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Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Plip. Plop.
"Must be raining," said a sad young voice.
The rain started to fall faster and heavier until it became a steady pour.
"I wonder who died today." He spoke again lifting his head and a hand towards the sky as if trying to grab the heavens. As he did this the rain washed away the blood from his wounds. His crimson liquid soon became part of the earth.
Realizing that the pain was subsiding he let out a deep sorrowful sigh. "It seems the angels tears are not for me, but then again they never will be, for I am cursed to live on this planet alone and suffer for all the mistakes I have done in my past."
And it was true the raven haired boy had been given a "gift" from his father when he had turned 16. At least that is what he had thought of this as first, this power he had allowed him to be almost invincible in battle, he healed almost instantly and he never aged, but there was a drawback every full moon. Yet he had been ecstatic when he received this power and became his village's protector, but as he saw his friends and family age before him then die he learned this was a curse.
He abruptly left his home and started traveling to forget about what he would never have but after some time had passed he became homesick and went back to his beloved tribe. Yet upon his return he was greeted by bright red-orange flames that engulfed his village. This devastated him. His home was up in flames along with the rest of the town. He saw that it was men in red coats with white hair who had done it and they were laughing.
The boy was filled with so much hatred and sorrow, mostly at himself for if he'd stayed he would have been able to save his tribe, but he knew he could not change what had happened. Looking upon the men he sneered the hatred burning brighter and so he murdered them all in cold blood. He then became a soldier fighting with the strips and stars against the red, yet after the war he had nothing so he became a traveler.
He focused on learning martial arts then the code of Bushido along with blacksmithing. Then he focused on natural medicine made from herbs and the hidden art of alchemy. He fought in two huge wars that took hold of the world. Watching as the countries and land shaped themselves and the people around him evolve. He discovered the world's secrets and learned many languages, met many people and learned of many things.
Finally after decades of learning he stopped and became a wonderer, going were the wind took him. For he realized the one thing he yearned for the most was someone else's company a family or death, but he knew both were impossible for he was cursed to live a life of loneliness.
Finally he fell asleep letting the rain pound against him and wash away his sorrows and thoughts of his life. He was completely unaware of the copper haired boy sitting in the bushes, unaware that this boy heard all of his thoughts and that now finally after 500 years of solitude the raven haired boy was getting a family, and maybe even more.
Authors Note~~~
Hey guys, thats the begging. Hope fully I get more ideas and can continue it. Wrote it up last night. Tell me what you think! Leave reviews good or bad, leave suggestion maybe i'll use them (with your permission of course.) Hope you enjoyed it!