A waterfall of Tears

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

This is a story I wrote when I was rather sad and depressed so it's a bit emotional. Aah well, hope you enjoy it! Tell me what you think!


A waterfall of Tears..



~Nihil lacrima citius arescit~


Prologue:

My eyes watched the blood. The blood that slowly sought his way down, soaking my clothes. I just stood there, staring, engulfed in the pain which I had never felt before. He came closer, I had to react.

The sun shined upon my sword. My eyes followed it’s beams of light, till the image of blood marked my retina. It was his dark blood which covered the blade. He came closer, I had to react.

I stood there, watching the body and the blood soaked ground. Tears filled my eyes and started running down my cheeks. He came closer, I had to react.

His lifeless eyes seem to watch me, counting my tears. I try not to notice them, those eyes full of pain, full of sorrow. I turn around and walk away, but can not escape.

The screams and cries of battle bash against my eardrums, but I can’t hear them. Swords clash. Men crash to the ground, there last breath taken away due a piece of cold steel, but I can’t see them. I walk away, away from his eyes.

This is my sin. The black sky will hunt me for it, but I won’t give in.

[Dark Sephiroth]

its a good story but its more like a poem the way you have layed it out.

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

That's because it's the prologue;) the real story is yet to be posted :) I was waiting for some comments..

Chapter 1:

“Why are you stopping, Dolore?” The little girl asked me. I looked at her, but she hurt my eyes. Her smile and happiness were to much for me to handle in my current state. I quickly looked back to the flowers which I stared at before. A small cross raised up from the ground, ready to take on the world. Flowers were placed around it, to honour the memory of the dead. Tears began to fill my eyes, which shocked me to be honest. I dried them with the edge of my sleeve and looked back at the little girl. “I’m sorry, Chantal, let’s continue” Chantal smiles again, watching me as I turn my back to the memory of a honourable man and walk further down the road. She doesn’t seem to realise what the cross stands for.

After a few minutes of walking Chantal looks up to me “Is something wrong, Dolore?” She must have noticed my silence. “Everything’s ok, Chantal. Don’t worry about me. Let’s hurry up so we won’t get late” Chantal watches me as if she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t say anything in reply. I just walk further, further down the road, passing hurried men and woman. I wonder about it, why do they hurry? What is the point? They run through there lives, getting older and older as fast as they can.. Till they are to old to run, then they look back at there youth with desire and pain in there hearts. It doesn’t make sense..

“Thanks, Dolore. I’m sorry I let you watch over her.” The young woman smiles, as Chantal raises her hands. I lift her up so she can kiss me. “It was fun, Dolore” she says after she hugged me and I put her back down. “No problem, miss. It was fun” I stroke the little girl’s hair and walk away, waving at the woman. I’m have taken care of Chantal for several times now. I met her mother, Sara, half a year ago. She had some trouble with Chantal, who’s.. , always casting trouble in my view really. We have been friends since then. I take care of Chantal if Sara’s busy, and she invites me to dinner sometimes. A silent agreement.

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

no comments? :(

Chapter 2:

I’ve been raised by my real parents. Loving people. A happy live. As any other kid I had to help with the housekeeping, my father wasn’t rich enough to let me study and learn how to read and write.
At the age of 16 I joined the army. I wanted to do something else, but once again my father was to poor, and the army was free for anyone to join. My life became harsh and depressing in the army. Hard work and training were the most common things to do there. At first I had to work as any other beginning soldier, taking all the hard work, and the most stupid jobs. But after two years I had worked myself up to an actual soldier, assigned in the second squadron of the sixth division. My life became a lot better again. That was till my first battle.
I’ve never seen, heard, or felt anything like it. The moment I killed the first man in my whole live.. it changed me. It’s actually kind off strange, isn’t it? A life could disappear with just one snap of my fingers, one hit, piercing through a heart. With such a simple action a man, just like me, could disappear from this world, as if he had never existed. Those were the thoughts which ran through my head for months, over and over again. Not leaving me alone.
At the age of 27 I had faced numerous enemies, survived many bloody battles. The pain in someone’s eyes.. I got used to it, it couldn’t reach me anymore. My live extended another year till my skills were noticed and I was called to the commander.
“I’ve heard word of you, promising words” the commander said to me, after I sat down in his office. I had just returned from battle and was dead-boot to be honest. I didn’t hear his words, old thoughts came back to me. My own voice ran through my head. “..As if he had never existed..” Eventually the commander stood up and walked over to me, he padded me on the shoulder and wished me good luck with my new status. I looked up to him, but didn’t see him. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sin I commit everyday. “Is this what you give me in return?” I asked the commander “Is this what I get for taking the life of honorable men?” He just looked at me. I could see him doubt, and I know for sure that he had asked the same question when he was young. But he , as I predicted, didn’t say a word, he just looked at me. I sighed and stood up, walking past the man who had sunken into thoughts.

