Post by Lightning Farron on Mar 20, 2021 22:42:59 GMT -5
 | Wishes and dreams I want to come true. The feelings I wish I could tell you. A miracle created from the things I've always believed is connected to the future. Always, always I want you to watch over me, my dear friend. |
● Make my wish come true...
let darkness slip aside
let darkness slip aside
Lightning felt at ease in the coliseum. It reminded her of the days she spent fighting through Yusnaan's Slaughterhouse in hopes of reaching her goal and leaving behind her role as Reaper. It felt like centuries ago, but it has been but a few scant months. The world was soon plagued by pulses of dark energy that took the form of malicious avatars that twisted and twitched, lurching at hapless victims throughout the long nights. These beings, she had come to learn, were called Heartless and they were misshapen facsimiles of sundered hearts lost to the void.
While she was not one of the chosen who could smite the apparitions, she had to at least try to find a means to forefend against them if she had any hopes of warding her home from their continued intrusions. Standing amidst the obstacles of the Arena: Lightning had been compelled to take a break on the edge of the raised wall that separated the crowd from the dangers that often lurched about the training grounds haphazardly. She had come to admire its hero and all that he stood for. In many ways the bravado of Hercules often reminded her of a warrior she once stood shoulder to shoulder to between the Cycles. It was a far fling memory, so much so she could not clearly recall his face, save for a scar that marred his youthful face. It was something that stood out as the young man's personality did not suit the injury. Or, perhaps, such an injury did not suit one so kind.
"You yet remain." A disembodied voice rang between her ears.
Lightning could not help the smile that pinched the edges of her eyes, the comment only meant to tease. "I know I've been here since the tournament, and though I lost I feel a certain attachment to it." She still held onto those memories because she was one of the few who could still remember those halcyon days.
"That is not you."
She knew they were right, though. She was no fighter. Ever since that day it had been a position she had forced into herself to protect those around her. Even now the only reason she continued to fight was because she had to protect her friends and family. Those she knew through their shared trials and tribulations and those she had met along the way to here .
"Of course," she answered. "I'm just waiting. I was led to this time for a reason." She did not feel she had found what it was.
Her fight against Namine had only proven this to be her truth. If she was to move on she would have done so in her victory but her loss has given her pause enough to sense a nearby Gate. Until she completed her task she would be unable to open it. That was her goal, but in the meantime she would fight, get stronger and watch the crowds come and go in the waves of hercules' challenges. For now she sat on the stone seats of the theater, looking into the arena. With her sword in hand: it rest in front of her, its blade buried into the aging stone and her crystal eyes taking in the sight of the amphitheater. Here was where she was going to make her last stand, but she did not know who her opponent would be.
Outside of the arena gates a great, white horse strode along, seemingly content to graze on the sweet grasses just outside. It was a strange looking equine that it had a metal hide that shone against the afternoon sun and a set of four eyes which had a sapphire gaze both unnatural and as vivid as the cloudless skies. Its hooves seemed to clap with the muted hum of thunder as all four toes touched to the ground. Raising its head the horse looked to the Coliseum gates: ears swiveling towards the entrance before it reared and raced off.
While she was not one of the chosen who could smite the apparitions, she had to at least try to find a means to forefend against them if she had any hopes of warding her home from their continued intrusions. Standing amidst the obstacles of the Arena: Lightning had been compelled to take a break on the edge of the raised wall that separated the crowd from the dangers that often lurched about the training grounds haphazardly. She had come to admire its hero and all that he stood for. In many ways the bravado of Hercules often reminded her of a warrior she once stood shoulder to shoulder to between the Cycles. It was a far fling memory, so much so she could not clearly recall his face, save for a scar that marred his youthful face. It was something that stood out as the young man's personality did not suit the injury. Or, perhaps, such an injury did not suit one so kind.
"You yet remain." A disembodied voice rang between her ears.
Lightning could not help the smile that pinched the edges of her eyes, the comment only meant to tease. "I know I've been here since the tournament, and though I lost I feel a certain attachment to it." She still held onto those memories because she was one of the few who could still remember those halcyon days.
"That is not you."
She knew they were right, though. She was no fighter. Ever since that day it had been a position she had forced into herself to protect those around her. Even now the only reason she continued to fight was because she had to protect her friends and family. Those she knew through their shared trials and tribulations and those she had met along the way to here .
"Of course," she answered. "I'm just waiting. I was led to this time for a reason." She did not feel she had found what it was.
Her fight against Namine had only proven this to be her truth. If she was to move on she would have done so in her victory but her loss has given her pause enough to sense a nearby Gate. Until she completed her task she would be unable to open it. That was her goal, but in the meantime she would fight, get stronger and watch the crowds come and go in the waves of hercules' challenges. For now she sat on the stone seats of the theater, looking into the arena. With her sword in hand: it rest in front of her, its blade buried into the aging stone and her crystal eyes taking in the sight of the amphitheater. Here was where she was going to make her last stand, but she did not know who her opponent would be.
Outside of the arena gates a great, white horse strode along, seemingly content to graze on the sweet grasses just outside. It was a strange looking equine that it had a metal hide that shone against the afternoon sun and a set of four eyes which had a sapphire gaze both unnatural and as vivid as the cloudless skies. Its hooves seemed to clap with the muted hum of thunder as all four toes touched to the ground. Raising its head the horse looked to the Coliseum gates: ears swiveling towards the entrance before it reared and raced off.
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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