Nothing about him had changed from the day before. Same clothes he'd worn when he left the village, his sandals still caked with blood and recently gathered mud from the docks as the ship made berth at the Kokorikoshi Port. A walk spanning nearly half the day, temporally, and ten miles, spatially, ended finally as he gazed upon the once virtuous village which had now been reduced to a pile of rubble. No guards at the crumbling gates. No scouts perched upon watch towers and no watch towers for scouts to be perched upon. The village had been devastated. Destroyed. Razed. Which only made things easier for him... to forge his legacy. This village would be the first step. And the last. It was time.
[To Kiri>>>]
Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:51 pm by 
