by Haru-senpai 25th July 2014, 7:04 pm
As the airship would approach Shadow Island, a view of the Island would be shown. It was quite tropical, but it seemed to have a perpetual darkness about it. Even in the daytime it seemed to be...covered in fog, as it seemed no light could reach the island for some reason. It was a thick, jungle, who knew what awaited the wizards there.
In wake of Tartarus and Savage Skulls defeats, it seemed that a new threat had arisen to destroy Fiore. An ancient one.
Ahead of the airship; a gigantic yellow thunderbolt would slam down into the island causing a huge thunderstrike like noise in the air that would cause your average child to jump. It lasted only a moment, as the camera would show blue hair, then golden eyes and a blue wife beater.
An arm was shown with the tattoo wrapping around it in the language of the Fairies--this tattoo read "Glitter".
A toothy slayer smirk passed Heero's lips as he looked up at an approaching airship; seemingly followed by a familiar scent. From this distance it looked like a ball of light was following the ship. As a blank thought bubble popped above his head, he shrugged. He had left Garfield with Quinn back at the Guild, hoping he would keep himself out of trouble.
A sweatdrop passed over his head as truly, he just wanted to keep the Exceed safe; but he wouldn't be surprised if he showed up, deciding to track 'Heero and Simon down'. Shaking his head, he looked up at the airship as it got closer.
A shot from behind Heero looking up at the airship breaching the dark fogs of Shadow Island was in one word, epic.
His hair blew in the wind once as he shielded his eyes, with 'eyes like a Dragon' he could see up ahead, as Zenshin stood on the deck, a beacon of skill and strength, clothes and silver hair flapping in the wind. Heero smiled as he also knew that Simon was onboard. A sideways shot of Heero was shown as he got somewhat serious.
'Simon's a Wizard Saint now.......amazing. He remembered years ago, Simon was even smaller than he was now. Heero saw himself with short blue hair, and his aviator jacket on--teasing him, as Simon shouted one day he'd be strong enough to whip Heero'
The flashback ended as Heero closed his eyes, looking downward.
"That day may be closer than you think, Simon." when they met, Heero was barely over 17, he was now 21. He'd watched Simon grow, and although everyone probably doubted him Heero would never ever doubt him. Ever. He was made a Wizard Saint by Count Sparrow due to pressure from the people.
After saving Fiore multiple times, and destroying nearly half of it in the process--the people still loved him and in the end, Sparrow folded making him a Saint. In the wake of Acnologia's return however, Count Sparrow had become MUCH more secluded, strict, and secretive. Heero knew that his title as a Saint was just a sham---and never cared for it in the first place.
He was a champion of the people, not the Council.
An intense 'growling' noise, caused him to begin to pat his stomach with a huge toothy smile. The most famous wizard in Fiore had forgotten to pack lunch.
"I wonder if there's anything to hunt on this island..." he turned around and faced a thick, spooky, foggy jungle as a huge sweatdrop appeared over his head, as one could see the airship off in the distance behind him. "D-damnit...." he then recalled he'd stuffed some gum in his pocket, so he pulled some out and began to chew.
Heero stood on the beachs of Shadow Island blowing a huge, pink bubble. A wizard hard at work.