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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 8:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 8:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 12:12 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 7:50 pm
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The metal hand that the old warrior sat upon gleamed in the darkness, a purplish hue covering the ground near the massive appendage. The ghostly white eyes were close and his hands laid on his crossed knees. It was a deep meditative posture and Mikyo was deep into concentration. Many thoughts danced through his mind like a mascaraed ball. The night was cool, a slight breeze ran through the white hair of the fighter as he took in a large breath of the cold darkness. His Father's column pushed through the earth and burst into tiny metallic particles, filling the space around the hand and Mikyo. They were like rain drops, but a little smaller, and standing completely still in the night air. The drops began to swirl around the massive hand and in front of the once farmer. His mind switched from thoughts of his life at hand, to weapons and different blades. Each thought turned the metal drops into that weapon that was thought by Mikyo. First a basic sword slashing into an axe, then into a hammer and so on and so on. All of a sudden the weapons stopped, and the swirling metal slammed together, letting out an earth shattering bang that knocked over a few trees, yards ahead of the warrior. Hearing the large plants fall, the ghost white eyes opened, falling upon the now created column that was four feet ahead of the aged fighter. Letting out a sigh, he cracked a smile looking upon the massive weapon. Thoughts turned to his past now, and his eyes closed once more are Mikyo leaned back, one of the giant metal fingers bending along with it's masters body. The only light now was that of the stars, shining down onto the training grounds...this is where his home should be...
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:03 pm
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