Blank Slate

Subject: Blank Slate Thu May 28, 2009 6:42 am

Prologue

The man watched the scenery from the
rooftop. It was chaotic.

*

The city that was once busy and full of life
now remains nothing but a battlefield.

*

It has never been a peaceful city to begin
with, he recalled, but was, at least, a place you can live in- a place you can
enjoy your lives- a place you can feel safe in.

*

And now? All that can be seen are houses
and buildings that have been destroyed, scattering its debris everywhere. The grounds
were stained with blood, and killing is no longer considered a crime.

*

“Still can’t believe this is Altair, can
you Shiryu?” a voice asked from behind.

Shiryu nodded silently, not even considering
to turn and face his companion.

*

Altair. The name of his hometown- his
country. A once small yet rich country.

It’s hard to believe that the image could
be ruined, in just a few months.

*

“Things sure changed quickly” Shiryu
remarked, “Far too quickly”

His companion stood next to him, agreeing,
before asking suddenly, “Say, if you can get a wish granted, what would you
wifh for?”

Shiryu merely shrugged.

Then he replied, “Peace, perhaps? It would
be nice if people still remember it”

*

What is peace anyway? How does it feels
like to be at peace?

A feeling he had never experience, or- if
he had- has forgotten.

*

The fellow soldier just shrugged. “Peace,
huh? I guess you’re right....”

“I’m always right” Shiryu whispered, half
to his companion, half to himself.

“What?”

“An opinion is never wrong, is it?” he
said, “Let’s go. It’s no use wasting our time here”

*

A story I originally created for another forum, but I'm bored here, so I'll just post this here.
I wonder if I should make an RP out of this, as this was originally drafted as

Subject: Re: Blank Slate Thu May 28, 2009 6:44 am

Your writings are very exellent indeed Adept Smile

Subject: Re: Blank Slate Fri May 29, 2009 6:51 pm

Chapter 1- Area 0

Tyranny- a misused power, the core of the chaos that is happening.

Chaos is never supposed to be long-lasting, unless someone purposely does so.

Altair was in ruins and all started from one person. A man, named Fergus- a tyrant, a thief, a hypocrite. He has a power, yet misused it. In his hands, the country was no longer the place it should be, but, instead a disastrous zone.

Blood spilled from all direction, as bodies collapsed on the ground.

The area piled with corpses of people who died barely a few hours ago. Very little part of the ground were not stained with blood.

An army unit, barely ten in number, stood among the piles of dead bodies and the pools of blood. All of them wore navy uniforms, and each was armed with at least a gun and was fully equipped. It was obvious that everyone of them are elite soldiers.

“This area is cleared” announced one, “Send someone to get rid of this mess later- we need to move on”

The others agreed. Putting away their weapons, they went towards another section.

It wasn’t long before one of them abruptly halted his advance. His companions glanced at him. “What are you doing, eto? We are done here”

The man called ‘eto’ didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled one of the assault rifles that hung on his back and aimed at one corner of the area.

“Hey, are you nuts?” complained his companion impatiently, “Hurry up!”

Before anyone else could add anymore complaints, two people collapsed, joining in the pile of corpses.

“Now we’re done” Eto said, turning to the others, with his gun raised. The two he had just killed have been hiding in the corner, hoping to be able to attack them while they’re unaware.

His companions quickly understood what has happened and saluted at him, before leaving the place.