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this is a part of the story of a manga that i am working on, it is only a draft. i'm just wondering what people think about it before i go any further

	destiny's damnation
	destiny's damnation


this is a part of my story that i am working on Chapter Zero? As the moon light beams through the holes in the cavern, lay a man motionless and disturbed blood trickles down past his eyes, so cold and numb yet feeling emotions past his thoughts, tears join his blood made stream. Blurred by all the moisture in his vision a smile breaks through his tattered surface. A snap in his reflex a twitch in his neck as his mind devalues all of his state. His chest explodes with madness, sounds burst out of his mouth, eyes wide open tears fling to and fro laughter echos through the walls in the cave back to him, he starts thinking of the situation he has brung upon himself. A man of sorrow a man of fear never once would he acknowledge these, Though the night made it seem different. Ground trembling beneath his soul, snapping him back into his vitality. The last echo of his insanity ends, strength in his nerves makes him grasp his only sword. With the willingness to survive he desperately begins to stand up using his sword as a walking stick, he starts to sway as he moves forward to the light that shines for the entrance. Flesh tears on the jagged walls leaving a signature stain striving to get closer to the light. slowly he starts to remove his heavily thick cuirass and he continues the flow with the rest of his armor. Only several feet away from his goal a silhouette slowly appears into the depths of his sight. the shadows of the cave draw away from his body. he stands outside the entrance of the natural enclosure. his heart starts beating harder than his body can take, he steps no further looking as far as his vision lets him see both left right, up and down and starts to ponder his arguable path. Gaining balance and strength in his legs, with sword in grasp he brings his hand to his chest. The sharpness of the sword an inch away from his forehead. Gasping a deep breath shoots his chest out to the air and centers his spine, eyes forward with a bit of rage looking upon the silhouette as it grows with every step it takes, his mind shatters with the thought of destruction colors that were there in his view flow with a crimson glow. Thoughts of despair lingers in his mind as the entirety of his journey flash randomly. Frozen in his steps his form never moved an inch from when it was placed. Anger swiftly erupts inside him for the reason he fights and the willingness to put his life in his sword he knows all to well. Rage inflicts with survival it causes confusion, the thoughts both contradict ones action Nans · Sun Aug 07, 2005 @ 07:07am · 2 Comments


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