Tsuki no Kage
First time out of the vault
ever the same
i woke up that morning from headache. darn. it was a long night... i felt i had slept for a year or so. the cavern's floor was damp and a bit moldy, but it had served fine for the night.
the sorroundings were bleak. i heard no birds chirping, no winds rustling the leaves like it was before. nothing. just me, my rotten immortal self, and this vast expanse of what they call "The Waste".
i got up and stretched my hands a bit. a cute, pointy-eared girl is sprawling beside me, her cream-colored skin only blanketed by a piece of cowhide and the receding darkness. they say she and her family was mutated... blah. i know The Almighty crafted all beings. mutation is only a way in which His hands work. with mixed feelings i knelt and combed her flowing, yellowish-red hair.
i got up, before taking a good look at her again. she's still sleeping... she won't feel the pain. poor girl, she was only 17 and blooming. it's a bit of a pity i had to take her. people will say that she died of some mutated virus, Halcyone said as she showed me the person.
with a whisk of my long sleeve i wielded my weapon: a stout, three-metre long heavenly-mythril scythe, gleaming silver in the twilight like a thousand suns reflecting on mercury. the hell-scythe of heaven, i always nicknamed it. it had served me well since The Almighty gave it to me on the day i was given this executioning task. it had been 4250 heavenly years... such a long time.
well, i had granted her final wish. she'll die without any regrets.
i swung the scythe once towards the sprawling body. it pierced her small, slender built like a stick through water, and finally it glowed pale blue. my task is now over.
i walked up to the mouth of the cavern and stretched my greyish-black metallic wing. the ever-shining sun greeted me with his ambient warmth. this time of the day is ever the same to me.
it had been eons in mortal time since i did this task the first time. and i am still taking lives... killing, mortals would say... whatever. i don't care. as long as the sun is still rising in the east, i shall do this task The Almighty had given to me.
without looking back anymore, i rose up to the air on the half-dying thermal wind. there are lives to take, and tasks to fulfill. and more importantly, there are a tomorrow for them. the ones who survived.
---author's note---
throw it all in to make this first story of mine. not really Fallout-ish... i just took the setting. i hope this could suffice to be posted and seen here. enjoy! and, oh yeah, comments on this one are welcome!
i woke up that morning from headache. darn. it was a long night... i felt i had slept for a year or so. the cavern's floor was damp and a bit moldy, but it had served fine for the night.
the sorroundings were bleak. i heard no birds chirping, no winds rustling the leaves like it was before. nothing. just me, my rotten immortal self, and this vast expanse of what they call "The Waste".
i got up and stretched my hands a bit. a cute, pointy-eared girl is sprawling beside me, her cream-colored skin only blanketed by a piece of cowhide and the receding darkness. they say she and her family was mutated... blah. i know The Almighty crafted all beings. mutation is only a way in which His hands work. with mixed feelings i knelt and combed her flowing, yellowish-red hair.
i got up, before taking a good look at her again. she's still sleeping... she won't feel the pain. poor girl, she was only 17 and blooming. it's a bit of a pity i had to take her. people will say that she died of some mutated virus, Halcyone said as she showed me the person.
with a whisk of my long sleeve i wielded my weapon: a stout, three-metre long heavenly-mythril scythe, gleaming silver in the twilight like a thousand suns reflecting on mercury. the hell-scythe of heaven, i always nicknamed it. it had served me well since The Almighty gave it to me on the day i was given this executioning task. it had been 4250 heavenly years... such a long time.
well, i had granted her final wish. she'll die without any regrets.
i swung the scythe once towards the sprawling body. it pierced her small, slender built like a stick through water, and finally it glowed pale blue. my task is now over.
i walked up to the mouth of the cavern and stretched my greyish-black metallic wing. the ever-shining sun greeted me with his ambient warmth. this time of the day is ever the same to me.
it had been eons in mortal time since i did this task the first time. and i am still taking lives... killing, mortals would say... whatever. i don't care. as long as the sun is still rising in the east, i shall do this task The Almighty had given to me.
without looking back anymore, i rose up to the air on the half-dying thermal wind. there are lives to take, and tasks to fulfill. and more importantly, there are a tomorrow for them. the ones who survived.
---author's note---
throw it all in to make this first story of mine. not really Fallout-ish... i just took the setting. i hope this could suffice to be posted and seen here. enjoy! and, oh yeah, comments on this one are welcome!
