Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

Page fourteen

Brothers dead
Famillies torn
Sisters dead
Hate is born.

The Iron sea looked even more beautifull from above. The brown metal waves filled with small sips of Lunar blue crashing down upon eachother. A wild sight. As if the world knew that it was about to be torn asunder by war and rivalry. Lenor sat behind me, asleep in her chair. The foolish little girl was going to need it since, for some reason she had incisted to join me in my search. As a senior officer, I could have easily denied her request. But the sincerity in her eyes, the hatred towards the Shaded fist for what they did to Nilara, those things convinced me to allow this foolish young girl to join me. Which was strange, considdering that, to my knowledge, Lenor has had no dealings with Nilara what so ever. I should ask her about that later.

The sea disappeared behind a wall of black fog and clouds as we entered the Iron lands. The desolate, barren lands now came into full vieuw. Dreadfull thunderclouds ever shattering the skies. The dark brown and dead soil looking ever treacherous. I noticed Lenor's hand holding mine tightly. Either out of fear or..Something else. I allowed it, looked at her, looked at my rifle and pistol, then awaited the landing.

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