The journey towards her homeland spanned a few days by foot. The trains were not permitted to travel any further south towards the Tenouza land even after the year had gone by. Luckily for Akane the winter days have proved to benefit her journey. Trees with no leaves had their branches brush and scrape against each other with the soft breeze of cold air. The soils and rocks agitated with a satisfying crunch with each step as the young teen adjusted her backpack straps.
A hand dug into her skirt pocket and rummaged for her phone. Once out of her pocket she flipped the screen up and panned through her directories to open up a message. The number wasn’t saved but the message held too much meaning to be ignored.
‘Just look at what they’ve done to our people. Reduced to atoms in a crater south of the village. See for yourself.’
A weighted sigh escaped her. “It’s on the way… Might as well.” Her hand stuffed her phone back into her pocket. Her brown eyes drifted upwards to gaze at the sky as her polearm rested on her shoulder.
An hour crept by and through the break in the trees Akane spotted the location. Years of wear and weather effects still showed the travesty of what occurred at this compound. The outskirts had remnants of bones littered about. The freezing temperatures of the mountains kept most of them intact. The smashed brush of bushes and overturned trees told a tale of a chaotic retreat to safety. In the rubble was a telling sign. Akane crept closer only to reveal that the object lodged into the earth was a statue of the pope. Broken and submerged beyond her abilities to fix and retrieve it. However, the story here grew larger with each step.
Akane stopped before the land gave out. Spread out in a giant circular hole was a crater of what used to be a Tenouza compound.
“What the hell… Who did this?” A wave of confusion washed over her. The Tenouza people she knew and loved were not heartless killers and demons that sought to take over the world. They were bakers, teachers, engineers and more importantly family members to others. Not everyone within the crossfire had violent intentions. Akane believed the innocent were always dragged into senseless violence at the hands of a warlord. Blood painted the hands of the soldiers who often simply followed orders in fear of reprimand.
Not one to openly pray, Akane planted her spear into the dirt beside her and went to her knees. Hands clasped together in front of her, reciting a small prayer for the innocent lives who died here. “Tch… I bet it was those Kumo ninja. Why did they….” Her hands coiled into a balled fist. They began to shake with anger the more she pondered the outcome. “Why did they blow the place up and not just kill the officials…” She grit her teeth, shortly after she rose to her feet. Her fingers coiled around her spear and pulled it out of the ground. Her brown eyes never left the center of the crater. Without hesitation she jumped down the slope to check out the remnants.
[MFT: 537]
A hand dug into her skirt pocket and rummaged for her phone. Once out of her pocket she flipped the screen up and panned through her directories to open up a message. The number wasn’t saved but the message held too much meaning to be ignored.
‘Just look at what they’ve done to our people. Reduced to atoms in a crater south of the village. See for yourself.’
A weighted sigh escaped her. “It’s on the way… Might as well.” Her hand stuffed her phone back into her pocket. Her brown eyes drifted upwards to gaze at the sky as her polearm rested on her shoulder.
An hour crept by and through the break in the trees Akane spotted the location. Years of wear and weather effects still showed the travesty of what occurred at this compound. The outskirts had remnants of bones littered about. The freezing temperatures of the mountains kept most of them intact. The smashed brush of bushes and overturned trees told a tale of a chaotic retreat to safety. In the rubble was a telling sign. Akane crept closer only to reveal that the object lodged into the earth was a statue of the pope. Broken and submerged beyond her abilities to fix and retrieve it. However, the story here grew larger with each step.
Akane stopped before the land gave out. Spread out in a giant circular hole was a crater of what used to be a Tenouza compound.
“What the hell… Who did this?” A wave of confusion washed over her. The Tenouza people she knew and loved were not heartless killers and demons that sought to take over the world. They were bakers, teachers, engineers and more importantly family members to others. Not everyone within the crossfire had violent intentions. Akane believed the innocent were always dragged into senseless violence at the hands of a warlord. Blood painted the hands of the soldiers who often simply followed orders in fear of reprimand.
Not one to openly pray, Akane planted her spear into the dirt beside her and went to her knees. Hands clasped together in front of her, reciting a small prayer for the innocent lives who died here. “Tch… I bet it was those Kumo ninja. Why did they….” Her hands coiled into a balled fist. They began to shake with anger the more she pondered the outcome. “Why did they blow the place up and not just kill the officials…” She grit her teeth, shortly after she rose to her feet. Her fingers coiled around her spear and pulled it out of the ground. Her brown eyes never left the center of the crater. Without hesitation she jumped down the slope to check out the remnants.
[MFT: 537]