He let out a deep sigh. He could feel the winds shake his armor. This was it. This was the end. "We'll see where fate bring me." he thought. He had been thinking for a long time.
The city was lively. It was Karakuri city. It was a festival."We have to find the guildmaster, Brushy!" Ramen told Brushogun. He took steps down the crowded streets looking at the poor and famished farmers all over with smiles. The city was a heave in its own sense, just like Kichiro had told him. He tried to be happy, he hoped this place was accepting. He wanted somewhere to call home, somewhere he could be free. This festival was full of life, yet Brushogun felt an absence of it in his soul. "I bet the Guildmaster is huge! I bet his has a ponytail and a mustache!"
The lanterns filled the streets creating a light brighter than the moon above them. This was everything Brushogun wanted. But was he wanted was a place where he belonged. Why would a guild accept a boy who was cursed to be a golem? Why would they allow him to live? We was a killer who just wanted to avenge the family that was murdered. The same family that abused him growing up.
"Brush, are you alright?" Ramen stopped darting through the people to console his friend. Brushogun had stopped to ponder life. He continued onward, shaking off his feelings and thoughts. He replied with his thought, "It's fine. Let's find the guildmaster."
Brushogun stood on the ledge of the tower, looking down at the clouds. He had no idea what lay below. If destiny would save him, then so be it. He lifted his foot before him and held it over the ledge. "There is hope somewhere." he thought. "It's somewhere."
* * * * *
The city was lively. It was Karakuri city. It was a festival."We have to find the guildmaster, Brushy!" Ramen told Brushogun. He took steps down the crowded streets looking at the poor and famished farmers all over with smiles. The city was a heave in its own sense, just like Kichiro had told him. He tried to be happy, he hoped this place was accepting. He wanted somewhere to call home, somewhere he could be free. This festival was full of life, yet Brushogun felt an absence of it in his soul. "I bet the Guildmaster is huge! I bet his has a ponytail and a mustache!"
The lanterns filled the streets creating a light brighter than the moon above them. This was everything Brushogun wanted. But was he wanted was a place where he belonged. Why would a guild accept a boy who was cursed to be a golem? Why would they allow him to live? We was a killer who just wanted to avenge the family that was murdered. The same family that abused him growing up.
"Brush, are you alright?" Ramen stopped darting through the people to console his friend. Brushogun had stopped to ponder life. He continued onward, shaking off his feelings and thoughts. He replied with his thought, "It's fine. Let's find the guildmaster."
* * * * *
Brushogun stood on the ledge of the tower, looking down at the clouds. He had no idea what lay below. If destiny would save him, then so be it. He lifted his foot before him and held it over the ledge. "There is hope somewhere." he thought. "It's somewhere."
