A Pact Renewed - History Repeated
Jun 7, 2006 21:10:36 GMT
Post by Yuri on Jun 7, 2006 21:10:36 GMT
The desolate plains echoed silent night as a lone man walked under the stars in the moonlit sea of green, his body covered in a long black cloak, the hood pulled up to obscure the face and head.
To the casual observer, if one could be found in such an obscure place, it would have seemed as if the man was wandering without a purpose, when in fact it was far from so - at least in mind, if not in body, for in the physical realm, wandering was all the man seemed to do.
Yuri took a deep breath, raising his head to gaze at the silver moon above him, full with radiance as the orb of light shined down on the planet Eden, illuminating the fields of grass with pale white light.
It's been too long, he thought to himself, lost in the memories of his past as he lowered his eyes downwards once more, trotting casually through the seemingly endless sea of grass, his cloak wrapped tight around him to ward off the impending chill of the night.
Indeed, it had been too long, since he had walked during the night, simply for no other reason than to feel the breeze on his cheeks and the earth under his bare feet. Quite frequently, in his past, he had found himself doing this every night, just walking the darkness, without purpose or cause.
Part of his soul reverberated with that memory, as if remembering the emotions that encompassed those nights, rekindling old flames locked deep down inside his heart. He had missed those nights, long ago, when his father had taken him into the plains around the city they had lived in, teaching him all of life's lessons one moment at a time.
Another sigh escaped his lips at the thought of his father, and for a moment, his steps had faltered in the cool grass. Even now, he had no sense of finality on his father's disappearance - no one knew if he was dead, or alive; he simply vanished, as if never existing at all. Yuri had looked everywhere, on many different worlds, only to hear the same answer: "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him."
It wrenched his heart to know this, but at the same time, it brought him the light of hope - surely, his father was alive, somewhere, just waiting to be found. That hope had kept him alive this long, kept his will unwavering as life's obstacles fought against him.
With the tournament at a close, his memories had only swam up to the front of his mind more and more often, nagging him with the sense of purpose that he had thought he'd lost, when first coming onto the planet - even now, as he struggled to form the remainder of his identity, he had but one purpose that overshadowed the others:
Where are you, father?
After the tournament, and his recovery at the infirmary, he took off towards a new part of the world of Eden, feeling as if his soul was rekindled with a long-lost fighting spirit. Long ago, he had put down the sword of his father's teachings, ignoring the way he was raised - to fight with honor, and dignity, under the guise of a renegade bounty hunter.
Even now, he knew, he was denying a part of who he was, although the back of his mind was unable to reveal the answers to the questions he sought in that respect.
The chirp of a lone grasshopper brought him back to the world of reality, the sound startling him momentarily as his eyes searched helplessly for the tiny bug, only to give up several seconds later when his nerves had calmed down.
Slowly, but surely, he knew he was growing as a person, living both the past and the present, his feet pointed towards the future. That, he knew, was what his true destiny had in store for him - what his soul wanted him to be.
He knew that sooner or later, he'd have to confront himself, and come to terms with the fact that he'd have to pick that sword up again - the sword of battle. It was what his father would have wanted; what made him happy. What made Yuri happy.
His feet stopped, his fists clenched at his sides, cloak billowing around him as the midnight breeze rose in intensity. His hazel eyes looked up towards the sky once again at the moon, as if searching for the will to renew the pact that he had once made to his father.
When he was sixteen, long after his father had disappeared, he had made a promise to him - that no matter what happened, he would never give up his search for the man that taught him everything he knew. One day, he would find his father - of that, he was certain. For months, he had pushed away that goal, thinking it not as important as adjusting to the new world he found himself in, or thinking that the tournament would allow him to be a bounty hunter without having to remember his past.
He had to pick up the sword, and fight for the purpose he found himself searching for even now - to find his father, and discover firsthand whether the man was dead, or alive.
