Post by Gene on Feb 11, 2012 22:41:06 GMT -8
YOUR STORY BEGINS NOW
Quiet.
All around, it was quiet. The plains were quiet. The villages were quiet. Nature was quiet. Yet in the eave of such murderous silence, one essence still remained intact, and soon, it would not be quiet - life, in all of its un-glory. No matter the sea of carcasses blanketing the world, men cut, burnt and maimed under pretenses extremely false; no matter the black pits that once luscious forests had been forcedly morphed into; no matter the many innocent lost, their 'tomorrow' stolen by fake ideals.
No matter, for life had prevailed.
The few remaining now emerged, coming forth from the wreckage with confusion and awe as if they were all part of a Phoenix rising from the ashes. No more fighting would occur now, for their real enemy lie before them, dead, gone, and no longer threatening. At each other they looked, and for a moment, they would take note of their lack of forehead protectors.
They smiled. It felt nice for a second there...
They weren't sure who struck first, but once the Great Shinobi World War began, culprits did not matter. They had been tricked by a greater foe into betraying their own humanity, and for that, they paid. Nothing else is left to be said on that accord. However...
The record books would not bother to mention that Stone betrayed its closest ally and stabbed it in the back, or that Leaf sacrificed thousands of innocent men for the sake of 'the cause'; they would not mention that Cloud kidnapped Sand's royal children and showed them the true meaning of being a shinobi, nor how Grass aided Rain and then betrayed by poisoning its neighboring targets with their natural floral toxins. No...it would not mention any of this.
It would mention only how the new era of Shinobi begin.
Quiet.
All around, it was quiet. The plains were quiet. The villages were quiet. Nature was quiet. Yet in the eave of such murderous silence, one essence still remained intact, and soon, it would not be quiet - life, in all of its un-glory. No matter the sea of carcasses blanketing the world, men cut, burnt and maimed under pretenses extremely false; no matter the black pits that once luscious forests had been forcedly morphed into; no matter the many innocent lost, their 'tomorrow' stolen by fake ideals.
No matter, for life had prevailed.
The few remaining now emerged, coming forth from the wreckage with confusion and awe as if they were all part of a Phoenix rising from the ashes. No more fighting would occur now, for their real enemy lie before them, dead, gone, and no longer threatening. At each other they looked, and for a moment, they would take note of their lack of forehead protectors.
They smiled. It felt nice for a second there...
They weren't sure who struck first, but once the Great Shinobi World War began, culprits did not matter. They had been tricked by a greater foe into betraying their own humanity, and for that, they paid. Nothing else is left to be said on that accord. However...
The record books would not bother to mention that Stone betrayed its closest ally and stabbed it in the back, or that Leaf sacrificed thousands of innocent men for the sake of 'the cause'; they would not mention that Cloud kidnapped Sand's royal children and showed them the true meaning of being a shinobi, nor how Grass aided Rain and then betrayed by poisoning its neighboring targets with their natural floral toxins. No...it would not mention any of this.
It would mention only how the new era of Shinobi begin.
How YOU made it begin.