Post by Sun Quan on Dec 21, 2009 16:15:51 GMT
Sun Quan was destined to walk where no other Sun could walk. Oh ready was he no longer his father, brother, mother or sister. His own man, his own soul, his own sword, and his own King. But if he was not looking up to those before him, then what was there left to achieve?
To man the machines of war and become a butcher like Cao Cao, to chase the flag of success for the rest of the time he was left upon this fabled land?
Or to find himself in the hearts and minds of those below him, to submit to the ancient tribulations of the just and provide for those many that couldn't have gotten here without him.
Mid walk he paused, his foot quivering as it made for the next engraved tile of his palace floor. That tile was his, but today he dare not walk on it. Today he was a boy, and today he would come to terms with what made him a man, if he truly was one.
Upon the stretch of the horizon, near the edge of his large quarters, he found himself standing at his balcony, gazing far down into the city of Wu. It burned a golden red in his eyes, each and every soul in Jian Ye seeming as an ember in their majesty's eyes.
In a flash however his visage changed, and his mind was brought back to Chi Bi, the day his embers, his people had been on that battle, burning down Cao Cao's fleet. It was a spectacle, but it was also so vile and evil. Their screams, they sounded just like his people at work; his bustling city was nothing short of that hell that had done so much pain that one day.
A tear shred down his cheek as he leaned against the edge of the balcony, his arms lifeless on the banister. He now realized as their patriarch he'd have to become one with them all, and allow their evil to crush his soul. Or...
Thud.
To man the machines of war and become a butcher like Cao Cao, to chase the flag of success for the rest of the time he was left upon this fabled land?
Or to find himself in the hearts and minds of those below him, to submit to the ancient tribulations of the just and provide for those many that couldn't have gotten here without him.
Mid walk he paused, his foot quivering as it made for the next engraved tile of his palace floor. That tile was his, but today he dare not walk on it. Today he was a boy, and today he would come to terms with what made him a man, if he truly was one.
Upon the stretch of the horizon, near the edge of his large quarters, he found himself standing at his balcony, gazing far down into the city of Wu. It burned a golden red in his eyes, each and every soul in Jian Ye seeming as an ember in their majesty's eyes.
In a flash however his visage changed, and his mind was brought back to Chi Bi, the day his embers, his people had been on that battle, burning down Cao Cao's fleet. It was a spectacle, but it was also so vile and evil. Their screams, they sounded just like his people at work; his bustling city was nothing short of that hell that had done so much pain that one day.
A tear shred down his cheek as he leaned against the edge of the balcony, his arms lifeless on the banister. He now realized as their patriarch he'd have to become one with them all, and allow their evil to crush his soul. Or...
Thud.
