Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Sorrow of the Dragon ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: You know the deal with disclaimers and all. So do I have to go there? All I own is the plot, Jenna, a few other later mentioned charas, and so on and so forth.... I'll note them later. And I am not too sure on the color of the Warlord's under gears, so please bare with me! Gomen-nasai! Ja for now!

Jenna

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Prologue

Her staff clanged as she concentrated her power into it. The fire that she used to meditate by blazed as the gold rings on the priceless, powerful rod clanged louder. Her lips softly murmured a chant in ancient words that had been long since dead. Her deep blue hair flared around her, picking up off of the floor along with small flaps of her multi-colored, gorgeous kimono. She kept her hands in position in front of her, with her pale skinned fingers laced into one another. Her deep colored eyes remained closed, as her lips were the only things of flesh that moved, that made a human sound.

Behind her, three under geared warriors knelt on one knee, their armors protecting them from the intense heat of the flame. The one furthest to her left had pale, almost silver hair, and his only visible eye was closed, like the mistress in front of him. A patch to hide it covered his other deep toned eye; for what reason, no one knew. His brown under gear had no reflection other then a dull luster from the flame.

The one directly behind the praying girl was clad in deep green sub armor. His matching green hair had sweat pouring from it, due to the radiant heat that the burning fire put off. His eyes, which resembled that of a snake, were closed as, just like the others. He, like the warrior beside him, made no sound.

The final of the three was tiring from sitting so long. It did not seem that they had been kneeling for five hours, but they had been. This warrior was clad in pale orange-red body armor, and had blue hair. A scar was cast over his left, blue eye as he had them closed.

As if the final of the noted warrior's prayer to be able to move had been answered, the fire slowly died into the old, worn, concrete basin that it was in and the reverberating sound of the clanging staff stopped. The gold rings ceased to move, hanging limply from either side of the top of the staff, supported in the air by dark blue, almost black trident like rods jutting out from the sides of the rod. The girl slowly stood, her voice having stopped with the staff. She then took her ancient stave in her hand and faced her comrades as they opened their eyes the moment that she did and looked at her.

In her soft, young voice, she whispered, "The time has come to reawaken the armors… Evil dwells near."