The mysterious figure now walked in the daylight, but still covered by that wet cloak. It was walking rather swiftly. The plains around this area were covered with dead bodies. A battle had been faught here. And not an easy one at that. This place held a powerfully bad memory to it. It was the first offensive The cloaked figure's people gave in reaction to the Fire nation's attack on the enire world of Doffnes. This place wasn't good. It gave off bad vibes.
The cloaked one started to run. It wasn't alone. There were marksman nearby. If this one could only get to the gait of the next city, then maybe the people there would be more kind. They were not fire nation, but rather earth. This city was near fire nation, but under no circumstances did they take sides with them. Trees passed and the figure entered a green and dark forrest. Footsteps were heard above. The pace of the figure quickened even more.
This one would not be taken down so easily by these spineless tree movers. The cloaked figure ran and ran ever still. Once the gate was in sight, then it would be a clear shot, but in this forrest, this one would be in their territory. A dagger shaped rock shot passed the left eye. This one dodged it, but barely.
The figure called upon the rain as a signal of it's water nation's allegeance. But they did not slow. They acted as if they hadn't even noticed the rain. The stones were coming as the rain. Millions upon millions showered the cloaked one and soon dodging was impossible.
A couple of speared rocks acually pierced the flesh. The caped one gritted hiding the pain while in mid-sprint. This one had one last hope. The hands that were hidden within the cape held the blue midallion up into the air for everyone to see.
Finally the rocks stopped their shower, and the mysterious figure had no need to run. But there were a few rocks still coming down. Just as rain would. It would slow down then stop completely. The rocks and pebbles used now ceased their flight, and descents. The mysterious one's breathing was calming in this false security.
Unfortunately, the cloaked figure would have to be escourted in a much safer way. One of the earth benders in the trees aimed right and narrow so as not to kill, but, rather, leave unconcious.
One last rock was fired. Swift and painfully, it hit the target in the back of the head. A weakpoint of all humans on this world. And darkness engulfed the figure even before the floor could greet it.
Meloniestar1 · Mon Aug 15, 2005 @ 10:00pm · 0 Comments |