Post by Wander on Mar 14, 2020 3:50:57 GMT -6
Thread PL: 50,000Majin BloomIn the depths of Fukurou Forest, a small tower-shaped home stood. A strange dwelling, like unto a ruined structure of stone bound together by wood. A puff of smoke pulsed from it's chimney, and the smell of cooking frequently came from within. While Wander did not technically need to eat biological matter, it did taste good. Besides, it was good for any guests who might stop by. He had quite a stocked tea rack, as well as coffee, berries for juice, and even some beer brewing in the cellar.
He had spent the past year meditating and waiting, as around him the world grew more chaotic and violent. Even now, if he focused very carefully, he could feel the distant twinkling of fighters clashing. Truly, this world deserved it's name. Soon enough, he would have to venture beyond this home he made. It was to be expected. He had been given the job of Chronicler, after all. To observe the beginnings of a new age of war, and see where things would stand once it was all over.
Although, it had been anticipated that he might choose to walk a different path. The roads the children walked differed, much as the clans of their cousins/ancestors, the Namekians. The Path of the Unbending Tower, the Path of Flowing Leaves, The Path of the Slashing Branch. Before he left, he had been walking the Path of the Flowing Leaves, but whether he would continue to walk that road was unclear. Three paths stretched before each member of the Children, trodden by many others. Untrodden paths or roads meant for few to walk existed as well. Whichever you chose, the expectation was that you would walk forwards. For if you turned back, and looked behind you, there was another path, wasn't there?
The path that had lead them to where they were. They all knew where that path lead. It was their history after all. To rewalk it was to invite disaster upon yourself, to reckon with yourself and all around you. That was why they sent him, after all. He had been judged to be the best candidate. If he chose to walk the Path of the Heretic.... it would be with a clear mind and unwavering heart.
But before such a choice, he would have to see the choices made by others. Such as the power level currently approaching his home. Reaching into the great stone oven, he removed a roasted boat, and took a quick taste of the sizzling honey-maple glazing he had applied. "It seems I am about to have a guest. Wonderful. It's always much nicer than eating alone."
