Kumii
Hydro Dragon
Closed off from strife for more than 60 years, the School has become a safe haven for students from the war, parents send their child here in the hopes of being protected from the war. The war draws ever closer to the school, Alex must do something before war comes down upon the School. Even though it's protected by a magical barrier that was put up by the first Headmaster, the barrier's magic is starting to fade, becoming ever weaker.
Alex Steelborne
"Times change but war doesn't. War. War never changes. Three decades of a seemingly endless war yet it never changes. No one side seems to lose or gain ground."
These words echoed through the mind of Alex for quite sometime when his mentor said it. Even so, Alex must be a role model to these young students. He picked up his helmet and put it on and put his great-sword in it's sheath on his back and walked out the door. His construct following him closely behind. As he walked the empty halls of the school he was charged with, he takes a moments to think to himself. The only audible thing are the echo of his metal boots hitting the tiles on the floor beneath him. "Inquiry; Does the Master feel grief?" said an echoed robotic voice. It was his construct talking to him, "Not at all, this always happens when I have to initiate new arrivals." Alex replied, "I see but like every other time, you always seem to come out of it alright."
Alex chuckled, "Yeah, I do, don't I?" Silence once again fell over Alex, the clang of his boots seeming ever louder, sounds of war echoed in and out of his mind. He eventually made it to his destination. A balcony, overlooking the outside world. He came to a stop, his last step echoed through the halls. He looked out, upstanding and proud, his construct behind him.
(My first post)
Alex Steelborne
"Times change but war doesn't. War. War never changes. Three decades of a seemingly endless war yet it never changes. No one side seems to lose or gain ground."
These words echoed through the mind of Alex for quite sometime when his mentor said it. Even so, Alex must be a role model to these young students. He picked up his helmet and put it on and put his great-sword in it's sheath on his back and walked out the door. His construct following him closely behind. As he walked the empty halls of the school he was charged with, he takes a moments to think to himself. The only audible thing are the echo of his metal boots hitting the tiles on the floor beneath him. "Inquiry; Does the Master feel grief?" said an echoed robotic voice. It was his construct talking to him, "Not at all, this always happens when I have to initiate new arrivals." Alex replied, "I see but like every other time, you always seem to come out of it alright."
Alex chuckled, "Yeah, I do, don't I?" Silence once again fell over Alex, the clang of his boots seeming ever louder, sounds of war echoed in and out of his mind. He eventually made it to his destination. A balcony, overlooking the outside world. He came to a stop, his last step echoed through the halls. He looked out, upstanding and proud, his construct behind him.
(My first post)