AN:
Alright, so I had written this fic on another name and then started hating it, a typical writer thing to do. So, I changed my pen name and moved it here. It will be a slow process changing it over only because I have become even more critical of myself as a writer and as such, proofing takes a long time. Feel free to tell me whatever you think of it and any changes that you think need to be made, just take into consideration that I might not listen to you!
To get down to business, nothing that has to do with Zoids is mine and this story takes place after the last episode of Zoids Chaotic Century. If you read I ask that you review!
I AM LIVING PROOF. . .
Prologue
"Do you remember, Shadow, the first time we met?" Raven asked, head thrown back, eyes fixed upon the heavens as they stretched out endlessly above him.
The black orgainoid growled his reply, immobile. Raven smirked.
"Yes. . . you were angry, I was fed up, what a perfect fit."
A harsh wind ripped across the canyons forcing Shadow's reply away from Raven's ears. He still understood what he could not hear as an affirmation of what he had said, unspoken but understood. Raven's black hair, a silent reminder of the inspiration for his namesake, plaster strands against his cheeks and forehead as the wind continued to tear at them. Grains of sand took flight, pelting, and stinging Raven's cheeks, dulling his dark clothes with the grit.
Still, he continued to stare at the stars, only slightly marred by the cloud of dust the wind had managed to stir up, but even that was dying away into nothing.
It's strange, Raven thought suddenly, How something so beautiful can be no comfort. They're cold, lifeless, and allow me to feel small and insignificant, worthless among all else.
He looked away, unable to stare any longer for fear of losing himself completely.
His eyes fell to the ground. Slowly, he reached his hands out in front of him, stretched to their fullest, palms up so that every imperfection could be seen, clearly.
The scar across his right palm glared back with intensified clarity in the dark, a harsh reminder of the life he had live, still was living. He scowled.
All the things that these hands have done. All the things that they have caused. The destruction, pain, suffering! And in my selfishness, I thought it would end when Hiltz and Prozen were destroyed but, Van and the Guardian Force to destroy what little hope I allowed myself to have. In order to keep the "peace" they are all so fond of. Damn them all. . .
His hands clenched into fists, suddenly, frustration, and rage setting in. Shadow sensed a change and cocked his head to the right, slowly extending his neck so that the very tip of his snout touched Raven's shoulder. Gently, he growled. They stood immobile for a few moments, that small contact a living proof of the friendship they shared. Then, Raven relaxed, his hands falling limply, useless, to his sides. Moments passed in silence, his chest rising and falling unevenly as wind began to pick up again.
"Thank you Shadow. . ." Raven whispered, breaking the last few threads of tension.
His shoulder relaxed, head coming up to look a cross the barren rift filled landscape. He turned and walked to the edge of the nearest canyon, Shadow trudging along behind him. Once, he growled causing Raven to stop before making his decent down the rock face. He glanced back over his shoulder, his purple eyes not particularly staring at the orgainoid.
He sneered.
"Yes, we are going after Van."
AN: Good ending… bad ending… hmmm someone tell me before I completely change it!