It was nice while it was sane.
Goodbye and Good Luck,
Azuki
A female figure retreated wordlessly into the misty veil of her lands. Her back symbolized that she would leave everything behind.... Her ward was old enough to take care of herself and her friends could deal with her absence. She served all her kindness she could to them, and now, it was time for her to go. Go into the misty laden darkness where she would go into hiding forever more, unreachable to any being... anyone...
Her loss would not be much of an impact, for the things she left behind were already battered beyond repair or notice. It mattered not anymore. Old relations were laced with shadow and doubt. Betrayal had flooded the ties of relationships and bonds and everything was unsure.
This was for the best... that another had decided to branch off. After so many had, what did it matter?
Her loss would not be much of an impact, for the things she left behind were already battered beyond repair or notice. It mattered not anymore. Old relations were laced with shadow and doubt. Betrayal had flooded the ties of relationships and bonds and everything was unsure.
This was for the best... that another had decided to branch off. After so many had, what did it matter?
