Post by Kurosaki on Apr 6, 2009 12:56:27 GMT -5
(this is open to all those that signed up for the event. we currently have no more open slots but there will be another event soon!)
For eight whole years they had been under the thumb of Arlong, paying taxes just for the right to contine to live. Till "those guys" had come and defeated him, freeing the people of the village and the person that they had cherished secretly from their confines. They were free. It had been like a miracle. Yet, at the same time, there were still forces working against them. Things weren't as bright as they seemed. Scheming took place in the darkness. Evil itself seemed to be attracted to the quaint little place. Not to mention that their first saviors were far out in the Grand Line, far too much distance away for them to help this time even if the danger was something that stood out.
Instead, however, no one really seemed to even notice the proximity of the destruction of their way of living that was so eminent. In fact, it was disguised so greatly that they looked evil in the face almost everyday now and still took no notice of it. Perhaps they were blinded by happiness and new sense of accomplishments. Whatever the reason, however, there was one person that had finally seen for himself what the evil really was. But now he was dying.
A ragged breath and the man, clutching his side as crimson liquid seeped in between his fingers, staggered and fell to the sandy pathway, kicking dust up as he struck the ground. Blood had marked his trail from the town's charity center all the way to the middle of Conomi Village. It was quite a distance, for the center was on the very far outskirts, but he had made it a good ways. Only now, he doubted that he could go on. Rasping slightly, the man tried to dig at the ground to find support, most likely to use to help him stand up.
Only the pain was so great from multiple slashes on his person that he just couldn't manage it. Instead he remained laying face down on the ground in the middle of the pathway. His gaze came up as though he sensed someone approaching and he reached up as though to grab them. He had something vitally important to say before he slipped away.
For eight whole years they had been under the thumb of Arlong, paying taxes just for the right to contine to live. Till "those guys" had come and defeated him, freeing the people of the village and the person that they had cherished secretly from their confines. They were free. It had been like a miracle. Yet, at the same time, there were still forces working against them. Things weren't as bright as they seemed. Scheming took place in the darkness. Evil itself seemed to be attracted to the quaint little place. Not to mention that their first saviors were far out in the Grand Line, far too much distance away for them to help this time even if the danger was something that stood out.
Instead, however, no one really seemed to even notice the proximity of the destruction of their way of living that was so eminent. In fact, it was disguised so greatly that they looked evil in the face almost everyday now and still took no notice of it. Perhaps they were blinded by happiness and new sense of accomplishments. Whatever the reason, however, there was one person that had finally seen for himself what the evil really was. But now he was dying.
A ragged breath and the man, clutching his side as crimson liquid seeped in between his fingers, staggered and fell to the sandy pathway, kicking dust up as he struck the ground. Blood had marked his trail from the town's charity center all the way to the middle of Conomi Village. It was quite a distance, for the center was on the very far outskirts, but he had made it a good ways. Only now, he doubted that he could go on. Rasping slightly, the man tried to dig at the ground to find support, most likely to use to help him stand up.
Only the pain was so great from multiple slashes on his person that he just couldn't manage it. Instead he remained laying face down on the ground in the middle of the pathway. His gaze came up as though he sensed someone approaching and he reached up as though to grab them. He had something vitally important to say before he slipped away.