sG Taka
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4th FF. Still trying out the new approach..it is not an action packed story. Please read and provide feedback, thank you! English is not my first language.
A cool, subtle breeze blew across a crowded blue sky as a young man journeyed under the trees of a forest he had yet to know the name of. It was a hot spring day, but the sun arranged an array of friendly shadows through the trees that protected the wandering man from the day's exhausting heat. Holding his head downwards, the man walked with poise through a trail that was decorated with fallen leaves and was penetrated by small, thin rays of sunlight that made their way through the empty gaps that existed in between the tree branches. Birds chanted, a waterfall echoed in the distance, and a number of unrecognized sounds resonated beautifully in the atmosphere. Colorful plants and flowers that had odd, psychedelic patterns emebelished the forest and strange, weird little creatures enriched the trail with their serene, almost mystical appearance.
A blonde, young man carrying a traditional Japanese hay hat and wearing a typical, light brown robe adorned with red, dragon-like curved patterns made his way deeper into an unknown forest. It was broad daylight, and yet, the young man rested his right forearm in the handle of the samurai sword he had equipped. Never losing his pace, the man continuously walked forward as if he knew where he was headed to. The young traveler lifted up his head, and with his left hand slightly held up his hat to try and catch a glimpse of those beautiful spring clouds that had followed him from the beginning of his journey. Truth is, men don't set out on journeys and wander around in such odd places for no reason. This man was searching for something, or rather, searching for someone.
He was looking for a friend he had lost quite some time ago. Not only that, he was searching for a way to repair their lost bond. The many laughs they shared, the passionate friendship that once coexisted between them, the inexplicable trust they once shared, the unforgettable experiences they had lived through; he could not afford to let all of those precious memories die.
A sorrowful, yet dedicated young man walked desolately across an odd forest in search for his best friend, hoping that it was not too late to retrieve what was once more valuable than his own life. The day was coming to an end, and the sun was setting upon the west, encompassing the forest and all of its surroundings in soft, lovely orange shade.
The traveling man was losing hope, as he had not yet found what he was looking for after having been searching for five consecutive years. On top of that, it was getting dark, and being in a stranger's land, the man was not aware of all possible dangers that awaited him in a forest that was turning obscure at night. However, with a stern but foolish dedication, the man decided to continue walking, mentally and physically prepared for the impending dangers that were waiting to lurk about the forest, in search for vulnerable, hopeless victims. He was willing to risk it all in order to retrieve that cherished friendship. He was willing to risk it all in order to retrieve that cherished friendship.
There was still some light in the day, but it was slowly and evenly fading away. The birds had stopped singing, the waterfall could no longer be heard, the pleasant incomprehensible sounds that once echoed beautifully in the background became preoccupations for a young man that now walked alone, in a dark and mysterious forest. Just as the day was coming to an end, a shadowy silhouette appeared in the distance. It was walking directly towards him, and with each second that passed the apparent figure came closer and closer to the travelling man.
"Could it be.." -were the first thoughts that came to the traveler's mind. Could it possibly be that finally, after searching for five years across distant lands, he had found what he was so desperately, and hopelessly looking for? A mixture of feelings began to overwhelm the poor traveler. So much, he stopped walking. His blood pressure rose, his heart began to beat exceedingly fast, he began to sweat and the air became harder to breathe. The man finally came close, and he was wearing the exact same clothing as the traveler, with a slightly different samurai sword and instead of a light brown shade to his robe, he wore a dark blue one.
With his head still facing downwards, the traveler tried to lift up his glance to see if he could identify who was walking towards him. To his surprise, the man was also wearing a hay hat and his had his face facing downwards so he could not identify who the man was. The traveler was anxious, sweaty, his pupils dilated and he strongly grasped his samurai sword, prepared for the worse. He was tired, drifting back and forth into the world of the unconscious, the traveler's head slightly swayed forward and backward. He was standing still, perplexed at the situation, and the other man was almost a foot close to him.
The once peaceful, bright forest transformed into a setting of distress and suspense. Time stood still, and air felt dense and heavy. The atmosphere felt immobile.
"Why would he stop?" -were the only thoughts that crossed the traveler's mind as the opposing man stopped right as he was about to pass him. Everything came down to this moment and both men stood still, as the final ray of light descended upon such a strange atmosphere. The traveler felt a dark, menacing aura surround him and could not help but notice a glooming red light emerge from eyes of the other man.
Finally getting the courage to talk, the traveler stuttered and insecurely asked: "B-Br-Brother, is that you?" The other man grinned, and simply looked at the traveler. That was enough.
The man fell down the floor, frightened and paralyzed. The demons of the past had come back to haunt him. A shivering feeling overcame his body, and he could not move. An immense feel of hatred and despair emerged from the other man that was still standing. He had found his best friend, but it was no longer the same person. A monster stood beside him, an inhumane figure resided to the side of a fallen hero. The traveler could not help but to desperately burst into tears. He had let his best friend be taken as a mere host by darkness, and he could do nothing about it.
