scribbling of a new fan fiction
the plot is not done yet and this is only a draft. Please tell me waht you think!!! Maybe another Time The sky was covered by the dark gray clouds. A gloomy atmosphere settled over the once lively and beautiful area. It lightened brightening the clouds to a shocking whiteness but didn’t offer any light to the ground. Ear splitting thunder echoed through the land. A lone figure stood over the cliff looking to the far horizon. The black cloak was flying behind him with the strong wind. His black long locks messed. He had a dark blue long skirted armor and lighter blue shirt with black trousers under it. The long boots covered his legs up to his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt were covering his hands. A sword was coming out of his right sleeve; its tip was lying against the earth lazily. All in a sudden he held up his right arm high, the sleeve rolling up showing his bandaged arm, and he stabbed the hard ground with his sword and screamed. The strong metal went in half way. Bright blue dragon shape, circling around a red phoenix emerged over his forehead. He fell to his knees, his head lowered, the hand gripping the handle of the sword hard, eyes closed tight as blood ran down from the left one and the black flames covered the dark rocks around him. The knowledge and pain are being gained together... His head hurt. The information he had in milliseconds were running through the cells of his brain. The truths of the past, the endless information of the centuries filled him. The powers of blue dragon he had mixed and doubled with the powers of red phoenix which was passed to him by the Suzaku he killed a while ago. He didn’t give a care about all those knowledge forced into him. However it was so much different from what he was told. He was always left into the darkness and the truths were hidden from him; about himself, about his family, clan, his past… at the end… he didn’t know anything at the end. In spit of wisdom a grief, agony spread over his soul. His forehead burnt but not because of the shining shape there. The image of his brother with a half smile poking his forehead with the tip of his index finger and smearing his face with blood, his own blood, was playing over and over in his mind. He was angry; angry to everything, angry to everybody… When its wings touched the fire, phoenix celebrated the day it was going to reborn from its ashes… ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ The huge black and years old tortoise closed his eyes. As he went back to its cave the young man bowed respectfully behind him. He stood alone in the large hall and looked after the old tortoise getting lost into the darkness. The mission was failed and the long waited peace was gone (maybe) forever. The darker days were waiting for them. He knew Bilge Bağa knew about it but in spite of warning the old tortoise left it to the fate. Sometimes he didn’t understand the High Being that guided them. Maybe he should have gone too. He knew his weak cousin couldn’t do it. But he believed in his friend. The guardian of North believed the guy was the one who could stop it. He squeezed his fists hidden under dark gray sleeves of his shirt. As he turned the black cape falling down to the ground and his long black hairs wiped around. His white eyes narrowed he left the huge dark hall. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ At the big front balcony of the West the guardian who was a young woman stood. The setting sun’s red lights was burning her pearl white robe and making her white eyes, filled with sadness, reflect in red and yellow hues. Her eyes scanned around the large land lying down at the skirts of the hill the castle was build. The trees were like on fire. The marble walls were shining as bronze. Her eyes landed on the creature in a jade light hanging in the air. A huge white tiger with a horn on top of his forehead circled around her and growled. He walked away and the jade vanished in instant. She lowered her head as the first tears ran down from her eyes. With the increasing force of her sobs the long black hair pushed to her back fell front from her shoulders hiding her face. Her knees gave up and she fell on the ground, her skirt pooling around her. She sat there and cried. She failed. She couldn’t success as Byakko. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

^^ thanks. I think it's still weak and pure *sigh* I wish I could write strong stories :( anyway, well I mixed all the info I got from net about Four Gods so I made the tiger has horn. he was jus a symbol there anyway. At the end it's Hinata who is representing Byakko (in human form). also some sites take Suzaku as Phoenix. so I decided to use Phoenix's characteristics.