[Romance and Cigarettes]: 486.The Shadows of Keyo

My hands gently curled around the sword my father, Takami Surmoni left behind, before he was left for dead by the Black Stream. A group of japenese ninja's, who worked for the dark lord of Shara.
I kneeled down by the body, which lay infront of me. His face pure white, like the dust of chalk had been gently worn into his repellent skin. His pure eyes looked back at me, yet still not a breath reached the cold, still breeze.
I lay my sword beside me, still the blood stretched across its fine touch I looked into the reflection, to just witness the pain, and emotions flying through my eyes, I could see the initals of my fathers name carved, yet now flooded with ones blood.
''I'll make you proud papa. I'll make him pay for this pain.'' My finger touched the blood, as I wiped it away with a pure white hankichief. I lay it beside the body, and smiled.
''This blood represents triumpth, the death of the dark lords soilder. I feel like I've teared his lungs. He suffocates more as I take another'' I laugh, as the sword plunges into his body one more time, and he is gone.
We were at war.
And I was going to make my father proud.