[P. FB Thread] Shield for Your Eyes. A well.
Dec 23, 2011 23:09:08 GMT -8
Post by vetti vedi vicious on Dec 23, 2011 23:09:08 GMT -8
EVENTS IN DENSE FOG... SIX MONTHS AFTER THE WAR
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It was still hard to believe. It was all over, and they had somehow "won" the whole thing. Her village, the ruin she was raised in, had destroyed two villages entirely, and ransacked another even earlier. If that wasn't enough, there was an entire revolution soon after, even in her own village. Even Kirino was able to recognize the sorrow not only in her village, but caused by her village. Yet, despite all of this, she was still alive, and her kind, which was now looked down upon by many, still played an active role in government. Even with all of these awful events, she had her pride, her love for her village, though it was far from unwavering. Just after the wars, she had considered leaving the village. Unfortunately, Kirino was far too late to act. As she had just been considered such things, it was announced that traitors would be hunted down without mercy, as if terrorists. This gave her little choice. She had to mend her own heart, alone now, her friends having died in the great war of her generation.
Where did this leave her though? Well, on a routine patrol. The landscape before her was disheveled as Kirino's own figure: muddy, misty, humid, foggy. Each step on the path she took brought more wet dirt onto her feet, though she had stopped caring much earlier. On her right, a fairly large forest, trees not all too tall, but stretching far enough to get lost in the fog. On her left, a small raised plain that had a few trees scattered about, the plain raised roughly five meters upwards in comparison to the road Kirino walked. As for Kirino's own wardrobe, she had taken to wearing thick, white tank tops recently, as she was currently, and blue athletic shorts. That, and her hair was unusually mangled and curled, though still long, reaching her shoulders despite this. At a distance one might guess she was just a student from the city (which she was not far from at this point) going for a jog, but closer inspection would clearly reveal the headband tied around her bare right bicep.
The city was her destination. Officially, this was a patrol, taking her from the village to the city and back. Unofficially, she was going to make a stop in Water 7. The extra hour she was planning to spend there would go generally unnoticed anyway, since Kirino was known for taking breaks on her patrols to camp out and scout suspicious areas. Her plan was to meet with the parents of one of her friends who had died in the war, said friends' parents having moved to Water 7 after the war had ended. It wouldn't be the first time she would be paying them a visit, but it was something she did rather frequently. Now without a daughter, it seemed the old couple enjoyed Kirino's company greatly. It was the least she could do, she couldn't stand to see them so sad, even if her actions did put her in a slightly awkward position.
She was nearing the village now, but had not yet made her way to the crossroads, so she still wasn't safe, unfortunately. At the crossroads, the roads Kiri and Water 7 met, the roads leading out of Water 7 being much safer than those in the vicinity of Kiri for fairly obvious reasons. Despite walking this patrol many times, she had encountered very few bandits or anything of the like, but the few times she had it was on this route. However, even with this being the case, she wasn't on guard not at all. Her mind was far elsewhere, venturing to places she did not know existed, that she had only discovered over the course of the war. The violence of the revolts, the hatred of her fellow citizens, the fact her friends had died in such a manner that they were not able to be buried. Kirino had never been able to say goodbye. That's what really got to her.
There was something moving above her, on the raised plain. She didn't notice.
