A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for the support.
I've been doing this for awhile, and...well, its been fun. So thanks. It means a lot, and it always will.
In other news depression's starting to hit even harder these damn days. Like a sledgehammer paired with concrete.
Sometimes I wonder why I do anything at all. I can't claim to understand what's going wrong with my head anymore. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way! One moment I'm fine, then my mood craters for a few hours, then I'm back again for a bit, and the cycle repeats. On and on, round the bend, forever and without end! Its rather annoying; as though I've become a prisoner in my own mind sometimes. Sure, what's one more mental problem on the pile. Not like I don't have enough, what with already being this old. Feels like every day is a battle sometimes. Meanwhile, my doctor insists that I'm fine. Take a health walk he says. Go fishing. You'll be fine.
*siiiigh*
Right. Suuuure.
Don't bloody feel fine, doc.
As ever, I own no quotes, references, quotes, themes or memes! They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I.
I'm just an old man who writes as a pastime. I don't make any money doing this, not a single cent.
I've kept you waiting long enough, lets go.
"We all choose our own beginning, and our ending.
But is it the ending of a beginning, or merely the beginning of an ending?
That's the beauty of a story, I suppose. We all take something different away from it."
~?
A Most Unlikely Mire
Naruto staggered out of the mud.
It clung to him as he emerged from the mire that had once been a park, this tainted filth of the destroyed Holy Grail, and yet it didn't touch him. Strange as that might sound, there was a reason for that duality. He could feel it on his skin, dragging at his bare upper torso and sloughing off his shoulders as she staggered to freedom, but it didn't touch him. Not his soul, not the spark that made him...well, him. His mind was his own, keenly aware of each passing moment, the chill of the night air, and the faint tingle of his exposed skin.
The war was over.
No sacrifice, no victory, but no defeat either.
In the wake of neither, he experienced only...peace.
He had destroyed the corrupted Grail in a single cataclysmic blast and drowned in the black mud that came pouring out. Yet he hadn't died. Somehow he'd survived and been granted a new body. A new life, leaving all the trappings of the old behind. Huh, neat. Rather liked the sound of that. No more chaos, no more war, no more people telling him what to say, how to do things, or who to be.
Really, he could be someone else.
Anyone he wanted to be.
He started walking.
A/N: Aaaand scene~!
I deliberately left this mostly threadbare for a reason. Its a template, to see what folks might think of it.
Well? What do you think? Don't hold back, I can't take it...I hope.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
So...in the immortal words of Atlas...
...Revieeeeew, Would You Kindly?
Now previews here.
Its time to rest.
R&R! =D
