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A.D. 17XX prologfeudal japan, year A.D. 17XX
a world overrun with gangs, warlords, dugs. streets lined with the homeless and the scumbags from all over the island.
geisha houses on one corner and a school on the next. where most money is earned by steal killing or drugs.
This is the one place in the orient you would never want to get lost in. where gangs of children would slit your throat to sell your body
for this organ or that useless remedy to baldness. a ship appears on day in the harbor along with a thick fog. its tattered and torn up, the
sails are in tatters, and the main mast is snapped in half. blood and be seen upon its decks and limbs of its crew are scattered about. the
logs upon the ship state that its from the middle east, destined for europe, so how did it end up in eastern japan? the locals are quick to
throw aside the mass damage to the ship, they don't care what happened to the crew or why, as long as there's a profit to the cargo who
cares.inside all that they find is a plain, stone
Life, Love, LostLightened Love-Lips lying,
on a miserable murder mouth,
in the dark dancer's face,
hands holding the harmony,
shivering safe sanctuary,
enclosed eyes exploding,
Life, Love, Lost!
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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