aVE aTQUE vALE
we love, we live, we die, the process is always the same,
that is life, whimsical and never to our liking.
that is life, whimsical and never to our liking.
The verdict was out.
The culprit was revealed.
There was no backing down now.
Sakurai Atsushi thought as he lay in his tent. His deathbed, to be exact.
He thought about his life, his family, his tribe. Now that King Seokjin was assasinated, everything seemed to... passing. He was unneeded, replaceable, old.
Expendable.
He felt death was close. He thought of his beloved wife, who had died just a few weeks prior, and who he had found only months before and had these precious few months of bliss with her. But he was no longer fearful of death. No, he embraced it. For in death, he would be with her again, with the love of his life. 'Only if you believe stong enough' she had said.
And he believed.
He had called in for his sons and soon enough Jaejoong and Sungjoo were entering through the flaps of his tent. He looked at them, both of them grown into two fine men, carrying his royal blood and Go Eun's kind heart. They would make good leaders. "My sons... my lineage... my pride..." he spoke "I may not say this often, but I want you to know it and to remember it, that I love you with every fibre of my existance and you are my pride and joy." he wasn't a man of many words, so he quickly cut tot he chase "The time for me to go has come, but fear not, because I will rejoin your mother and we will wait for you. In your next reign." the edges of his lips turned up in a faint smile "When I finally close my eyes and shut my mouth, I want no cries, no mourns. Burn my body and let it meld with the sand of the Desert. This is where I belong. My soul shall be free." he sighed and leaned back into the pillows. "Jaejoong, when this happens, the responsibility for the tribe shall be yours, you are my firstborn son, so you will become the next Nomad Khan. I know this is very tough, but you can handle it, I believe in you. This power is yours to handle, so handle it well and do what you want with it." a sudden cough washed over him and he needed a few moments to calm his breathing, before turning to his younger son "Sungjoo, there is nothing more valuable that I can give you, than your freedom. You are free, my son. Go, be happy, be loved, be healthy, but never forget where you came from. I know you will make our name golden. Always remember the Desert, my sons, she is our home, keep her." he muttered in silent voice, feeling the strength leaving him. "Keep the legacy." he repeated one more time, before greyish fog invaded his sight and he no longer saw the sides of his tent and the two worried glances of his sons, but a pair of equally adored eyes, who welcomed him...
The culprit was revealed.
There was no backing down now.
Sakurai Atsushi thought as he lay in his tent. His deathbed, to be exact.
He thought about his life, his family, his tribe. Now that King Seokjin was assasinated, everything seemed to... passing. He was unneeded, replaceable, old.
Expendable.
He felt death was close. He thought of his beloved wife, who had died just a few weeks prior, and who he had found only months before and had these precious few months of bliss with her. But he was no longer fearful of death. No, he embraced it. For in death, he would be with her again, with the love of his life. 'Only if you believe stong enough' she had said.
And he believed.
He had called in for his sons and soon enough Jaejoong and Sungjoo were entering through the flaps of his tent. He looked at them, both of them grown into two fine men, carrying his royal blood and Go Eun's kind heart. They would make good leaders. "My sons... my lineage... my pride..." he spoke "I may not say this often, but I want you to know it and to remember it, that I love you with every fibre of my existance and you are my pride and joy." he wasn't a man of many words, so he quickly cut tot he chase "The time for me to go has come, but fear not, because I will rejoin your mother and we will wait for you. In your next reign." the edges of his lips turned up in a faint smile "When I finally close my eyes and shut my mouth, I want no cries, no mourns. Burn my body and let it meld with the sand of the Desert. This is where I belong. My soul shall be free." he sighed and leaned back into the pillows. "Jaejoong, when this happens, the responsibility for the tribe shall be yours, you are my firstborn son, so you will become the next Nomad Khan. I know this is very tough, but you can handle it, I believe in you. This power is yours to handle, so handle it well and do what you want with it." a sudden cough washed over him and he needed a few moments to calm his breathing, before turning to his younger son "Sungjoo, there is nothing more valuable that I can give you, than your freedom. You are free, my son. Go, be happy, be loved, be healthy, but never forget where you came from. I know you will make our name golden. Always remember the Desert, my sons, she is our home, keep her." he muttered in silent voice, feeling the strength leaving him. "Keep the legacy." he repeated one more time, before greyish fog invaded his sight and he no longer saw the sides of his tent and the two worried glances of his sons, but a pair of equally adored eyes, who welcomed him...
SETONIX'S NOTE
HEYA, GUYYYSSSSS. SUSHI IS DYING, BUT I AM NOT! SADLY I WILL BE LEAVING THIS LOVELY ROLEPLAY, BUT REST ASSURED THAT IT'S NOT BECAUSE I HAVE SOMETHING THAT I DON'T LIKE ABOUT IT - IT'S JUST MY LIFE AND INSPIRATION. SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE SHOW LOTS AND LOST OF LOVE TO THE NEW ADMIN TEAM, THEY HAVE DONE A GREAT JOB WITH THIS ASSASINATION EVENT, NO? THEY ROCK, YEP. SO, SUPPORT THEM, AS I WILL FROM THE SHADOWS.
AND REMEMBER - SUSHI IS ALWAYS LURKING... MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, OKAY TATAAH~~
AND REMEMBER - SUSHI IS ALWAYS LURKING... MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, OKAY TATAAH~~
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