Bloodlines (Closed)
Mar 30, 2014 13:32:50 GMT -7
Post by Morei Haji on Mar 30, 2014 13:32:50 GMT -7
Home.
That's where I was headed. I had been gone for a while, a few months at the least. In that time, I had grown considerably stronger. I wasn't yet the Sword Saint that my father expected me to become, but I felt like I could finally face him. I felt like I could finally tell him I wanted something more than to just live out his failed aspirations. With his injury preventing him from ever becoming strong himself, and with the tragedy that bestowed our clan fifteen years ago, he decided to force his dreams upon me. And for a while, I believed it was something I should do. Maybe I still should, but it wasn't because of my father anymore. I had found my own purpose.
So somehow, I found my way back to Owari. To my home village. I did not think I would return here for a while, but something in my gut told me it was the right time for this. For all I knew, something big could happen soon that would cause me to be unable to return home... or even possibly die before I had the chance to see my father again. With everything that I had been involved in lately, I wasn't surprised if I met my end soon, despite my newfound strength. Something told me there were plenty of people stronger than myself, perhaps even stronger than Takehiro. But despite all of this, I would stand firm to my beliefs. It was the right thing to do as a man and a soldier. The right thing to do as a son.
Walking through the village, it seemed slightly... different from how it was when I left. A lot looked the same, and yet... it felt emptier. Some of the buildings looked run down. It seemed as if something had transpired in my absence... but what?
Not taking the time to observe much else, I began to run in the direction of my home, starting to worry suddenly. Arriving there, it was in no better shape, much to my fears. "Father!" I would call out, bursting through the door into the home. The inside was a mess, it looked as if there had been a huge fight in here. There was blood on the floor, as well slashes along the walls and ground, looking like they came from a sword. In the corner, in a heap, was... my father.
I ran over to him, lifting him up and shaking him awake. "Father! What happened here?" His eyes would open slowly, and a weak smile would form on his lips. "H-Haji... it's... really you... they... they found me..." I didn't understand who they were, or why they were looking for my father, but he was in critical condition. I attempted to stand up, supporting him. We had to get him to the doctor now. "Not now, father... save your strength..." I told him as I began to walk us to the door.
"H-Haji... they have her..." He choked out, and I still wasn't sure by what he meant of any of this. Despite my attempts to calm him, he continued to talk.
"They have... your sister... Hikari..."
That's where I was headed. I had been gone for a while, a few months at the least. In that time, I had grown considerably stronger. I wasn't yet the Sword Saint that my father expected me to become, but I felt like I could finally face him. I felt like I could finally tell him I wanted something more than to just live out his failed aspirations. With his injury preventing him from ever becoming strong himself, and with the tragedy that bestowed our clan fifteen years ago, he decided to force his dreams upon me. And for a while, I believed it was something I should do. Maybe I still should, but it wasn't because of my father anymore. I had found my own purpose.
So somehow, I found my way back to Owari. To my home village. I did not think I would return here for a while, but something in my gut told me it was the right time for this. For all I knew, something big could happen soon that would cause me to be unable to return home... or even possibly die before I had the chance to see my father again. With everything that I had been involved in lately, I wasn't surprised if I met my end soon, despite my newfound strength. Something told me there were plenty of people stronger than myself, perhaps even stronger than Takehiro. But despite all of this, I would stand firm to my beliefs. It was the right thing to do as a man and a soldier. The right thing to do as a son.
Walking through the village, it seemed slightly... different from how it was when I left. A lot looked the same, and yet... it felt emptier. Some of the buildings looked run down. It seemed as if something had transpired in my absence... but what?
Not taking the time to observe much else, I began to run in the direction of my home, starting to worry suddenly. Arriving there, it was in no better shape, much to my fears. "Father!" I would call out, bursting through the door into the home. The inside was a mess, it looked as if there had been a huge fight in here. There was blood on the floor, as well slashes along the walls and ground, looking like they came from a sword. In the corner, in a heap, was... my father.
I ran over to him, lifting him up and shaking him awake. "Father! What happened here?" His eyes would open slowly, and a weak smile would form on his lips. "H-Haji... it's... really you... they... they found me..." I didn't understand who they were, or why they were looking for my father, but he was in critical condition. I attempted to stand up, supporting him. We had to get him to the doctor now. "Not now, father... save your strength..." I told him as I began to walk us to the door.
"H-Haji... they have her..." He choked out, and I still wasn't sure by what he meant of any of this. Despite my attempts to calm him, he continued to talk.
"They have... your sister... Hikari..."
