LaughterThe streets of Leinfahd were full of life. The normal bustle of the nations capitol filled the air, and the young master strode down the street, his long cape flowing freely behind him. He brushed his long, silver hair behind his ear as he approached one of his soldiers on the street.Good morning, Your Excellency. the soldier said, placing a hand over his chest. How are you this morning?I am well. Noble responded.What business do you have that graces our city with your presence? he asked.Im on my way to Verrillia to meet with the governor.By yourself, m
The DecisionJuly 8, 1864; Kyoto, Japan. Japan is at war with itself. The warriors of the Shogunate, the current national power, fight desperately against the Loyalists, who seek to restore the nations power back to the Emperor. The Emperor, a young man, has come to adore all things western and seeks to turn Japan into a modern, powerful, and independent nation. Yet many fear that this rapid change will destroy all of Japans culture and heritage. In a move to deliver a crushing blow to the Shogunate, the Choshu Loyalists are gathering in Kyoto with a plan to set fire to the city. And while the Kyotos special police force, the Shi
The Shadow CrimsonAlong the edge of the Hunters Road sat an old pub and inn. Despite its haggard appearance, the inside told a different story. The bar room was full of the din of its patrons; all of them regular travelers. At the back of this darkly light room was the bar, where the proprietors oldest son tended to the business tired customers. But the corner of the room that was the farthest away from the door was the darkest. There sat a single table under an empty lantern. The table appeared in poor repair, even to the eye of a patron from the other side of the pub. A slender man sat at this table, surrounded by three other men, al
The ReunionCough, cough, cough!I finally make it back to Tokyo, and I get a cold. Ryoko pouted, turning back to her desk. And why did it get so cold again this close to spring anyway? She leaned her elbows on the desk, crossing her arms in front of her, and stared at her Mathematics book. Two more weeks, she sighed. just two more weeks until the entrance exam. She lifted her pen and continued to write in her workbook.Her bedroom was spacious, decorated with soft colors and stuffed animals on every shelf. A small picture frame sat on her desk. The picture inside featured three figures:
The Young Lord of Lenfahd It is a custom of mine to take walks around the city in which I was born to rule. I would prefer to do it by myself, but my retainers always insist on accompanying me, especially Seirus, so I indulge them. Maybe its my age. I am only 12 after all. In any case, I find that it is best to know the people and be known by them. I have advisors, of course, but they are all so many years older than I am. Even if I am to trust their word, I still feel a certain satisfaction in finding out who my people are for myself. I know this is a quaint city when compared to so many other capitols in the world. Nevertheless, it is