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The warrior was so exhausted that he could hardly stand. He was weak from lack of food and ill from the cold. His body radiated pain and it almost paralyzed him. Gladly, he would have lain down to die, but no, he had a mission to finish.
The battle had been harsh and his Gundam had almost been destroyed. Luckily, with the help of the God of Death and a silent clown, the enemy had been defeated; the battle had been won for the day. “It will not be the last.” Had said the longhaired god. He had been right of course. There would always be another fight, battle or war as long as human beings plague the Earth and colonies with their selfishness. “No, but it’s one less.” Had replied the green-eyed clown. The warrior hadn’t agreed, but had kept himself quiet. For one battle there would be another, and at least he was returning from this one. The three soldiers, allies…friends departed quickly. The black god and silent performer returning to their fair-haired angel, who by chance had been injured in a battle not long ago. The warrior fled back to his own peace, where he would surely meet a dragon. He pondered on war and human life on the rocky flight home. Without war what would a warrior do? He had always secretly dreamed of a normal life, living in a normal world. But without war and battles and fights, a perfect world was far from being born. The warrior, once landed, sighed as he arrived at his destination. This was as normal as he’d get. So at that thought he forced himself to the ground. Ignoring his battered, bleeding body he limped to the door. Before he could knock the wooden slab opened to reveal the dragon. His dragon. The dragon took one look at his warrior and roared. “Damn it Yuy! One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed!” He smiled. This was normal. This was home. This was peace. This was life. Mission accomplished. ~Owari~ |
