Chapter 1: No more Oracion Seis
The forest was quiet, save for the animals he could Hear scurrying about. There was a river somewhere nearby, but Cobra didn't care for a drink at that moment. The Poison Dragonslayer sat slumped against a tree, his narrow eyes gazing up at the sky that peeked down through the branches of the surrounding forest. All bright and cheery, the sun shining its light down on everything below.
His lips twisted into a frown. He felt like the sky was mocking him.
No more home. No more feared reputation. No more Oracion Seis. No more Racer, Angel, Hoteye, Midnight, Klodoa, Zero, or Brain. But the loss of all that paled in comparison to the one he missed the most…
"No more Cuberos," Cobra muttered darkly, the thought of his missing beloved friend paining him as he dug his nails into the barked roots of the tree he leaned against.
Don't get a wrong idea. This idea I find out from Cobra's tumblr.
