::Tengokuno Densetsu ::

by .:Mistic.:.

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.Prologue.

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As an autumn breeze blew past, the maple leaves rustled a bit in response and only the strongest held on past the turbulence. A lone girl sat on a bench in the park undisturbed by the orange leaves that danced past in the air. Enthralled with the book she was reading, she took no notice of how a few strands of her long raven-colored hair began to tangle up as they billowed with the wind.

"Still reading that book?"

Unfazed by the newcomer who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, she turned her face up to smile at him. "Their story's quite inspiring."

"Look at what they've done to you! They've turned you into some gushing romantic," he exclaimed in mock dismay. Her smile merely widened at that and she turned her attention back to the book.

...too many things that I wanted to say were left buried under the silence instead. Never let the important words be carried away as a whisper in the wind. Important words are never easy to say and important things, never easy to do or admit; but they are the only words worth speaking and the only things worth doing. They are the only ones that carry meaning to ourselves--to who we are. We are not defined by our name, our birth date, or, in some cases, even by our immortality or lack thereof. We are defined by what matters most to us, by the things, the words, the memories, and, most importantly, the people that tie us down, that give us meaning to life...

The girl's smile had a tint of something akin to regret in it. The things she had wanted to say but could never find the courage to. The things she had wanted him to do, for her, but could never open her mouth and ask him to.

"That must be the tenth time you've reread that book. It must intrigue you a lot," commented the boy, who had sat down a while ago. The girl did not reply, but merely laid her feet on the empty side of the bench and rested her head on his shoulder, still looking at the book in question. To any onlooker, the book would not have seemed very special. It had a leather cover. Granted, there was no title stamped on the cover of on the binding but, other than that, there was nothing at all out of the ordinary. One might've guessed that it was just a plain old diary, except that there were no dates anywhere on the pages the girl had opened to, nor were there many references to people or places.

But to the girl, this book was much more than your average interesting book. The story it told, like she had said earlier, inspired her. At the same time, the stories untold--the stories hidden within these lines, the emotions and regret that spilled out from that flowing, inky script--are even more intriguing; because she had been witness to it--had been part of it.

She wondered what might've happened if she had chosen, back then, to say what she had really wanted to say, instead of running away and leaving behind a temporary solution. Perhaps then, things would be different now. They might've died together, fighting side by side in battle, instead of now...

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Yes. I'm finally updating Tengokuno Densetsu (previously known as Immortal Karma, Etherian Messiah, etc.) again! I'm going to redo the first few chapters, so they're going to be taken off the for now, until I type up the first few chapters. The story line/plot is going to be the same, and I'll leave the profiles and background info. up for now, since they pop up in the first chapter. But I will try to update this story more. It's really one of my most developed ideas, plot-wise...

...::mistic flame::...

P.S. If anyone would like to beta-read my work, drop me a note.