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|  | Celestial hell.
« Thread Started on May 25, 2007, 3:30am » | |
The moon was still out as they arrived. The hissing of the airships cooling system could be heard as the engine sputter to sleep. Scar flipped the cargo bay door switch on. The light of the barely rising sun peaked through the cracks as the door lowered down to the ground.
The smell of fresh rain greeted her as she walked off the ship. "Scar stay close dont want you to get lost. Remember crew this is r&r fr you. Have fun" her eyes followed her captain as he drew himself closer to her.
" What is it cap?" her voice was almost a whisper on the wind that blew around them.
I know you didnt want to come her. But listen to me just say that your anti-tractionist. I dont want to find you dead somewhere because you didnt lie your ass off. You hear" her captain could sense her resistence.
" Ya got it" with that Scar walked away from the man and into the foggy dew that was built up around the buildings.
Her feet were the only thing that could be heard as she walked throught the empty streets. Traveling where she did not know. All she knew is it was time for exploring.
At the end of a street in a highly decadent manor she found a temple to one of the many gods. She looked upon the structure. With all its lavish and detailed outer extremities. The fountaini in front of it feeding into the canals was what made her stay there.
The sun was waking people up now. the sweet light of it peeked throught the buildings. Casting light into the court yard of the temple, reflecting light in the water. Scar sat down on the side of the fountain looking at the waters. Wondering what the inside looked like. Allowing herself to fall into reverie, before drifting off into her own world.
A world of celestial harmony. She floated not in the water but in the sky, she cut through the clouds with the utmost ease. Before coming to rest in a small farm plagued with death. She didnt allow herself to see the faces of the screaming people, or the figures that watched as they ran running. Screams filled the air around her. This wasnt her fight nor was it her haven. It was her personal hell.
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