The first fishThe first fish by ~Aioros-sama
„Daddy, I’m hungry!“
Ilias glanced down at the tiny boy tugging at his trousers. The Leo Saint marveled at how his son had inherited his eyes. Finally, he answered.
„Well then, Regulus. How about you hunt or catch yourself something?“
„But daddy !“, the four years old boy protested. „I don’t know how to hunt OR to catch.“
„In that case“, Ilias replied, „it is time for you to learn. Follow me.“
The two of them left the village. Back when Ilias had left Sanctuary, he had found a home with a tribe of native americans. He felt they were his soul brethren, in tune
Abel's emissaryAbel's emissary by ~Aioros-sama
The blue sky streched overhead. A gentle breeze wafted through the area of Navarron.
It carried the scent of doom.
With a sudden flash, a man appeared on the meadow. His ice-blue eyes searched the surroundings. The wind whipped through his dark blue hair.
„Icarus!“, he called. „Icarus of Navarron, show yourself!“
The man had appeared without a sound, without a visible move. He knelt behind Abel. The god turned and his eyes studied the warrior. Dark brown curles framed his face, and his eyes were emerald green. The sun glittered on the armor he wore.
„Icarus“, the deity repeated. &bd
Waking of the dragonWaking of the dragon by ~Aioros-sama
Freezing winds howled all around him, tugging at his clothes and hair.
A huge dragon with a body made of ice towered in front of him. Its booming voice never came out of its mouth, rather it resounded inside his heard.
,Child, do you think you can wield me?‘
Always that question. Always that same question.
„Who are you?!“, the boy yelled. „I can’t understand your name!“
But the words were swallowed by the wind.
Toshiro jolted upright, panting. Slowly, he got back to reality, realised where he was. The squad barracks. There was no plain of ice, no howling wind
Lost gravitationLost gravitation by ~Aioros-sama
Rain. Rain all over again.
Isshin leaned against a wall, cigarette between his fingers. He just had been to see Masaki’s body and to identify her.
Who had seen this coming?
Of course, as former Captain of the Gotei 13, he knew how endangered people with high spiritual pressure were. Masaki, being a Quincy, belonged to those people.
But her dying like THIS? It seemed incredible.
He did not want to know what Ichigo was going through. After all, the boy had been there when it happened. From what Isshin had heard, Masaki had tried to protect him, so Ichigo had found himself lying beneath his mother’s blood-covered body. What a nightm