Father...you don't have to worry, he spoke to the wind, his lips unmoving, eyes gazing towards the heavens above, to whatever God may watch over the mortal realm. I'll find you, one day.
That's a promise.
To the casual observer, if one could be found in such an obscure place, it would have seemed as if the man was wandering without a purpose, when in fact it was far from so - at least in mind, if not in body, for in the physical realm, wandering was all the man seemed to do.
Yuri took a deep breath, raising his head to gaze at the silver moon above him, full with radiance as the orb of light shined down on the planet Eden, illuminating the fields of grass with pale white light.
It's been too long, he thought to himself, lost in the memories of his past as he lowered his eyes downwards once more, trotting casually through the seemingly endless sea of grass, his cloak wrapped tight around him to ward off the impending chill of the night.
Indeed, it had been too long, since he had walked during the night, simply for no other reason than to feel the breeze on his cheeks and the earth under his bare feet. Quite frequently, in his past, he had found himself doing this every night, just walking the darkness, without purpose or cause.
Part of his soul reverberated with that memory, as if remembering the emotions that encompassed those nights, rekindling old flames locked deep down inside his heart. He had missed those nights, long ago, when his father had taken him into the plains around the city they had lived in, teaching him all of life's lessons one moment at a time.
Another sigh escaped his lips at the thought of his father, and for a moment, his steps had faltered in the cool grass. Even now, he had no sense of finality on his father's disappearance - no one knew if he was dead, or alive; he simply vanished, as if never existing at all. Yuri had looked everywhere, on many different worlds, only to hear the same answer: "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him."
It wrenched his heart to know this, but at the same time, it brought him the light of hope - surely, his father was alive, somewhere, just waiting to be found. That hope had kept him alive this long, kept his will unwavering as life's obstacles fought against him.
With the tournament at a close, his memories had only swam up to the front of his mind more and more often, nagging him with the sense of purpose that he had thought he'd lost, when first coming onto the planet - even now, as he struggled to form the remainder of his identity, he had but one purpose that overshadowed the others:
Where are you, father?
After the tournament, and his recovery at the infirmary, he took off towards a new part of the world of Eden, feeling as if his soul was rekindled with a long-lost fighting spirit. Long ago, he had put down the sword of his father's teachings, ignoring the way he was raised - to fight with honor, and dignity, under the guise of a renegade bounty hunter.
Even now, he knew, he was denying a part of who he was, although the back of his mind was unable to reveal the answers to the questions he sought in that respect.
The chirp of a lone grasshopper brought him back to the world of reality, the sound startling him momentarily as his eyes searched helplessly for the tiny bug, only to give up several seconds later when his nerves had calmed down.
Slowly, but surely, he knew he was growing as a person, living both the past and the present, his feet pointed towards the future. That, he knew, was what his true destiny had in store for him - what his soul wanted him to be.
He knew that sooner or later, he'd have to confront himself, and come to terms with the fact that he'd have to pick that sword up again - the sword of battle. It was what his father would have wanted; what made him happy. What made Yuri happy.
His feet stopped, his fists clenched at his sides, cloak billowing around him as the midnight breeze rose in intensity. His hazel eyes looked up towards the sky once again at the moon, as if searching for the will to renew the pact that he had once made to his father.
When he was sixteen, long after his father had disappeared, he had made a promise to him - that no matter what happened, he would never give up his search for the man that taught him everything he knew. One day, he would find his father - of that, he was certain. For months, he had pushed away that goal, thinking it not as important as adjusting to the new world he found himself in, or thinking that the tournament would allow him to be a bounty hunter without having to remember his past.
He had to pick up the sword, and fight for the purpose he found himself searching for even now - to find his father, and discover firsthand whether the man was dead, or alive.
Father...you don't have to worry, he spoke to the wind, his lips unmoving, eyes gazing towards the heavens above, to whatever God may watch over the mortal realm. I'll find you, one day.
That's a promise.