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Ashes of Reminiscence [Private/Ask to Join Only] [Taichou/Henrex]
Thu May 31, 2018 4:38 pm
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CALM BEFORE THE STORM
Artist: Celtic Thunder - Song: Noreen
The chilly night sky bit at the male's exposed arms and fingers, sending chills that quickly snapped him back to reality. As he soared through the air, he looked down, smiling as he saw her. His arms remained safely secure around her, keeping her close to him. If time would stop right here and now, he wouldn't mind at all -- so long as he was with her.
But, where they were going was somewhere...very special. A place that Henrex originally thought that he would never return to. The events that happened there -- so much blood spilled...so many bodies, with all of it being swirled into a blaze that would burn everything to the ground. It was obvious why he never intended to return at first.
The memories that it contained were too painful to bear.
But now? As Taichou was with him, he no longer felt overwhelmed by these intense feelings of sorrow, nostalgia, and fear. She deserved to know where he came from...and how he came to be in the spiritual world. Thus, as they came closer and closer to the mountain, Henrex descended lower and lower, silently touching the summit as his arms opened to release his companion.
He turned to her, softly brushing the hair from her eyes as a warm, loving smile spread across his features.
"I wanted to take you here, because...this is where I died."
Taking a step away from her and turning around, he stared at the blackened ruin around him. Buildings, once healthy and prosperous, now charred and tattered. The faded, ancient scent of blood filled the top of the mountain like ozone, blackened red sprayed across the ground, centuries old and long since fresh.
Suddenly...air felt like it had been stolen from his lungs. The overwhelming nature of all of the events of the past felt suffocating as he stood there, frozen and unable to move. Soon, he lowered his head to the ground, his voice only able to be higher than a mumble:
"...This is my home, Wudang Mountain."
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