Untitled - Prolougue?
anonymous
January 8 2010, 11:45:08 UTC
Fail!Anon wanted to look for something could help relieve her stress from a bunch of homework. And she found out that torturing some character is a good way to help English is not this anon's mother tongue so feel free to throw error at anon. Please don't put hope on this anon, this is the first time... eh... anon tried... after a long time lurking the meme
Soft
Warm
Smell so good
Aah, the luxury of a proper bed, she missed it so much. She had never felt so content like this before. Well, it wasn’t exactly right but considering the time right now, she was in a middle of the war, a war with a certain American, a ridiculous revolution for freedom.
She laid there, recalled the last time she faced him. The boy indeed had grown up. He stood there, strong hands hold the musket firmly, and bright blue eyes stared at her stubbornly. She also stood there, but her hand slightly shaken, musket pointed at him and her eyes filled with fear and sorrow. Rain poured like no end.
She charged forward, flung his musket off his hands. The advantage was hers now, she hoped that her precious brother would back down, gave up that ridiculous revolution of his and turned back to her side. She would forgive him all.
……. Ah, what a cruel fate. Her precious brother just stood there, head was high and eyes still held stubbornness. Nothing would change; the boy would willingly die for his people’s freedom. She dropped her musket and went down to her knee. She cried herself so hard that she thought there would be no tear left for her after the war. Rain poured like no end.
A few days before the English armies began to go back to their island country, Igiko briefly saw him. There was something off about Alfred that she couldn’t pin point it and beside, Alfred now was an independent boy, he didn’t need babysitter anymore. She turned her face away and walked off. Little did she know that there was a pair of blue eyes watching her intensely and they were darker when times come near to the day she left.
The English armies were marching through a narrow path between two mountains. Igiko rode her white horse next to her soldiers. She grumbled at the thought of fresh air and sunlight would clear negative thinking out of her head, but not. The road was bloody difficult to walk. She continued to grumble and then…
There was…
Blank darkness?
How could it be?
She abruptly opened her eyes, blinked a few times, took in the surrounding before her brain process to digest the information that this room was not her room back in England. This room was bare, just some furniture and the bed, it was almost like an inn room. Why was she here?
The sun was setting. She got out of the bed and realized she was still in the uniform she had worn. She walked to the door and tried open to find it was locked. Bloody hell! What on earth is going on here?
She then tried the window which was opposite to the door. Second floor eh? Jump off from here isn’t a problem, right? Yeah, her body was still sore and exhausted but she could do it! She would get out of here, find the guy who locked the door, make him spill out everything and if necessary, she would beat a shit out of him, too. Dare to lock up an Empire heh? Even if it was for God sake (?) or her sake or…
The door opened.
She turned back and prepared in her mind a handful of questions, some insults and may be some…
English is not this anon's mother tongue so feel free to throw error at anon.
Please don't put hope on this anon, this is the first time... eh... anon tried... after a long time lurking the meme
Soft
Warm
Smell so good
Aah, the luxury of a proper bed, she missed it so much. She had never felt so content like this before. Well, it wasn’t exactly right but considering the time right now, she was in a middle of the war, a war with a certain American, a ridiculous revolution for freedom.
She laid there, recalled the last time she faced him.
The boy indeed had grown up. He stood there, strong hands hold the musket firmly, and bright blue eyes stared at her stubbornly.
She also stood there, but her hand slightly shaken, musket pointed at him and her eyes filled with fear and sorrow.
Rain poured like no end.
She charged forward, flung his musket off his hands. The advantage was hers now, she hoped that her precious brother would back down, gave up that ridiculous revolution of his and turned back to her side. She would forgive him all.
…….
Ah, what a cruel fate. Her precious brother just stood there, head was high and eyes still held stubbornness. Nothing would change; the boy would willingly die for his people’s freedom. She dropped her musket and went down to her knee. She cried herself so hard that she thought there would be no tear left for her after the war.
Rain poured like no end.
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A few days before the English armies began to go back to their island country, Igiko briefly saw him. There was something off about Alfred that she couldn’t pin point it and beside, Alfred now was an independent boy, he didn’t need babysitter anymore. She turned her face away and walked off. Little did she know that there was a pair of blue eyes watching her intensely and they were darker when times come near to the day she left.
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The English armies were marching through a narrow path between two mountains. Igiko rode her white horse next to her soldiers. She grumbled at the thought of fresh air and sunlight would clear negative thinking out of her head, but not. The road was bloody difficult to walk. She continued to grumble and then…
There was…
Blank darkness?
How could it be?
She abruptly opened her eyes, blinked a few times, took in the surrounding before her brain process to digest the information that this room was not her room back in England. This room was bare, just some furniture and the bed, it was almost like an inn room. Why was she here?
The sun was setting. She got out of the bed and realized she was still in the uniform she had worn. She walked to the door and tried open to find it was locked. Bloody hell! What on earth is going on here?
She then tried the window which was opposite to the door. Second floor eh? Jump off from here isn’t a problem, right? Yeah, her body was still sore and exhausted but she could do it! She would get out of here, find the guy who locked the door, make him spill out everything and if necessary, she would beat a shit out of him, too. Dare to lock up an Empire heh? Even if it was for God sake (?) or her sake or…
The door opened.
She turned back and prepared in her mind a handful of questions, some insults and may be some…
Alfred?!
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OP: do you have any particular ending?
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