The air outside is lukewarm and there is no breeze to cool it. It is early autumn and the leaves are starting to lack their green shades. The dawns early light has caused the sky to blaze up in a watercolour of red, amplified by the chemicals that the air now contains due to the number of bombings.
Ace Tyrant
A young Neco with the fairest of golden honey hair hung beside a lake where the current ran so slow that it was almost still. He sat there in the undergrowth, crouched on his tip toes whilst stirring the water before him with the tip of a silver arrow for something that resembled amusement. It caused the surface to spread out in ripples and pushed along deserted dead leaves that had fallen from the remaining disfigured trees. This forest was familiar and special to Ace. In the past he had spent weeks training and resting in the woodland with Jennifer, memories that he was trying his best to hold onto. They were what gave him hope and the will to survive, she might even return here one day unless she was...
No. Ace did not want to think of it. There was no way that viper of a woman was dead.
For a good minute or two the blonde youth said nothing, his expression totally empty and deserted. He then stated in a gentle wispy and silk like voice. "I don't care. You were kind and merciful..." Then he fell back into cold quiet, thought swarming around his mind about this extraordinary woman that he had now allowed himself to admit that he loved her with every last drop of his soul. Even though it felt like she disliked him greatly. Ace labelled himself a fool.
"Why don't you let people in...What’s the worst that could happen? Getting distracted from finding this girl? I really promise I won't let that happen. If the only thing that will make you happy is having her back beside you then I will try my very best that is the case..."
Someone as stubborn and ruthless as her just could not die, it did not seem possible in his simplistic and child-like mind. However, he more than anyone knew she had a rather broken and fragile heart, he also had a feeling that maybe he had began to help her, maybe he kept her going. Despite her thick and almost unbreakable false shell, Ace knew that deep down she held some compassion for the runt. Maybe without him and his ability to keep his promise, she would give up fighting.
The youth sighed lightly. Pulling his hair from his large orb like baby blue eyes and placing his arrow back into his leather quiver, Ace stood up and began making his way back to his so called "home".
Desolate, forsaken, alone.