'I don't think what I'm doing is that bad,' It was a stormy day and two people were fighting. It was dangerous being without others to assist you. And not because you have a higher chance of being k!lled. Ahyma was sure to be watching. The two fought bravely until one slipped on the mud. Just as the other prepared to finish the fight, a figure ran out of the bushes. The enimies looked at each other with worry before the other threw something at them. 'Im not a bad person, am I? You both may end up betraying your 'sides of the war' but at least your both still alive, eh?' The figure said before disappearing again. The once-enimies looked into each others eyes, feeling their hatred dissolve into a strong bond of trust and peace. It was too late, they knew they would both be divided between loyalties to keep the bond they had, they didn't know why but they just knew it. The powers of Ahyma, it was true. The powers had cursed her. 'Well, I don't see it as a curse. I haven't blew up the world yet, have I? In fact I've used it to save many lives,' 'And make many people traitors or your slaves!' 'I save their lives, they pay with their loyalty. It's something I can't help,'
For the rp 'the black rain' :) All ocs in this part are either not owned by anyone or owned by me.
