1 Name: HampnieHambart : 2013-08-07 17:44 ID:zG7bfdUZ [Del]
hey guys, so ive started writing a story and i want your opinions.
On a road leading through the beautiful Sakura Forest, Grey, a young man with short black hair slept underneath a sakura tree. He wore a snow white scarf and a white shirt with a red cross like strips as well as a katana wrapped around his waist. He awoke to the sounds of the forest, the wind blowing through the trees rustling its leaves. As he stretched his body, he heard the sounds of footprints down the road. The sounds came closer and closer. Curious about the sound, he walked towards it, and then suddenly he bumped into a girl. She was around the same age as him, with long golden hair and beautiful yellow eyes. She hid behind him and in a low voice said “H-help me…”
“huh?” replied Grey
As soon as he replied, a group of three men showed up, wearing armor and wielding swords, Grey knew that they were Soldiers of the capital but what he did not understand was why they would be after the girl.
“Hey brat” Yelled one of the soldiers “Hand the girl over”
“What are Soldiers of the Capital doing so far away from Henesys chasing a girl?” Asked Grey
“That girl is property of the empire” replied the soldiers “Now hand her over before you get yourself in the same position she’s in”
Grey shocked at what the soldier had said, could feel the girl trembling behind him.
“Property…?” asked Grey
“That’s right, you sure catch on quick” replied one of the soldiers in a sarcastic tone
“That’s sick….” said angrily Grey “No one can be someone else’s property! Not even if it is the Empire! This is what is wrong with the current empire… I despise it, this empire that holds no regards for its people!”
“Ha! You despise the empire? Who cares about what a brat like u feels” said the Soldier “If you won’t hand her over then we’ll take her by force!”
One by one, the soldiers launched themselves at Grey. They swung their swords aiming for him, but as grey easily dodged each attack, he could tell that they were no better than amateurs who randomly swing their swords hoping to make contact with enemy flesh. Grey reached for his katana around his waist with his right hand. With his katana, white like the clouds reflecting the light of the sun shining through the trees, he blocked an incoming attack and dodged another.
