In The Wake of Evil
Jun 22, 2006 17:50:41 GMT
Post by Zechariah Artuna on Jun 22, 2006 17:50:41 GMT
(OOC: I hope you don't mind me posting like this, here and all, for our 'after saga posts' Gary.)
All around the sights and sounds of night faded as the morning took its place, it gliding slowly into surroundings of the tiny valley. The Castle itself was once a great fortification and had been built against and into the sheer wall of the cliff that sounded most of the valley, protecting it on two sides. Out in front of it there was the overflowing trench that was once a moat, and now a semi-tamed reservoir for snow melt that ran in tiny streams and rivulets through the crumbling fortress. Past the moat was a roughly flat plain about a quarter mile wide that ended in a series of tall rocky hills that were nearly half as tall as the towering cliffs.
The plain was dotted with the stony corpse of a village, which nature had taken over, and a sparse forest was starting to sprout amid the ruins. The hills were facing south. Giant pillars of stone stuck out of the ground, like skeletons fingers at obtuse angles. Conifers filled the spaces in between and provided ample cover. From here one commanded a view of the entire valley in it’s eerie serenity: from the dirt roads to the far left and right, to the rest of the hill that encircled most of the valley, even to the ruined castle itself.
Splotches of snow covered the whole scene. It may have been late spring but here it still felt like winter, even in the heat of the morning sun. The castle, which had once been a tall and proud example of true craftsmanship, now stood in ruins, even more so than ever now thanks to the destruction the previous nights set of battles; each of them having taken their toll on the crumbling history of Eden that surrounded them all. It was a shame to say the least, but a shame that Zack didn’t care about in the slightest anymore; that Zack had long since passed away.
“Well last night…” he began. “If I wasn’t sober I wouldn’t have believed it happened, not even if you had come up to me and told me it had afterwards.” Zack said to Gareeku, looking up at him. “I mean Garekiah?” Zack gave a small laugh at the mention of their combine entity. “Hah…what a cocky f***er, most probably my fault I must admit.” he commented, grinning. “Although I suppose part of me’s happy that’s all over with, but part of me wishes there was something more I could have sunk my teeth into.” he began softly.
Zack was sat upon the grass in front of a tree, just off out in front of the castle. The sun had just risen over the horizon, its bright rays of light beaming down into the valley. It was strange but even in spite of what had happened here, all of the destruction and chaos, the light of day seemed to give this place a different look, a peaceful look. Just looking around Zack knew, despite who he had become, that in the past he would have found this place to be very beautiful. She would have loved it…
“Well you know…” Zack said softly with a sigh. “I mean I don’t have much left in life…just memories that, well…just memories really,” he continued with a sigh. “…You know what I mean? ” He asked slowly as he looked up toward his friend, Gareeku. Forcing a cough Zack lifted his hand up to his face and wiped away the beginnings of a small tear that had accumulated in the corner of his eye before looking back towards his friend. His cape, or cloak, was wrapped around the top half of his body, just revealing his chin, as he sat there quietly, now taking in the scenery, as he awaited his friend’s reply.
All around the sights and sounds of night faded as the morning took its place, it gliding slowly into surroundings of the tiny valley. The Castle itself was once a great fortification and had been built against and into the sheer wall of the cliff that sounded most of the valley, protecting it on two sides. Out in front of it there was the overflowing trench that was once a moat, and now a semi-tamed reservoir for snow melt that ran in tiny streams and rivulets through the crumbling fortress. Past the moat was a roughly flat plain about a quarter mile wide that ended in a series of tall rocky hills that were nearly half as tall as the towering cliffs.
The plain was dotted with the stony corpse of a village, which nature had taken over, and a sparse forest was starting to sprout amid the ruins. The hills were facing south. Giant pillars of stone stuck out of the ground, like skeletons fingers at obtuse angles. Conifers filled the spaces in between and provided ample cover. From here one commanded a view of the entire valley in it’s eerie serenity: from the dirt roads to the far left and right, to the rest of the hill that encircled most of the valley, even to the ruined castle itself.
Splotches of snow covered the whole scene. It may have been late spring but here it still felt like winter, even in the heat of the morning sun. The castle, which had once been a tall and proud example of true craftsmanship, now stood in ruins, even more so than ever now thanks to the destruction the previous nights set of battles; each of them having taken their toll on the crumbling history of Eden that surrounded them all. It was a shame to say the least, but a shame that Zack didn’t care about in the slightest anymore; that Zack had long since passed away.
“Well last night…” he began. “If I wasn’t sober I wouldn’t have believed it happened, not even if you had come up to me and told me it had afterwards.” Zack said to Gareeku, looking up at him. “I mean Garekiah?” Zack gave a small laugh at the mention of their combine entity. “Hah…what a cocky f***er, most probably my fault I must admit.” he commented, grinning. “Although I suppose part of me’s happy that’s all over with, but part of me wishes there was something more I could have sunk my teeth into.” he began softly.
Zack was sat upon the grass in front of a tree, just off out in front of the castle. The sun had just risen over the horizon, its bright rays of light beaming down into the valley. It was strange but even in spite of what had happened here, all of the destruction and chaos, the light of day seemed to give this place a different look, a peaceful look. Just looking around Zack knew, despite who he had become, that in the past he would have found this place to be very beautiful. She would have loved it…
“Well you know…” Zack said softly with a sigh. “I mean I don’t have much left in life…just memories that, well…just memories really,” he continued with a sigh. “…You know what I mean? ” He asked slowly as he looked up toward his friend, Gareeku. Forcing a cough Zack lifted his hand up to his face and wiped away the beginnings of a small tear that had accumulated in the corner of his eye before looking back towards his friend. His cape, or cloak, was wrapped around the top half of his body, just revealing his chin, as he sat there quietly, now taking in the scenery, as he awaited his friend’s reply.