A single leathery wing, flung out with disregard to any and all around.
Hooked claws, talons if you would, sharp as knives and just as long. Spread
in anger, fighting off an invisible enemy. Curving tail, lashing with
blinding fury. And an eye.a single white orb, brilliantly shining. But
still.it looked as if it possessed great knowledge. As if you could learn
your whole life, and not possess a fraction of the wisdom captured in that
one single eye.
Minako sighed and stared at the picture she held in her hand. It was a dragon, coiling up from the underworld, poised to slay unwary travelers who dared to venture near its den. Minako hugged her knees and stared off the cliff that she sat upon, into the starry night sky. Sitting on this hill gave her a depressing rush. Not quite sad, but.there was no happiness. More as if all emotions had been drained from her except her faith in human life.
Minako stared downwards, looking at the ocean below. It crashed noiselessly against the rocks, sending saltwater spraying in every direction. A particularly large wave broke against the rock wall, sending a light mist upwards, lightly cleansing Minako's face. She smiled and looked up at the stars again. Lately, Ami had been showing her the constellations, picking out the Zodiac signs inparticular. She could find Gemini, Cancer, and.Aquarius.
Minako sighed, her cheerful expression fading. Aquarius reminded her of someone she had once met, a boy at Crossroads. He had been kind to her, and she had held a party for him on his birthday, February 12th. A month later, he had died in a car crash.his last word was "Mina".
A silent tear began to course down her cheek. She scrubbed it away, not daring to think of the night she had spent crying when she had heard. She had stayed up late, looking at the only picture she had of them together. It had been a week before the accident, standing on the very same cliff she now sat on. In fact.the picture she held had been given to her by him. She let loose any restraints now, tears openly flowing down her cheeks. She sobbed and cried and wept until she had no more tears. She continued shaking uncontrollably for a few moments.
Minako looked up, her face still stained from her tears. She looked at the paper in her hand, gazing at it for one last time. She crumpled it in her hand, letting a few more tears fall on the paper. As she stood up, she let the wind snatch the paper from her hand, and turned her back as the sea claimed her most treasured possession.
Minako sighed and stared at the picture she held in her hand. It was a dragon, coiling up from the underworld, poised to slay unwary travelers who dared to venture near its den. Minako hugged her knees and stared off the cliff that she sat upon, into the starry night sky. Sitting on this hill gave her a depressing rush. Not quite sad, but.there was no happiness. More as if all emotions had been drained from her except her faith in human life.
Minako stared downwards, looking at the ocean below. It crashed noiselessly against the rocks, sending saltwater spraying in every direction. A particularly large wave broke against the rock wall, sending a light mist upwards, lightly cleansing Minako's face. She smiled and looked up at the stars again. Lately, Ami had been showing her the constellations, picking out the Zodiac signs inparticular. She could find Gemini, Cancer, and.Aquarius.
Minako sighed, her cheerful expression fading. Aquarius reminded her of someone she had once met, a boy at Crossroads. He had been kind to her, and she had held a party for him on his birthday, February 12th. A month later, he had died in a car crash.his last word was "Mina".
A silent tear began to course down her cheek. She scrubbed it away, not daring to think of the night she had spent crying when she had heard. She had stayed up late, looking at the only picture she had of them together. It had been a week before the accident, standing on the very same cliff she now sat on. In fact.the picture she held had been given to her by him. She let loose any restraints now, tears openly flowing down her cheeks. She sobbed and cried and wept until she had no more tears. She continued shaking uncontrollably for a few moments.
Minako looked up, her face still stained from her tears. She looked at the paper in her hand, gazing at it for one last time. She crumpled it in her hand, letting a few more tears fall on the paper. As she stood up, she let the wind snatch the paper from her hand, and turned her back as the sea claimed her most treasured possession.