Post by youkai on Sept 4, 2010 13:03:03 GMT -5
Phobia stood atop the mountain of a place near Zanakend.
The shear beauty of the ruins reminded him he wasn't the only one there. People would want to see the birth place of a hero. Phobia looked down into the misty ruins. He too became the mist His body flooded out and downword. He soon was going faster than the wind. An illusion of his body was on the ground following inside. This form had a universal direction of vision. he could see in all directions from several different angels. The place of destruction could be restored if properly done.
His mist form soon stood infront of a stadium. He bowed to the pyroflies floating around him. His thoughs brought back the memories of other Death-Mentors.
"Behold my friends the war is over, we shall become the nothingness once again." Phobia watched a Death-Mentor walk like a ghost into the stadium. He had been here A loud scream of death shook the air. The pryoflies stopped themselves from creating the mass death again. Phobia stood in silence to the worthy that had been killed. he gripped his shoulder enough to give him pain. He thought of being on the side of the humans. The thought nearly broke him. he never thought of being on their side. Phobia walked into the stadium and looked at the former blitzball arena. The pryoflies surrounded him and took the form of the little child. Malo. Once he was killed by an unworthy person phobia lost his control and ripped the man into shreads. Normal people need to know the truth about themselvs. He took out his hand and took of the glove. He reached for Malo's Fingers and the two walked in the memory. Malo was the most pure of children. his voice was strong and his eyes said worth. He died anworthy way, Phobia looked into the mans face again. His gun shot at the child Phobia moved infront of him to dodge but it didn't matter the bullet went through his chest and into the child. Phobia had to becom the mist to save himself but the child was unreachable.
Phobia stopped watching the memory and looked around. he headed closer to the final summon's chamber.
"Good bye Malo."
The shear beauty of the ruins reminded him he wasn't the only one there. People would want to see the birth place of a hero. Phobia looked down into the misty ruins. He too became the mist His body flooded out and downword. He soon was going faster than the wind. An illusion of his body was on the ground following inside. This form had a universal direction of vision. he could see in all directions from several different angels. The place of destruction could be restored if properly done.
His mist form soon stood infront of a stadium. He bowed to the pyroflies floating around him. His thoughs brought back the memories of other Death-Mentors.
"Behold my friends the war is over, we shall become the nothingness once again." Phobia watched a Death-Mentor walk like a ghost into the stadium. He had been here A loud scream of death shook the air. The pryoflies stopped themselves from creating the mass death again. Phobia stood in silence to the worthy that had been killed. he gripped his shoulder enough to give him pain. He thought of being on the side of the humans. The thought nearly broke him. he never thought of being on their side. Phobia walked into the stadium and looked at the former blitzball arena. The pryoflies surrounded him and took the form of the little child. Malo. Once he was killed by an unworthy person phobia lost his control and ripped the man into shreads. Normal people need to know the truth about themselvs. He took out his hand and took of the glove. He reached for Malo's Fingers and the two walked in the memory. Malo was the most pure of children. his voice was strong and his eyes said worth. He died anworthy way, Phobia looked into the mans face again. His gun shot at the child Phobia moved infront of him to dodge but it didn't matter the bullet went through his chest and into the child. Phobia had to becom the mist to save himself but the child was unreachable.
Phobia stopped watching the memory and looked around. he headed closer to the final summon's chamber.
"Good bye Malo."