Fan Fiction ❯ Samurai Sword ❯ A Sunset and a Promise ( Prologue )
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By: MilanthaChan 
...just read the title!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Samurai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 185 | Visits: 459 | Status: Work In Progress
...just read the title!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Samurai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 185 | Visits: 459 | Status: Work In Progress
Samurai Sword
::Prologue::
Dusk fell upon the town of Daida. One by one, all of the townspeople slipped quietly back into their homes for the night. Just outside the town's border's, nestled between two green hills, was the view of a wondrous sunset. But the sunset was marred slightly by the shadow of a small, lithe figure. Unbound rust-colored hair swirled around the person clothed in a simple, blue Hakama. Long, unruly bangs fell over a pale, delicate face, and startling gray eyes were just visible beneath them. The eyes quivered with unspoken emotion as they gazed quietly into the red and orange sky. The figure's left hand brushed the well-crafted sword at their waist, and a single, crystalline tear fell on it's Ebony handle. As more tears started to fall, the person whispered brokenly into the receding sunlight, "A new start... I will not allow your sacrifice to have been in vain... Cail." And with that, the person turned and started down the hill, pausing only to gather the discarded wooden staff, and then went on toward town.
::Prologue::
Dusk fell upon the town of Daida. One by one, all of the townspeople slipped quietly back into their homes for the night. Just outside the town's border's, nestled between two green hills, was the view of a wondrous sunset. But the sunset was marred slightly by the shadow of a small, lithe figure. Unbound rust-colored hair swirled around the person clothed in a simple, blue Hakama. Long, unruly bangs fell over a pale, delicate face, and startling gray eyes were just visible beneath them. The eyes quivered with unspoken emotion as they gazed quietly into the red and orange sky. The figure's left hand brushed the well-crafted sword at their waist, and a single, crystalline tear fell on it's Ebony handle. As more tears started to fall, the person whispered brokenly into the receding sunlight, "A new start... I will not allow your sacrifice to have been in vain... Cail." And with that, the person turned and started down the hill, pausing only to gather the discarded wooden staff, and then went on toward town.