My at-Order tutor
Prologue: His Death
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Red, it was all around him. On the ground, on him, and on the sword that pierced his abdomen. It wasn't just red, it was blood, his blood.
There wasn't any pain coursing throughout his tattered body like it should have been, instead there was this loud pitiful ringing in his ears.
Oh wait, it was him that was making this noise. Instead of him feeling the pain, he was screaming it all out, maybe his hand had numbed out from the blood loss already.....
"Boss, no! " Screamed voices from behind him as his head painfully turned to face the source of the sorrowed and yet enraged cries. "Don't be sad guys," he said, he knew that his moments were numbered as he was lifted into a stretcher. The enemy left what seemed years ago, " but there is going to be a young girl named Soraya that you must do and believe whatever she says for every single word is true if you follow her, you will find out what fate has befallen me after this journey," he said, his breaths were now coming in shallow, ragged breaths. "Until then, sayonara my dear nakama we will meet again ,..." He murmured with a soft smile gracing his bloody, yet serene face as sweet death took it's role....
Okay first story, wadda think?
Disclaimer: I do Not own DGM or KHR. If I did they both would be totally horrible
Sayonara-Japanese for goodbye
Nakama-Japanese for friends/comrades.