Burning
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
492
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Burning
Burning
He came across a desert pit and watched with fascination at the two red setting suns, and he felt something inside of him die. The sandy dunes looked soft as silk as the wind flew over them and Turles wished just for a minute he could feel like that.
The sky was lit with hues of reds and oranges, clouds skewed across the colored sky painting it. Turning his back to the setting suns, he faced the rocky mountain side where he just came from. Tall pillars erected from the ground and he could smell the burning scent of wood. The five pillars that stood in the air… what did they mean? He looked closely at the one that was nearest to him. In the stone surface he saw a face that looked so miserable. It didn’t smile, nor did it frown, but the eyes told everything.
“It’s sad, isn’t it?”
Turles turned his head to the small voice and stared in surprise. A little girl stood next to him, barefoot and dressed in a black short raggedy dress that was shredded and torn at the hem. A thin strap hung off one of her dead white shoulders and his hear skipped a beat as he realized that she didn’t have her left arm. His eyes traveled to her face and he saw that she was blind.
All of her hair was shaven off except for two, jet black chunks that were on either side of her head, looking like pig tails. Stitches lined the back and front of her skull, and Turles wondered if she had something wrong with her brain. The little girl slowly turned her head towards him and he cringed as he saw the emptiness within the white eyes. Why did he feel so connected to her, then?
He came across a desert pit and watched with fascination at the two red setting suns, and he felt something inside of him die. The sandy dunes looked soft as silk as the wind flew over them and Turles wished just for a minute he could feel like that.
The sky was lit with hues of reds and oranges, clouds skewed across the colored sky painting it. Turning his back to the setting suns, he faced the rocky mountain side where he just came from. Tall pillars erected from the ground and he could smell the burning scent of wood. The five pillars that stood in the air… what did they mean? He looked closely at the one that was nearest to him. In the stone surface he saw a face that looked so miserable. It didn’t smile, nor did it frown, but the eyes told everything.
“It’s sad, isn’t it?”
Turles turned his head to the small voice and stared in surprise. A little girl stood next to him, barefoot and dressed in a black short raggedy dress that was shredded and torn at the hem. A thin strap hung off one of her dead white shoulders and his hear skipped a beat as he realized that she didn’t have her left arm. His eyes traveled to her face and he saw that she was blind.
All of her hair was shaven off except for two, jet black chunks that were on either side of her head, looking like pig tails. Stitches lined the back and front of her skull, and Turles wondered if she had something wrong with her brain. The little girl slowly turned her head towards him and he cringed as he saw the emptiness within the white eyes. Why did he feel so connected to her, then?