Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 12, 2018 2:59:20 GMT
Epilogue: An All To Familiar Song Begins to Play Again
The light of the afternoon sun crept through the window of a single cabin located far from the Hollow Caverns as Crow Cementerio, the Last Gunslinger, began to wake. The sound of a female singing drifted through the room. Flashes of jumbled memory ran through his mind, out of order. He remembered fighting Wendigo Wilson, he remembered the arrival of the Great Sage, he remembered the Caverns, he remembered the violent urges of the Red Storm, he remembered the Sage knocking him out. As the singing continued his mind reach back further into the past. Back to a time when he was still in training to be the Gunslinger he would be today. During a scouting expedition with his childhood friends Midna and Vergil a rainstorm had come in. A bridge they were crossing broke and Vergil fell into the rushing river below, Crow jumped in to save him. Unfortunately, being in the freezing river and rain caused Crow to developed a terrible fever. Midna had stayed up all night tending to Crow. The feeling of cool linen sheets on his skin and medical bandages wrapped around his body Crow brought him back to the present. The song seemed to be in a native tribe’s language and while he didn’t know the words they sounded sweet but very sad. In the past as the morning sun began to rise Crow’s fever broke he remembered Midna sitting beside him singing this familiar tune. Crow turned to the girl tending him his vision blurry his mind still playing back old memories he saw momentarily a vision of Midna in the girl. However, this would fade quickly and he saw a vision of Toni Sociere but as the young women noticed he was awake and spoke his visions broke.
The young woman was neither his childhood friend or his bounty hunter partner she appeared to be 20 years old, with lightly tan skinned and blonde hair with highlights of orange at the tips. Her voice was light and delicate. “Oh, you are awake Sir Gunslinger. Sir Cheveyo is out right now he brought you here so I can tend to your wounds. I’ve never seen so many injuries and you were so dehydrated it’s amazing you manage to stay alive let alone fight. I took the liberty of washing your clothes and tending to your things.” The young woman blushed a little. Crow spoke his throat was sore and very dry it came out as a soft whisper “That song…. what is it about?” The young woman looked curiously at the cowboy, “Oh the song, well it’s a song my mom uses to us. It’s an old song the tribes would sing. She told me it was about a woman who lover went off to war and may never come back...but knows one day their paths will cross again either in this life or this next. It’s quite sad when I think about but it always sounded so nice. I’m sorry if it was bothering you I can stop…” Crow quietly interrupted her the heaviness of sleep coming on again he closed his eyes saying. “No keep going...please...I…. like…” Before Crow could finished he started drifting off again to that place in the forest with Midna signing as the young woman started singing that familiar song again….
Epilogue Within an Epilogue
A tall dark-skinned man wearing dusty, off white, sleeveless robes with a strange eye symbol carved or tattooed on his forehead stood before a dark figure sitting in a chair obscured by shadows. Standing beside a figure in a black leather duster coat and a white raven like mask, the kneeling figure in a brooding authoritative voice. “My apologies Your Excellency. It seems that once one of the Great Sages got involved my influence over the Gunslinger’s Natural Energy was disconnected and even now I can’t sense it at all.” A metallic tapping of the mechanical skeletal arm of the figure sitting in the pierced the silence before he spoke with a charm of a southern gentleman but the malevolence of a deviant preacher. “It’s fine we done more than enough damage to him that way. The Great Sage will need to resort to drastic measures to help Cementerio.” The man kneeling spoke again. “What should be our next move sir? Should we track down and deal with the Gunslinger?” The figure in the chair smirked slightly revealing a Cheshire grin. “No there is no need for that our next move is to continue influence the BHA from within. Cementerio will come to face us sooner or later. And when he does he will have to deal with the ghosts of not only his past but the Gunslingers’ past as well.”
The light of the afternoon sun crept through the window of a single cabin located far from the Hollow Caverns as Crow Cementerio, the Last Gunslinger, began to wake. The sound of a female singing drifted through the room. Flashes of jumbled memory ran through his mind, out of order. He remembered fighting Wendigo Wilson, he remembered the arrival of the Great Sage, he remembered the Caverns, he remembered the violent urges of the Red Storm, he remembered the Sage knocking him out. As the singing continued his mind reach back further into the past. Back to a time when he was still in training to be the Gunslinger he would be today. During a scouting expedition with his childhood friends Midna and Vergil a rainstorm had come in. A bridge they were crossing broke and Vergil fell into the rushing river below, Crow jumped in to save him. Unfortunately, being in the freezing river and rain caused Crow to developed a terrible fever. Midna had stayed up all night tending to Crow. The feeling of cool linen sheets on his skin and medical bandages wrapped around his body Crow brought him back to the present. The song seemed to be in a native tribe’s language and while he didn’t know the words they sounded sweet but very sad. In the past as the morning sun began to rise Crow’s fever broke he remembered Midna sitting beside him singing this familiar tune. Crow turned to the girl tending him his vision blurry his mind still playing back old memories he saw momentarily a vision of Midna in the girl. However, this would fade quickly and he saw a vision of Toni Sociere but as the young women noticed he was awake and spoke his visions broke.
The young woman was neither his childhood friend or his bounty hunter partner she appeared to be 20 years old, with lightly tan skinned and blonde hair with highlights of orange at the tips. Her voice was light and delicate. “Oh, you are awake Sir Gunslinger. Sir Cheveyo is out right now he brought you here so I can tend to your wounds. I’ve never seen so many injuries and you were so dehydrated it’s amazing you manage to stay alive let alone fight. I took the liberty of washing your clothes and tending to your things.” The young woman blushed a little. Crow spoke his throat was sore and very dry it came out as a soft whisper “That song…. what is it about?” The young woman looked curiously at the cowboy, “Oh the song, well it’s a song my mom uses to us. It’s an old song the tribes would sing. She told me it was about a woman who lover went off to war and may never come back...but knows one day their paths will cross again either in this life or this next. It’s quite sad when I think about but it always sounded so nice. I’m sorry if it was bothering you I can stop…” Crow quietly interrupted her the heaviness of sleep coming on again he closed his eyes saying. “No keep going...please...I…. like…” Before Crow could finished he started drifting off again to that place in the forest with Midna signing as the young woman started singing that familiar song again….
Epilogue Within an Epilogue
A tall dark-skinned man wearing dusty, off white, sleeveless robes with a strange eye symbol carved or tattooed on his forehead stood before a dark figure sitting in a chair obscured by shadows. Standing beside a figure in a black leather duster coat and a white raven like mask, the kneeling figure in a brooding authoritative voice. “My apologies Your Excellency. It seems that once one of the Great Sages got involved my influence over the Gunslinger’s Natural Energy was disconnected and even now I can’t sense it at all.” A metallic tapping of the mechanical skeletal arm of the figure sitting in the pierced the silence before he spoke with a charm of a southern gentleman but the malevolence of a deviant preacher. “It’s fine we done more than enough damage to him that way. The Great Sage will need to resort to drastic measures to help Cementerio.” The man kneeling spoke again. “What should be our next move sir? Should we track down and deal with the Gunslinger?” The figure in the chair smirked slightly revealing a Cheshire grin. “No there is no need for that our next move is to continue influence the BHA from within. Cementerio will come to face us sooner or later. And when he does he will have to deal with the ghosts of not only his past but the Gunslingers’ past as well.”