He stopped mid-sentence, hearing and sensing something behind him moments to late, pain slowly collecting in his back. Electricity ran through his body, enough to override his tolerance as he fell forward, voicing his agony with cries of complete torture. Just as quickly as it arrived it dissipated, his arms cradling his own stomach, hoping the worst of the pain had passed. He seemed exhausted in recovering, unable to regain his stature and confused by this sudden weakness. Breathing slowly, it was then that his senses regained alertness and the pain returned greater then before. Her arms wrapped around his chest, sapphire tears fell against his shoulder as he realized the burden now resting on his shoulders. "T-Tira..?" Please.. A response.. Anything... Silence would only prove his fears and force acceptance, nothing comforting him save the last beats of her pulsating heart, finally finding eternal rest.
"Such a disappointment..." Mother? Cradling his fallen love he looked behind him, horrified to see the visage of Tira's murderer in the careless eyes of his own blood. "Release yourself from this childish fantasy! Generations have endured isolation to satisfy the security of the people, yet you'd sacrifice the fates of many for your own petty desires? Honestly.. I-"
"Shut up..." Complete quiet followed, Jun slowly picking up the limp form that many could only associate as a treachery from the lands of Rain. His stride remained questionable as he attempted to maintain his composure, the whole time unwilling to gaze at anyone else, not wishing to remain conscious of this ordeal. Blood flowed through the cloak matted against her frail body, running down his arms and joining his own in a morbid connection. There wasn't any difference... "I am royalty first and your mother second... You must understand..." Accepting complete exile from his own homeland he forsaken any sentiment offered, only concerned with the final rites of the recently departed. "There is no difference in blood...
I am no Prince...
I am no son....
I am myself."
Leaving the political capital of Storm without any further interruptions, the blood-pact that had united the lands in a disjointed era of peace had ended. Believing it was entitled and the proper thing to do, the burial rights of one clan was for the first time conducted on another whose blood was different. Burning the body of Lady Tira and disregarding the separation enforced by the Bloodline Tradition, the land was thrown into absolute fear at the belief of an inevitable conflict between those underneath the skies.
The blood flowing through our veins finds difference only in the idealistic nature of individuality and trivial creation of hatred and lack of acceptance. To some it is the definition of a person by default, distorted enough to be utilized as a catalyst for identification and purpose.
Status..
Heritage...
Who are you...?
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