By: aures
Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk. (sighs) but I own this creation of mine! Bwahahahah!
Oki, unto the explanation for this story can be a very confusing one. Kasteria is like a world, like our earth and the people here on earth called it the Unknown World, and there, there's magic, wars and etc. ^^
I guess my mind is quite imaginative today. Hahahaha. I was planning to make this a series but I'll think about it because I'm a very lazy human being. ^_^ Hehe… I hope you'll like this one. Enjoy!
Legends:
"…" Dialogue
'…' Thoughts of the characters
(--) Story inserts; meanings for better understanding
[--] Self inserts
"Four kingdoms in the land of Kasteria. Four kingdoms that rules. Four kingdoms that seize the power of magic and beauty. Shoyo, the land of earth where nature lives. Kainandai, the land of air and there riches dawned. Ryonan, the land surrounded by water and mist. And Shohoku, the land where fire was blessed by the gods…"
PrologueHe sat motionless on the floor covered with mortal blood and aging dirt. His chains were rusted and the walls around him showed writings of evil minds humans could only blame upon. Only a bleary light entered the petty window up high the pitched-black cell for him to see his ambiance. He was locked up with only his poignant memories to company him. With only the memory of a smile to lighten his dreary heart.
He was now worn-out. He cannot move his body anymore. His dark wings lay flat on the floor, wounded and frayed, as he leaned on the hard wall. The cell was getting cold as night skulks in, yet he could not feel its growing frostiness, what an immortal like him could never feel. For he is an angel, an angel of death and he has to do something—fast, before it's too late. His eyes roamed the place he is in. But all he saw was a barren, cold room with no way out.
His heart had gone cold and his hand reach out for something to grasp, something to make his feet stand up. But he can't find anything. Only the clammy air that surrounds him.
What are they doing now? They took away the only precious treasure he ever had in a long time. The only thing that brings happiness into this monotonous life of his. And the only thing that an immortal like him should never have. It was against the heavens rules. But now that he has her, he'd rather lose his life. His immortality.
A tear ominously fell down his cheeks, a tear angels never shed.
But if only he could touch her face for the very last time. If only he could kiss her lips once more.
I'll be safe.
I'll be free once again…
