THIS IS NOT THE WAY ALL OF THIS IS WRONG. WE WERE ALL WRONG. She abandoned her garb, tossing her jacket, casting it aside. To her it was just extra weight that would use up much needed energy. She wore nothing more than a black tank top and gray slacks with the bottom of them tattered from being dragged. Her boots were still stained, but also covered in dust and dirt. The wounds on her face were all but healed, beginning to scab and close up. She was not going to rest until she would finish the job. Her life was devoted to her cause, even if it meant destroying it. She walked out of the city, casting aside her dream to police the people. It was not the people who needed to be guided, but the ones who sought to guide them. This world was cruel, as were the people who lived in it. "I'll end this today." she would say to herself, nightfall creeping upon her. She would seek to venture all of this country in a day, casting aside each and every shrine that stood. She would not allow them to exist anymore. Today, her fight would end, and today a new power would rise. She would no longer fight for the wrong reasons, but still she would fight. Harder than ever. WC : 210 |
Era to Crocus [Foot Travel]
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