I noticed the commander watching me in the days after. He had given me the responsibility to control the right flank in the coming battle. I’m not very happy with this situation. I always thought being a officer is a better life then the life of a normal recruit, but the responsibility is depressing. Well, I can’t walk away from this, I have to prove myself. Although I don’t know why, it’s just as easy to just walk away…

[Dark Sephiroth]

okay since it is a story it will probably make out to be good i cant say really i have'nt read all of it.

[Zal]

Very nice

I like the chapters keeps me interested, and you give it lots of detail within each chapter aswell, very welldone work here, keep it up, and make more soon.

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

thnkx! yeah i have the whole story done already.. but didn't post it due the lack of comments xD i'll post next chapter soon ^^

[Zal]

thnkx! yeah i have the whole story done already.. but didn't post it due the lack of comments xD i'll post next chapter soon ^^

Ok sounds good, im actually looking forward to this so dont wait to long heh.

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

thanks for the interest ^^


Chapter 3:

After I had pulled back my hand and turned around, I walked away from the door, never to return again. I went back to the barracks and sat down on my bed. The day of the battle came closer with every second. I had a lot of things to do, but I couldn’t move. The image of the laughing Chantal floated before my eyes, a sword cut through it, blood filled my eyes. I buried my face in my hands to escape from the picture. “Such innocence.. Such sins”

After a while someone knocked on my door. I looked up and shook my head. “Yes?” A man opened the door and stepped inside. “Ah, Kenneth. What is it?” The man smiled when he replied “I’d like to invite you for a drink, sir. You’ve been away all day.” I answered his smile “quit the sir, Kenneth. That’s not for friends.” I said to him as he left the room. I followed him, trying to think of something cheerful.

I stood up early on the day of the battle, enjoying a long warm bath and taking my time to put on my armor. A few minutes later I step onto the hallway, ready. When walking towards the lunchroom many men run past me, busy preparing for the coming battle. The sound of men talking to there wife and children reaches my ears, even though they are behind closed doors. Men who say goodbye to there loved ones, as if they are already dead. And there wives, crying is if they had already lost there husbands.

Many faces turn my way as I step into the lunchroom. My men, men I have to lead to victory, men whom I have to protect. I sit down next to a simple table, ordering the usual. Everything seems right, I don’t feel the pressure of the battle at all, which is strange. “Hello Dolore, ready for the battle?” Kenneth asks me as he sits down next to me. “I see you already wear your armor” I look at him as I lower the piece of bread in my hand. “Yeah, I’m ready” I replied a bit worried when I had cleared my mouth.



and the last one =)


Chapter 4:


It is happening again. Why is it happening? I look around, seeing brave men fight to death. One man stumbles in my direction, but he doesn’t make it. His light fades away right before my eyes. He simply closes his eyes and falls. Thoughts off my first battle run through my head. “It is all the same…” Then I suddenly hear footsteps, my own footsteps. I stop and look up, up into the face of a torn man. I take a step and strike, as I see light reflecting in my eyes. I look down.

My eyes watch the blood. The blood which is slowly seeking his way down, soaking my clothes. I’m just standing here, staring, engulfed in the pain which feels so familiar. I came closer, he had to react.

The sun shined upon his sword. My eyes follow it’s beams of light, till the image of blood marks my retina. It is my own dark blood which covers the blade. I came closer, he had to react.

I’m standing here, watching the cold steel and my blood soaked clothes, as tears fill my eyes and start to run down my cheeks. I came closer, He had to react.

His eyes full of anger seem to watch me, counting my tears. I try not to notice them, those eyes full of hatred, full of demise. He turns around and walks away.

The screams and cries of battle bash against my eardrums, but I can’t hear them. Swords clash. Men crash to the ground, there last breath taken away due a piece of cold steel, but I can’t see them. I only see the black sky, the sky were everything disappears.

Pale moonlight once shined upon my greatest of days.. Lighting up de body’s and blood soaked grounds..

But now the darkness finally found me, I can only hope it takes away my sins..

[Glash]

that was a great story i can't belive that you can come yuo with a story like that nice work

[//.C.o.l.o.r.[s] <3]

that was a great story i can't belive that you can come yuo with a story like that nice work

Why thank you! :D

[Zal]

Ohh more chapters very, nice, these are very good reads, nice story hope to read more sometime soon.