Monday, February 9, 2004

The Beginning.........

"Sutefan, you traitor! you will die for what you did!" "Mitsurgi? What are you talking about? I dont understand?" "Dont mock me with your lies!" A ribbon which once graced the girl like hair of sutefan was thrown to the ground. "But how.....my ribbon. Mitsurgi please its a set up" "Sutefan, Im no fool! Now prepare yourself!" "uh...Mitsugi" Sutefan raises his sword in a defensive position as the enraged Mitsurgi charges full force towards him. The battle cry of a delirious Mitsurgi srpead throughout the land. The sound of clashing metal sounded throughput the lonely mountains. "Mitsurgi,it doesnt have to be like this!" "the second your sword touched my son,you signed a contract with thr devil himself!" Mitsurgi,blinded by rage,tried to smash his way through to the body of Sutefan. As the fight came to an end the two warriors worn out from the fighting stepped back making sure not to lose focus on one another. "Mitsurgi,please,listen to reason,I dont know what happened!I haven not commited treachery!" Sutefan thrust his sword into the cold, icy ground with which he stood. Dropping to one knee Sutefan clenched his sword. "Mitsurgi, you have my word,whatever happened i did not do it" Mitsurgi with eyes wateringlowered his sword and turned his back to Sutefan. "I know Sutefan,forgive my arrogance,the cut and stab wounds which cover my sons body are not of your sword.Thnk you my....." Silence Mitsurgi now spoke as he clenched his chest where a sword now rest. "...brother is what you were going to call me Mitsurgi?" Mitsurgi fell to the ground, bloody from the chest. Sutefan raised his sword to finish what he once started. Like a tree hitting the ground within a forest, the evil Sutefan flew to the ground noticing an enraged Kuri grasping a wooden post. Dropping her weapon Kuri dropped to the ground and held Mitsurgi in her arms. "Kuri, we'll finish this another time" The half consious sutefan fled the battle site. "Mitsurgi,Mitsurgi,please,dont die!" the tears of the confused Kuri began to moisten the face of the dying Mitsurgi. As she felt his breath against her face begin to weaken, she leant towards Mitsurgi and kissed his lips as if to give him life. But the tight grasp he once held her hand with was now gone. The ground at which Mitsurgi lay was now stained with his blood, the last soul to witness Mitsurgi's life was his greatest admirer, Kuri. Kneeling in the deadly cold snow kuri held Mitsurgi until he also was as deadly cold as the snow with which he lay. In the snow which lay surrounded by a once again peaceful Mountain range lay the cold corpse of the brave and honourable warrior, Mitsurgi. Well what do you all think, comments are welcome and encouraged ^_^

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