*Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat, or its characters. I do own,
however, the original character, Shyplae. Using my original characters in
your own stories is not permitted, unless with my consent. Thank you.
Chapter 1
The Morose Plains
Vastness and infinite plains encircled Kitana. The ground was craterous; the atmosphere carried a heavy tainted mist. The land was soaked in sorrow, deep and heavy as vengeful blood. The silence whispered an ominous warning of ancient deaths. There was an absolute quietness, although cries of lamentation and agony reverberated into the soul. A sensitive sense could easily succumb to the horrific aura about this land. These were the plains on the edge of Outworld.
Kitana wandered on these plains, searching and asking herself questions.
"Is Shao Kahn really dead now?" she thought to herself. "Is it all over? Is there finally peace and tranquility?"
She walked around aimlessly, almost tripping over a rooted rock due to her deep musings. Questions swirled around her and engulfed her mind.
"Did we finally destroy Shao Kahn? Are all those stolen souls now free? Is there finally rest and calmness? Is there peace? Will someone take his place? Are his allies still alive? Has peacefulness finally come for all of Outworld and all other realms?"
She then paused for a moment, now standing stasis.
"No, there can't be."
She looked down at the ground, lost in her mazy thoughts. Her weapons, the fans of sharp steel, were fastened to her thighs by thick leather strips. She wore a blue material mask that covered her mouth and nose, matching her traditional ninja-like outfit. Her black hair was long and untied, remaining completely still because there was no wind.
Kitana finally looked up, gazing far into the endless abyss. She knew Shao Kahn couldn't be dead. She felt it in her bones. There was not a drop of serenity in her heart.
Suddenly, she felt something. A strange breeze blew by, carrying along with it, a spark of light, which nearly grazed Kitana's left cheek. The spark floated lazily for a moment, apparently disoriented by Kitana's presence. Soon, however, it sped off again, leaving Kitana alone.
The light seemed to rekindle a sense of will in her, and abruptly, she found herself following it.
Chapter 1
The Morose Plains
Vastness and infinite plains encircled Kitana. The ground was craterous; the atmosphere carried a heavy tainted mist. The land was soaked in sorrow, deep and heavy as vengeful blood. The silence whispered an ominous warning of ancient deaths. There was an absolute quietness, although cries of lamentation and agony reverberated into the soul. A sensitive sense could easily succumb to the horrific aura about this land. These were the plains on the edge of Outworld.
Kitana wandered on these plains, searching and asking herself questions.
"Is Shao Kahn really dead now?" she thought to herself. "Is it all over? Is there finally peace and tranquility?"
She walked around aimlessly, almost tripping over a rooted rock due to her deep musings. Questions swirled around her and engulfed her mind.
"Did we finally destroy Shao Kahn? Are all those stolen souls now free? Is there finally rest and calmness? Is there peace? Will someone take his place? Are his allies still alive? Has peacefulness finally come for all of Outworld and all other realms?"
She then paused for a moment, now standing stasis.
"No, there can't be."
She looked down at the ground, lost in her mazy thoughts. Her weapons, the fans of sharp steel, were fastened to her thighs by thick leather strips. She wore a blue material mask that covered her mouth and nose, matching her traditional ninja-like outfit. Her black hair was long and untied, remaining completely still because there was no wind.
Kitana finally looked up, gazing far into the endless abyss. She knew Shao Kahn couldn't be dead. She felt it in her bones. There was not a drop of serenity in her heart.
Suddenly, she felt something. A strange breeze blew by, carrying along with it, a spark of light, which nearly grazed Kitana's left cheek. The spark floated lazily for a moment, apparently disoriented by Kitana's presence. Soon, however, it sped off again, leaving Kitana alone.
The light seemed to rekindle a sense of will in her, and abruptly, she found herself following it.