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Summary: A Ryo one shot----A lost spirit that has became rekindled, and his eternal remembrance of what he once had, has now been found once again.
Pyre for Wildfire
The forest used to be filled with life. Trees were once in full bloom, as their branches seemed to have reached endlessly into the sky. Some time ago, birds soared overhead as they liberated the air with their songs. A river trickled through what used to be a small valley. But instead of life, nothing was left except charred, and barren wasteland of death. The trees were nothing more than petrified headstones for the creatures that at one time lived within its protective branches. The once beautiful river was nothing more than dried up mud. And the enchanted songs the birds sang, were nothing but haunted echoes.
But in the mist of all of the death and destruction, there stood a man with raven-black hair, and tiger-blue eyes. He stared intensely at the intertwined red and yellow flames as they consumed what was once left from a legend that began long ago.
His mind reflected back to the different times when he and his friends were called upon to save the mortal world. The role of being the leader laid heavily upon his soul. Ryo never asked for it, but for some reason, the fates decided that he would be the one that the others looked towards for guidance. But why him? Why did it have to be him that was chosen?
Ryo closed his eyes and frowned deeply as he looked away from the flames. The one memory out of many that haunted him the most was he and his friends on their first encounter with Talpa, and that he regained his armor. The picture was so clear in his mind. He saw a cherry tree in full bloom. There was a light breeze, it softly blew off blossoms of the cherry tree. His four friends were floating on their backs, with their eyes closed. And he slowly landed beside them. Ryo softly said each name of his friends in a gentle whisper. His soul was tired from fighting, he just wanted to rest and be with them for eternity. As soon as he landed, cherry blossoms gently drifted down around each of them like the first snow fall in winter.
Ryo opened his eyes as a tear rolled down. He then looked back towards the flames, it was then he finally admitted to himself. It was the one fear he had the most was that someday he'd fail them as he saw his friends floating there, unmoving.
A ringing sound interrupted his thoughts. He frowned deeply as he reached into his pocket and took out his cell. A message was on there to have him meet up with the others as soon as possible. Ryo put the phone back into his pocket and watched as the flames slowly started to phase out.
He then mounted his motorcycle, and dawned his helmet. "Goodbye, armor of Wildfire. You've helped me see what was hidden within myself. I finally understand what you've been trying to tell me. Now, I know what I must do. But what is more important, with the on coming war, I know that I have my friends. And that's all I need in order to win this fight."
A single tear ran down Ryo's cheek when he lowered his visor. The loud roar of his engine echoed throughout the forest as he rode off into the sunrise.