Fourth remake of the same pie, same taste, different writing -.-
Introduction
It has been years since he last step foot on Verona. Highland had changed so much after he left. Fall Village was where he grew up as an outcast, but he didn’t think. He didn’t anticipate for his home to be obliterated just that easy.
After the war between the two kingdoms of Geneva Baravia fell into the hands of the empire and grew even more in power.
After a long walk, he finally found the spot, the grave he was asked to dig so very long ago, by a man who became his master. He stopped, and stood like a statue, standing still behind before the retreating sun was a boy standing 5’7 wearing a hoodie over his head. His hair was silver like a wolves, eyes blue like the sky. He had this sorrow in his eyes, looking deep into the river, like seeing beyond all boundaries, breaking it all down, going back in time.
He knelt, and picked 3 round stones from a pile. He balanced them above each other making something like a mini stone pyramid over the grave of something important. “Master…” He spoke, whispering the words that couldn’t escape his lips. He was breathing, desperately gasping for air from the tears that were already falling. "Everyone..."
Dead people turn to things, as they no longer appear significant when they die, but for those who lost this people turned things, its a different story.
-chapter one to be added ^_^
Introduction
It has been years since he last step foot on Verona. Highland had changed so much after he left. Fall Village was where he grew up as an outcast, but he didn’t think. He didn’t anticipate for his home to be obliterated just that easy.
After the war between the two kingdoms of Geneva Baravia fell into the hands of the empire and grew even more in power.
After a long walk, he finally found the spot, the grave he was asked to dig so very long ago, by a man who became his master. He stopped, and stood like a statue, standing still behind before the retreating sun was a boy standing 5’7 wearing a hoodie over his head. His hair was silver like a wolves, eyes blue like the sky. He had this sorrow in his eyes, looking deep into the river, like seeing beyond all boundaries, breaking it all down, going back in time.
He knelt, and picked 3 round stones from a pile. He balanced them above each other making something like a mini stone pyramid over the grave of something important. “Master…” He spoke, whispering the words that couldn’t escape his lips. He was breathing, desperately gasping for air from the tears that were already falling. "Everyone..."
Dead people turn to things, as they no longer appear significant when they die, but for those who lost this people turned things, its a different story.
-chapter one to be added ^_^
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