Post by Erina Blade on May 26, 2019 19:03:04 GMT -6
Pausing to look over the sprawling city below, the scholar marveled at the site. Wind blew across the hilltop and ruffled her messy hair, causing the woman to reach up absently. Brushing the mess clear of her gaze, the scholar’s gaze returned to the city. It had been her home for a number of years now, and her change in career had started in a tavern there. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out a beaten notebook from within. Flipping through the pages to the last, blank page, Erina reached up to her ear. Brushing the hair to one side, she slipped the pencil tucked on her ear free. Clicking the tip out, she began writing on the last page.
My days on Vegeta were rewarding. My father and his colleagues taught me everything I knew, and how to wage war by myself. After his passing and the disbanding of the mercenary group, I was struck by reality; I couldn’t fight a battle of strength in this world by myself. Not at my current strength, with the abilities I possessed. Beaten by an opponent who let me live out of pity, I was left a broken mess at the gate of the city. The family who took me in was kind and showed me a new path, one where my words paved the road forward. First children, then adults, and soon entire crowds flocked together to hear the stories of my father and his band of comrades. My emotions were shared to them, as my own cherished memories painted a fierce battle that contrasted their own lives in the city. Tales of bravery and heroism were savored by all those who listened, after the actions of the World Trade Fleet. Children needed heroes, adults needed a break, and elders needed to reminisce. And my stories did that. I’ll never forget those smiling faces and the laughs of the delighted listeners. It gave me a second chance, a new hope to grasp at after I lost my first path. Thank you for all the memories, Cacumber...and thank you, Turys.
Her pen paused on the final words, as beads of water scattered across the page. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve, the scholar tucked the battered notebook into her pocket. Pulling her hand out, she held a capsule. Tossing it onto the ground, the woman covered her face as it exploded in a small cloud of dust and debris. When the smoke cleared, it revealed a small pod. Walking forward, Erina pressed the button on the door. It hissed open, allowing the woman to seat herself within. Punching a handful of coordinates into the built-in computer, the woman knestled herself into the seat within. Pulling the respiration mask down, the woman let the built-in systems start taking over.
My days on Vegeta were rewarding. My father and his colleagues taught me everything I knew, and how to wage war by myself. After his passing and the disbanding of the mercenary group, I was struck by reality; I couldn’t fight a battle of strength in this world by myself. Not at my current strength, with the abilities I possessed. Beaten by an opponent who let me live out of pity, I was left a broken mess at the gate of the city. The family who took me in was kind and showed me a new path, one where my words paved the road forward. First children, then adults, and soon entire crowds flocked together to hear the stories of my father and his band of comrades. My emotions were shared to them, as my own cherished memories painted a fierce battle that contrasted their own lives in the city. Tales of bravery and heroism were savored by all those who listened, after the actions of the World Trade Fleet. Children needed heroes, adults needed a break, and elders needed to reminisce. And my stories did that. I’ll never forget those smiling faces and the laughs of the delighted listeners. It gave me a second chance, a new hope to grasp at after I lost my first path. Thank you for all the memories, Cacumber...and thank you, Turys.
Her pen paused on the final words, as beads of water scattered across the page. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve, the scholar tucked the battered notebook into her pocket. Pulling her hand out, she held a capsule. Tossing it onto the ground, the woman covered her face as it exploded in a small cloud of dust and debris. When the smoke cleared, it revealed a small pod. Walking forward, Erina pressed the button on the door. It hissed open, allowing the woman to seat herself within. Punching a handful of coordinates into the built-in computer, the woman knestled herself into the seat within. Pulling the respiration mask down, the woman let the built-in systems start taking over.
I’ll be back, kids. There will be plenty of stories to tell, after this journey. That, and more books. I will teach all of you about the cosmos, and what it holds. Wait for me, father. I’ll build a legend just as big as yours.
Erina Departs for Namek
