“You are remembering. Yes, the absolute wretched clan made in retaliation of our existence, I was willing to ignore them, but then they did something unforgivable.” His teeth are clenched.
The room around him morphs, no longer inside the wooden room or in front of his ancestor but instead on a dirt path. The spicy smell of the wisteria flowers and the falling petals drift in the gentle breeze.
I remembers having them planted for two reasons. Their use for Nagi's creations and because his lover-
No, his wife had requested them, she found the smell and the look to be captivating. It was not long before they began to encircle their land.
Mirri and Keno, Two lookalikes of Slash and Chris, laughed as they chase a ball with a single bell inside. The bell and their laughter are almost indistinguishable from each other.
Nagi accompanied by Malko both covered and hidden from the sight of the sun and talking in low voices.
Daktari, the splitting image of Baxter limped with his wooden cane, yells at Taigo to stay close to the heirs. The younger man chasing after the two flaps a scaly hand puppet back.
Oroku Nessa was a glowing sight.
Dark red hair that flowed like the flames built in my stomach draped around her pale face. Her freckles have been covered with makeup but I can feel where they lay. His body is muscular and strong and yet out of the periphery of my eyes Nessa’s body could be mistaken for a larger woman. Donning a pastel lilac and ruby kimono decorated with stars and flowers and accented with gold thread, not caring that his sleeves would brush the ground. Her smile is wide and his teeth are charcoal black, a clear commitment to his spouse.
The view is wonderful, a loving and warm feeling coursed through his body as he takes in his family. Their laughter and annoyance together makes my heart throb full in my chest making me ponder if this if what I thought the camaraderie of the Dragons was. It had been a projection of the remembrance of a family I had once had.
The bell in the ball goes silent, making my heart quake as I watch Mirri rush to grab the ball at the feet of a man unknown to Saki and I. Pitch black hair and eyes glistening an iridescent sheen, the naginata gripped between his two hands glowed blindingly with a pure white light glow.
The symbol on the weapon and the breast of their burgundy tied shirt is the exact same one as the one I once saw across Splinter’s chest.
As the bells jingle ceased, Nessa was the only one with the physical warning of the threatening aura of the man's violent wake of energy gaining closer to her daughter in a rolling black cloud. As the blade lifts into the air, she doesn't hesitate to grab and yank her daughter by the back of her collar just as the bladed pole swung in a massive arc.
