The resting Ronin

[Zeion D. King]

Zeion had traveled for many months now how long not even he knows. It was at least the 2nd year since he left the temple he was trianed at. This new land he was in seemed strang a floating city and a another city that was full of warriors.

He had come upon the lake after traveling he sat under the shade of one of the furit bearing trees which has just blossemed into bloom today. He knew that this kind of peace was hard to find. As he sat listening to the birds sign he had seen flies buzzing about as well as a few bees but the bees were just a slight fear problem he had but it was wasps which he would run and hid from.

As he sat there he pulled a small flute which was somethign he always hid from his teacher. he began to play somethign soft yet it sounded like somethign you'd hear the wind doing with each note he felt happier and with each note he felt more at ease. it was the notes he played which sometimes brought crowds to him thinking he was a musical bard. Zeion however was a smaurai or a ronin in thsi case.

[rema]

2 months.......2 months of the first breath of freedom. 2 months since she and thousands of mad creations escaped their dark, stone cells. She had traveled far, entirely on foot. Almost all simple animals were terrified of her, sensing her wraithful predatory curse. But, it never seem to bother her. She was learning fresh new things every day. She strolled calmly, in a good daze of ease but yet so alert. She stopped and quirked her head, to hear something flowing in the sir. Her keen ears picked up............soft splashing of water.............a light breeze brushing blossom trees, carrying its scent to her nose........and...........

She began to step lively but quietly, towards the break in the forest.
'What is that sound?' she thought to herself. Rema saw the break quickly, and instinctively, she crouched, stepping to shadow to shadow on her hands and feet. She reached a tall pine and pressed against it. She waited a moment and slowly, she edged to look around the tree, keeping herself concealed. A strange warrior in the oddest attire was under the shade of brightly-colored trees, with a strange stick with holes in it at his lips. The sound was near him. She was curious but, she did not want to distrub the warrior. If he saw her, she would kill him. All because of instinct. She never ran. Making a decision, she stayed under the concealment of her tree, under the forest's shadows. She was unsure about this warrior. She'll watch and wait......

[Enelya Telrúnya]

Dask had fallen as Enelya approached the edge of the forest that surrounded the lake, now darkness had befallen. Enelya looked about her. How this peaceful place now seemed like apart of another world entirely. Almost a year ago she had walk the shores of this lake in blissful happiness. Now she walked a soul parted forever from the world she once knew. War death and destruction had worked it’s way through Avaren she had been prepared, she had seen it rising, but she had not know that she would fall party to a nature’s own destruction. Having been strike down and stopped from her own means of helping her people she was now weakened in her heart. She had lost friends, people she cared about gone with no goodbye.

Looking onto the moonlit lake a glistering tear fell from her cheek to be caught on her cloak. Milk white skin shield from the breeze by white chiffon and midnight blue velvet, dark curls tumbling around a sorrowful face, where once rosy cheeks bloomed, pallor stands, eyes that non longer twinkle in the light of the world but look out with no hope for a future. Turning from the saddening view full of memories of happy times, Enelya moved slowly along the shore. The breeze lifting the end of cloak and dress, soft kid slippers passing over dew damp grass, lifting her face to the skye she listen to the sound that flowed around the lake. The knighting gale sang soundly and sweetly to the tune of a flute. Remembering back to a time before the war when mage and warrior lived together Enelya recalled a spring at the apple blossom tree. A faint smile crossed the sober face, the first in many months, but she did not allow herself to hope moving further around the lake shore, she sang a small soft lullaby to herself.

As the sound became clear the moonlight lite the trees around her. Shadow was all she could see slowing her footsteps and stopping the song, she placed herself on alert. Anyone could be here and she knew not who to trust. Even mages she could not be sure were friend.

[napeir]

Napeir walked through the forest path, he had left the towns for some peace to himself. Running his finger down the trees on the path. Stepping out of the trees, he found himself at the lakeside. The water lapped at his feet, but he jumped back, there were many others there, but he couldn't sense their location. He slipped into the shadows, trying to find the others.

[Zeion D. King]

Zeion had stopped playing he had put back the flute in his pocket and began to llok around."Hello?"Zeion thought he heard someone walking...and another one talking."Come out....If you do I will not harm you."He said as he began to look around when he approched the lake he witnesses a person standing on the other side of the lake. A woman a lovely one at that."Excuse me miss?"He said running around the lake and trying to catch up with her obviously she was a mage but maybe she could help."Excuse me I am lost here....can you help me miss?"

[Enelya Telrúnya]

Enelya heard a voice calling, and heavy booted feet running towards her. Fear ripped through her. The person was coming closer, obviously a man, with a daunting voice of power. Turning her head Enelya’s frightened eyes came face to face with those of a warrior. Her heart was pounding like a bass drum inclosed by her skin, her breath caught in her throat as she took in the man before her. As she took in the image her eyes feel on the sword strapped to his side. Fear stricken she looked for a way out. The other presence was still there and on the fringe of the trees she caught movement of another. Situations played quickly through her mind all ending with the worst thing happening. Pale and faint Enelya felt her legs shaking and threatening to buckle beneath her, she still wasn’t strong enough to use any form of her skills to fight what would happen.

[napeir]

Napeir heard movement from his left and was covered in smoke, a cat poped out and took off running. Coming into a clearing he saw a woman and a large knight in front of her. He moved closer, the scent of fear was running off of the woman in waves, causing the fur on his spine to rise.

[Zeion D. King]

Zeion watched her he instantly noticed her fear of him. He kneeled in front of her."You should not worry about me harming you after all hurting a girl is against all I stand for."He said strainghting his legs and held out his hand."Come now I shall not harm you on that you have my honor. Besides there are far worse things here."He said he knew they were being watched but he didn't know from where.

[napeir]

He backed into the bushes and continued to watch the two. The womans fear scent was still strong but he could scent other things along with it. Other people filled the area, they were all focused on the same area for some reason. He sat there thinking, why would so many people be in the same place at the same time.