It was too late.
A cool, subtle breeze blew across a crowded blue sky as a young man journeyed under the trees of a forest he had yet to know the name of. It was a hot spring day, but the sun arranged an array of friendly shadows through the trees that protected the wandering man from the day's exhausting heat. Holding his head downwards, the man walked with poise through a trail that was decorated with fallen leaves and was penetrated by small, thin rays of sunlight that made their way through the empty gaps that existed in between the tree branches. Birds chanted, a waterfall echoed in the distance, and a number of unrecognized sounds resonated beautifully in the atmosphere. Colorful plants and flowers that had odd, psychedelic patterns emebelished the forest and strange, weird little creatures enriched the trail with their serene, almost mystical appearance.
A blonde, young man carrying a traditional Japanese hay hat and wearing a typical, light brown robe adorned with red, dragon-like curved patterns made his way deeper into an unknown forest. It was broad daylight, and yet, the young man rested his right forearm in the handle of the samurai sword he had equipped. Never losing his pace, the man continuously walked forward as if he knew where he was headed to. The young traveler lifted up his head, and with his left hand slightly held up his hat to try and catch a glimpse of those beautiful spring clouds that had followed him from the beginning of his journey. Truth is, men don't set out on journeys and wander around in such odd places for no reason. This man was searching for something, or rather, searching for someone.
He was looking for a friend he had lost quite some time ago. Not only that, he was searching for a way to repair their lost bond. The many laughs they shared, the passionate friendship that once coexisted between them, the inexplicable trust they once shared, the unforgettable experiences they had lived through; he could not afford to let all of those precious memories die.
A sorrowful, yet dedicated young man walked desolately across an odd forest in search for his best friend, hoping that it was not too late to retrieve what was once more valuable than his own life. The day was coming to an end, and the sun was setting upon the west, encompassing the forest and all of its surroundings in soft, lovely orange shade.
The traveling man was losing hope, as he had not yet found what he was looking for after having been searching for five consecutive years. On top of that, it was getting dark, and being in a stranger's land, the man was not aware of all possible dangers that awaited him in a forest that was turning obscure at night. However, with a stern but foolish dedication, the man decided to continue walking, mentally and physically prepared for the impending dangers that were waiting to lurk about the forest, in search for vulnerable, hopeless victims. He was willing to risk it all in order to retrieve that cherished friendship. He was willing to risk it all in order to retrieve that cherished friendship.
There was still some light in the day, but it was slowly and evenly fading away. The birds had stopped singing, the waterfall could no longer be heard, the pleasant incomprehensible sounds that once echoed beautifully in the background became preoccupations for a young man that now walked alone, in a dark and mysterious forest. Just as the day was coming to an end, a shadowy silhouette appeared in the distance. It was walking directly towards him, and with each second that passed the apparent figure came closer and closer to the travelling man.
"Could it be.." -were the first thoughts that came to the traveler's mind. Could it possibly be that finally, after searching for five years across distant lands, he had found what he was so desperately, and hopelessly looking for? A mixture of feelings began to overwhelm the poor traveler. So much, he stopped walking. His blood pressure rose, his heart began to beat exceedingly fast, he began to sweat and the air became harder to breathe. The man finally came close, and he was wearing the exact same clothing as the traveler, with a slightly different samurai sword and instead of a light brown shade to his robe, he wore a dark blue one.
With his head still facing downwards, the traveler tried to lift up his glance to see if he could identify who was walking towards him. To his surprise, the man was also wearing a hay hat and his had his face facing downwards so he could not identify who the man was. The traveler was anxious, sweaty, his pupils dilated and he strongly grasped his samurai sword, prepared for the worse. He was tired, drifting back and forth into the world of the unconscious, the traveler's head slightly swayed forward and backward. He was standing still, perplexed at the situation, and the other man was almost a foot close to him.
The once peaceful, bright forest transformed into a setting of distress and suspense. Time stood still, and air felt dense and heavy. The atmosphere felt immobile.
"Why would he stop?" -were the only thoughts that crossed the traveler's mind as the opposing man stopped right as he was about to pass him. Everything came down to this moment and both men stood still, as the final ray of light descended upon such a strange atmosphere. The traveler felt a dark, menacing aura surround him and could not help but notice a glooming red light emerge from eyes of the other man.
Finally getting the courage to talk, the traveler stuttered and insecurely asked: "B-Br-Brother, is that you?" The other man grinned, and simply looked at the traveler. That was enough.
The man fell down the floor, frightened and paralyzed. The demons of the past had come back to haunt him. A shivering feeling overcame his body, and he could not move. An immense feel of hatred and despair emerged from the other man that was still standing. He had found his best friend, but it was no longer the same person. A monster stood beside him, an inhumane figure resided to the side of a fallen hero. The traveler could not help but to desperately burst into tears. He had let his best friend be taken as a mere host by darkness, and he could do nothing about it.
It was too late.
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