the anniversary of when the war began he would sneak in and leave one desert rose in remembrance of his people.
Under the cover of night he walked through the fallen city. He had passed the guards easily, they never new he was there and now he only had to watch the patrol units.
The streets were still filled with the remains of fallen buildings and Scar had to tread with care as not to make much sound. He heard someone coming and ducked behind a pile of rubble. He looked up cautiously and saw two guards walking side by side. They had their coats pulled around their bodies tightly trying to keep warp against the cold night and because of the cold they didn't do a full sweep of the area as they passed by him.
Once they were gone he continued his journey through the city and eventually came to stand in front of the temple. The steps were broken and unsteady but he climbed them none the less.
The prayer room was as he remembered. Besides a few cracks in the walls and some missing tiles it still held all the beauty he remembered from when he was young.
He walked towards the alter and reached into his coat. He pulled out a small bundle, unwrapped it gently and laid the contents on the alter. He kneeled, said a payer and left as quietly as he came.
The next day as a patrol did a sweep of the temple one of the soldiers found the small flower on the alter, it was a desert rose. The petals were pail yellow and looked slightly withered as if it had been carried a great distance.
The soldier didn't touch it, he left it there and walked out of the temple.
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How was that? A bit sad but I thought it was a good kind of sad.
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