The Sweeping Blade of Death
A Gundam Wing fanfic starring Dorothy
Disclaimer and whatnot:
I don't own any of the Gundam characters. They are all the respective property of their rightful owners. That having been said, don't sue me! I'm so broke it wouldn't be worth the lawyer's fees!
Once upon a time, there was a small village of ancient peoples who lived amongst the dense and endless forest. Among those people was a young man named Dar. He was the best hunter in the village and went daily to collect food for his family. Dar was walking along one day, when an old man stumbled into him.
"Lad!" he cried out, between coughs. "Warn everyone! The end in coming! The sweeping blade of Death arrives, I have seen it!"
With that, the old bum-looking guy fell over, had a heart attack, and died. Needless to say, Dar rushed back to his village. He ran to the wise man and kneeled before him.
"Sir," he asked, "What is the sweeping blade of Death?"
"Where did you hear of such a thing?"
"An old man in the forest told me it was coming."
"Then it must be our time."
"Sir?"
"Long ago, there was a race of people, very much like ourselves. One fateful day, a gigantic blade swooped down from the sky and obliterated them. It destroyed the forests and smoothed the landscape. Legend has it that the blade is destined to return. We are all doomed."
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"Accept your fate."
Dar returned home and sat on his porch with his two younger sisters. Watching the sky, he saw an odd glint and hurried the girls inside. The small village was quiet that evening as the sweeping blade of Death claimed the lives of the people. It cleared the forests and smoothed the landscape, and in one small place, blood welled up from the ground. No survivors were left.
Dorothy had shaved her legs.
Owari
A Gundam Wing fanfic starring Dorothy
Disclaimer and whatnot:
I don't own any of the Gundam characters. They are all the respective property of their rightful owners. That having been said, don't sue me! I'm so broke it wouldn't be worth the lawyer's fees!
Once upon a time, there was a small village of ancient peoples who lived amongst the dense and endless forest. Among those people was a young man named Dar. He was the best hunter in the village and went daily to collect food for his family. Dar was walking along one day, when an old man stumbled into him.
"Lad!" he cried out, between coughs. "Warn everyone! The end in coming! The sweeping blade of Death arrives, I have seen it!"
With that, the old bum-looking guy fell over, had a heart attack, and died. Needless to say, Dar rushed back to his village. He ran to the wise man and kneeled before him.
"Sir," he asked, "What is the sweeping blade of Death?"
"Where did you hear of such a thing?"
"An old man in the forest told me it was coming."
"Then it must be our time."
"Sir?"
"Long ago, there was a race of people, very much like ourselves. One fateful day, a gigantic blade swooped down from the sky and obliterated them. It destroyed the forests and smoothed the landscape. Legend has it that the blade is destined to return. We are all doomed."
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"Accept your fate."
Dar returned home and sat on his porch with his two younger sisters. Watching the sky, he saw an odd glint and hurried the girls inside. The small village was quiet that evening as the sweeping blade of Death claimed the lives of the people. It cleared the forests and smoothed the landscape, and in one small place, blood welled up from the ground. No survivors were left.
Dorothy had shaved her legs.
Owari