Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the liquid falling down on the ground woke the young man from his slumber.
Not knowing of what had happend he looked at his devastated surroundings. Pain.
His heart was in pain as he recognized the familiar sight in front of his eyes. The trees, which once
were shining in the bright light of the sun, lied on the ground. The houses, wich once were full
of life, buried the beautiful memories of happiness under them. The sky, wich once was tinted in the
blue of freedom, shined in a red of despair.
The despair in the heart of the young man. The pain and the sorrow. Pain.
His sight, which was blured from the thick liquid running out of his eyes, went down to the ground.
Meeting the end of his hopes and dreams. The cruel world once took everything from him.
And now it is happening again. The floor on which he was standing on, was full of the bodies of his
friends and the town's people of the small village. The unknown enemy was no were to find.
His face moved towards the sky. His eyes were lifeless. His heart stopped moving. His desire to
live disappeared. He knew it was over. That everything was over.
An dark aura came out of his body. Darker than everything else. His "Darkness".
The blood, wich stained his hair, stayed.
His happiness faded. Turned into despair.
The despair faded. Turned into anger.
The anger faded. Turned into hatred.
It turned into an hatred like no one elses. His face moved to the corpses on the bloody ground.
With a look of disgust.
"Humans..." His voice sounded dark. The few strains of his hair who weren't covered by the
blood slowly turned into a bright white. His currently closed eyes opend and revealed an pair
of red eyes. The rippled pattern and the six tomoes glowed in the dark night.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The blood from his hand fell on the ground. The mystirious man moved his hand into his sight.
The blood reminded him of the past. Of a certain person. He shook his head in order to forget
about the past.
"Till this day I only suffered. The pain in my heart won't heal. No matter how long I will wait.
Injuries on the body will heal, but the injuries in your heart will remain. No matter what happens,
scars will always remain at the end." The now white haired man walked by the corpses of his
comarades and friends. "That's why I decided that in this world I can't find any hope. This world
has no meaning to me. I will..."
As he said his last words, some of the houses in the middle of the village crashed, making it
impossible to understand what he said. The man walked away, vanashing in the darkness.
Since that day, 4 years have passed. Without any sign of the cause for the destruction of the
small village and not even a single sighting of the white haired man stained in the red color of blood.
Only rumors go around the world. Telling of a man clad in pitch black. A man who leaves only
pure destruction behind him.
Hi there!
I hope you liked the first chapter of this story. It's actually my first story.
I'm sorry if there are some errors in the text. In my country, we don't speak English so it's not my native language. :D
Feel free to left a review so I know if you like the story. :D
Till next time,
Mukaryu.