[Fics: 100 prompts ] 028 & 029
Themes: 028 - Children ; 029 - Birth
Words: 236 ; 169
Characters: Black Saints ; Kanon
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
028 - Children
They ran under the rain of ashes, feet burning as they stepped on the scorching ground. The laughter of Jango and his men followed them wherever they went to and, when they dared to think that they had managed to elude them, their shadows appeared right in front of them, grins serving as reminders that there was nowhere to run anymore.
One of the children fell to his knees, his scrapped hands supporting the weight of his exhausted body. The other three pulled on his arms and screamed at him to go on, but their energy had run out long before. Before they could take another step, Jango’s shadow hovered over them.
“That was fun, kids, but I’m tired now.” Jango grinned and gestured at his men to capture them. “I told you already, your only chance to survive here is if you cooperate.”
The children huddled against the rocks behind them, but made no attempt to escape once the men reached them.
“You were brought to Death Queen island to become warriors,” Jango began to explain as he grabbed their faces to take a good look. His grin grew wide as he saw the sparkles of cosmo, tiny but still useful, surrounding the children.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his fingers leaving red marks on the boy’s face. “You’re children, still easy to shape. You won’t even realize it and you’ll already feel part of us.”
029 - Birth
He couldn’t see anything but brightness as the ground crumbled down beneath his feet. Without warning, his body fell into the void below.
When he woke up, still blind from the light, the only hint that something had changed was the air he breathed. Much lighter and humid, as if the rain was ready to fall, but without the ever-present taste of salt that he had grown disgusted of inside his prison.
Once the shine relented, Poseidon’s palace appeared in front of him. Accustomed to the sober architecture of the Sanctuary, the sea ruins, with their pomposity and grandeur, made his breath stop. Without a doubt, this was a god that wished to display his power and riches.
For the first time in days, a smile appeared on Kanon’s face. It was obvious now. The seal he had broken had brought him this chance; the opportunity to be born again.
Under a different god he could make his plans come true. This time, he would not make mistakes.
Words: 236 ; 169
Characters: Black Saints ; Kanon
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
028 - Children
They ran under the rain of ashes, feet burning as they stepped on the scorching ground. The laughter of Jango and his men followed them wherever they went to and, when they dared to think that they had managed to elude them, their shadows appeared right in front of them, grins serving as reminders that there was nowhere to run anymore.
One of the children fell to his knees, his scrapped hands supporting the weight of his exhausted body. The other three pulled on his arms and screamed at him to go on, but their energy had run out long before. Before they could take another step, Jango’s shadow hovered over them.
“That was fun, kids, but I’m tired now.” Jango grinned and gestured at his men to capture them. “I told you already, your only chance to survive here is if you cooperate.”
The children huddled against the rocks behind them, but made no attempt to escape once the men reached them.
“You were brought to Death Queen island to become warriors,” Jango began to explain as he grabbed their faces to take a good look. His grin grew wide as he saw the sparkles of cosmo, tiny but still useful, surrounding the children.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his fingers leaving red marks on the boy’s face. “You’re children, still easy to shape. You won’t even realize it and you’ll already feel part of us.”
029 - Birth
He couldn’t see anything but brightness as the ground crumbled down beneath his feet. Without warning, his body fell into the void below.
When he woke up, still blind from the light, the only hint that something had changed was the air he breathed. Much lighter and humid, as if the rain was ready to fall, but without the ever-present taste of salt that he had grown disgusted of inside his prison.
Once the shine relented, Poseidon’s palace appeared in front of him. Accustomed to the sober architecture of the Sanctuary, the sea ruins, with their pomposity and grandeur, made his breath stop. Without a doubt, this was a god that wished to display his power and riches.
For the first time in days, a smile appeared on Kanon’s face. It was obvious now. The seal he had broken had brought him this chance; the opportunity to be born again.
Under a different god he could make his plans come true. This time, he would not make mistakes.