Writing Good-Bye Briana [PG -- V]

[White Akita]

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Good-Bye Briana
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The forest was covered in a thick bluish-white mist, and it was all I could do to see in front of myself. It surrounded me in a swirl, almost howling to me as if I were a part of it. I took a few steps further, not caring what lie beyond in front of me. Whether it be a cliff, I didn\'t care. Whether it be something else, I didn\'t care. It is not my nature to care, and for that I am proud. A loud cry was heard, sounding like that of a human lost, without her fellows. I Began to abrubtly follow it, not knowing what it clearly was. I continued walking on, the dry leaves crackling beneath my noble feet, and the trees almost bowing at my presence. The forest was becoming less dense and I soon stepped out of the misty wood. I turned and looked back.

The sight was like an unending green mountain, sheer beauty in which no mortal could comprehend. Then I returned forward. The grass was tall, swaying helplessly with the heavy breeze, continuing across to the edges of the forest. IT too was a beautiful sight. I only wish he could see it\'s beauty as he had when he was a child. On second thought, why do I even give a inconsiderable care? We never liked each other, and father acknowledged that simple fact. He didn\'t seem to even like me, but he recieved it all. I was barley noticed when the bastard was born into this world. That is not the only reason I want to rid of him forever. But I have many reasons to do so.

The sky soon began to darken, and the mist began to slowly lift, But not all of it. IT was still difficult to see beyond me, but I could see. It was hard to keep memories from coming into my mind every now and then, They all seemed to come with the fog, as they were now. It was hard to push back the hurt that had turned me into what I am today, What I am proud for, and what HE created me to be. Nothing seemed to hurt anymore, and I feel no remorse for what I have ever done. I do not relive the past, for there is no point, it only brings back hurting memories, yes... something DOES hurt I, the coldest being on earth. They are the memories that jordan Had bestowed upon my being, trying to kill me as we grew older with time. I swore it, I swore to myself I was going to kill him, and nobody else was going to; and I had planned to keep that promise.

The cry in the distance became louder, and a little more clear, and it was that of a female voice. It was was familar somehow, Yet I couldn\'t remember it at all. A storm was brewing itself over head, and you could hear the thunder that was rumbling itself in the menacing clouds. Darkness took over the remaining light, drowning it out, battling for superiority. The shrill cry was heard again, this time louder than it was before. I wished it would shut up so I wouldn\'t be tempted to follow it. But alas, it didn\'t. I steeped gracefully, my glistening silver sword carefully swaying with each move.

I hated this. It was only curiosity, but curiosity may be my undoing. I believed that I had controlled it, but it is yet another instinct I cannot control. In the distance, I saw a flash, and a bright glow. I now smiled, For I knew who it was. I continued moving in on her, the air billowing even more menacing, and now the trees snapped and moaned. What a perfect backdrop for her demise. I came upon the brat quickly, standing, and waiting for her to call for help. I had a feeling that this was going to be differnt than any other. I had never fought a Priestess. Finally, my greatest kill before Jordan.

She was afraid of me when she finally spotted me, I could sense it within her, as It was present in her eyes. I could feel her fear increase as she looked into my hands, seeing the arrow she had shot at me between my fingers as it was so long ago. In her fright she tried to back away, but fell upon an uprooted tree, twisting her ankle to an unatural place. Now she looked defenseless, But the I knew better. She had a knack for being more powerfull when endangered or angry, I din\'t want to risk it. I stepped closer, and her breathing became labored, and I still had the imminent smirk on My face; the usuall one for when I was going to enjoy a kill. briana backed away, almost squeakng like a trapped mouse. \"this is the end\" I could see plastered upon her face. Then I made my charge, And I enjoyed her scream.

Briana stared in what almost resembled regret at my face, then at the sword that Stuck through her torso. She cried, But it did not move me. She screamed for Jordan as I yanked my sword back from her, her blood profusely spurting over my face and body. She let out a shudder, as the last bit of life drained from her. The rain began pouring in heavy droplets, how often this scene is happening when one dies. I almost, ALMOST felt guilty about killing her. I scoffed at the anger that will be held in Jordan when he finds his wench dead. I hope the last thing she sees, is my walking away, laughing mockingly at her.

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