As the sword deserted the dojo and dove into the darkness, he realized that not even he may be suited for fighting this evil. Wafts of musty air grabbed at the sword, but he continued on, seeking the light beyond the shadows. Eventually the darkness fatigued the sword, but he gathered his energy and proceeded on through the dark. The dojo remained in his memory, though as he moved forwards, the darkness splintered his memory of the past. Oh how he longed for the warmth of the dojo, the sporadic tapestries on the wall that once comforted the sword now scared him - would he ever find his home once more? Would he ever reunite his childhood friend, Miss Potato? As he recalled his past, he kept floating ever onward, deeper down the river and deeper into the pit. Only he illuminated this black void, but his efforts were in vain - he existed in this plane, but a sword can only vanquish so much darkness with his mere presence. He quietly stopped in the shade. He could not turn around, yet his hope had left him back in the dojo. He tried to jump, but to no avail. After weeks of drifting onward, the sword froze his journey, and gave in to his doubts of success.
LD26 — Minimalism (1)
Katana Adventures II: The Reckoning by Jed Mayberry 2013-04-28T07:40:00
As the sword deserted the dojo and dove into the darkness, he realized that not even he may be suited for fighting this evil. Wafts of musty air grabbed at the sword, but he continued on, seeking the light beyond the shadows. Eventually the darkness fatigued the sword, but he gathered his energy and proceeded on through the dark. The dojo remained in his memory, though as he moved forwards, the darkness splintered his memory of the past. Oh how he longed for the warmth of the dojo, the sporadic tapestries on the wall that once comforted the sword now scared him - would he ever find his home once more? Would he ever reunite his childhood friend, Miss Potato? As he recalled his past, he kept floating ever onward, deeper down the river and deeper into the pit. Only he illuminated this black void, but his efforts were in vain - he existed in this plane, but a sword can only vanquish so much darkness with his mere presence. He quietly stopped in the shade. He could not turn around, yet his hope had left him back in the dojo. He tried to jump, but to no avail. After weeks of drifting onward, the sword froze his journey, and gave in to his doubts of success.