Snow Wyrm

[Tequilla.Sunrise]

"Son, I am proud."

Father was a man of few words. He spoke of honor and integrity. He spoke of his love for mother and me. Then, when he said those words, he was dying. Father was old and wise, like an oak. The snow on his boughs weighed them down, but gave strength. My mother was in the other room crying, for she knew his time had come. She was petite, his flower he said. A flower next to an oak.

"You will do our name justice."

He never placed emphasis on name or family tradition. He did not need to. When he spoke, people listened. His words moved them, so he spoke rarely. He was not a politician. He did not consider himself an important man. Just another officer in the Naval Forces. He was decorated, even in death. The people did not know him, except for what little he had said.

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"It's a another hollow feeling... when it comes down to dealing friends..."

Rebel-II (Manta)
Snow.Wyrm (Chimera)
Fire.Wyrm (Katana)