Post by Whiteshadow on Apr 20, 2007 17:56:11 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Crow had much time on his own. It had not been a fortnight yet, and the first battle of TMA felt like a distant memory to him. A haunting one. Crow walked to the shore. He now owned more then he had come to TMA with. He carried everything with him today.
His golden hilt rapier was strapped firmly to him belt. Crow had bought this sword when his broad sword was destroyed by a powerful witch in the battle. It was full of spells and enchantments, and never let Crow down. It's hilt was made of a golden hinted metal, and the blade weighed as much as the handle, a perfect balance. His hunting knife was also strapped opposite from it.
In the pocket of his pants, was the small Kiwi orb given to him by his master teacher, Morraine. A chain summoning necklace that he received in his summoning class hung around his neck. And finally, held loosely in his right hand, was a wooden staff.
This staff was made of a strong, light wood of which Crow did not know of. It was carved for him by his friend Tetsu when his old staff was broken. In that battle, Crow's father's cloak was destroyed, his sword was destroyed, his staff was destroyed, and so were his memories he held dear. The destroyed remains of his belongings was strewn about the battlefield by the next day. Crow picked them up, and now held them in a wooden box in his right hand. Metal shards of his sword, wooden shards of his staff, and cloth pieces from his old cloak.
He set his belongings down, and walked into the water barefoot. He let the water rise to his ankles, and raised his hands slowly. The water surged up through his pores, running through his body, until his water content was pleasingly high. The water cleansed his skin, the ran through his hair, pushing it back before he shot the translucent water into the trees. Crow hadn't felt such a feeling in a long time. He had heard rumors about this lake, and had a feeling it was the right place for what he was about to do. He held his hand out, and started to move the water in the middle of the lake, hoping to wake what lied beneath.
His golden hilt rapier was strapped firmly to him belt. Crow had bought this sword when his broad sword was destroyed by a powerful witch in the battle. It was full of spells and enchantments, and never let Crow down. It's hilt was made of a golden hinted metal, and the blade weighed as much as the handle, a perfect balance. His hunting knife was also strapped opposite from it.
In the pocket of his pants, was the small Kiwi orb given to him by his master teacher, Morraine. A chain summoning necklace that he received in his summoning class hung around his neck. And finally, held loosely in his right hand, was a wooden staff.
This staff was made of a strong, light wood of which Crow did not know of. It was carved for him by his friend Tetsu when his old staff was broken. In that battle, Crow's father's cloak was destroyed, his sword was destroyed, his staff was destroyed, and so were his memories he held dear. The destroyed remains of his belongings was strewn about the battlefield by the next day. Crow picked them up, and now held them in a wooden box in his right hand. Metal shards of his sword, wooden shards of his staff, and cloth pieces from his old cloak.
He set his belongings down, and walked into the water barefoot. He let the water rise to his ankles, and raised his hands slowly. The water surged up through his pores, running through his body, until his water content was pleasingly high. The water cleansed his skin, the ran through his hair, pushing it back before he shot the translucent water into the trees. Crow hadn't felt such a feeling in a long time. He had heard rumors about this lake, and had a feeling it was the right place for what he was about to do. He held his hand out, and started to move the water in the middle of the lake, hoping to wake what lied beneath.
