The Night Before
Suddenly awake, the young man sat up and attempted to survey his surroundings. Being human, and not having night vision, this was not easy, but he still saw that no one else was awake.
He stood and gathered all his belongings into his pack. Everyone had one assigned to them, but he only used about half of the actual bag for his personal gear. The rest was room for anyone to use. After packing, he placed it near Mae, a blonde half horse-woman, who instinctively, and unconsciously pulled it to herself as an extra pillow.
As he left camp, he picked up his two swords, his cloak, and his belts. He also picked up a dagger, placed it in a sheath located on one of the belts, and a teal band of cloth, which he tied around his forehead. On the way to one of the only other three people awake, he sheathed both swords, clasped the belts around his waist and shoulders, and wrapped the cloak around himself.
Near one of the trees, he stopped and quietly knocked on one branch. A man jumped down, dressed in close-fitting purple. A sword rested on his back, and a mask and hood covered his face and head respectively.
"I'm your relief, Hanzou," he said to the ninja.
"No," the man shook his head, "Go back to sleep. You'll need it. The final battle is in the morning."
"That's why I'm relieving you," he insisted, "I can't sleep."
"I can fix that," a large, grey, wolf on two legs growled quietly.
"It would do no good, Zylo," an armored man hissed through the metal mask over his face, "He would only wake a short time after, mad as broken- hived bees."
"So we all watch for enemies that will not come," Hanzou shrugged, "Back to your posts, Zylo, Musashi."
"I watch not for enemies," the youth shook his head sadly, with a sense of foreboding, "But for the last sunrise of my life."
Suddenly awake, the young man sat up and attempted to survey his surroundings. Being human, and not having night vision, this was not easy, but he still saw that no one else was awake.
He stood and gathered all his belongings into his pack. Everyone had one assigned to them, but he only used about half of the actual bag for his personal gear. The rest was room for anyone to use. After packing, he placed it near Mae, a blonde half horse-woman, who instinctively, and unconsciously pulled it to herself as an extra pillow.
As he left camp, he picked up his two swords, his cloak, and his belts. He also picked up a dagger, placed it in a sheath located on one of the belts, and a teal band of cloth, which he tied around his forehead. On the way to one of the only other three people awake, he sheathed both swords, clasped the belts around his waist and shoulders, and wrapped the cloak around himself.
Near one of the trees, he stopped and quietly knocked on one branch. A man jumped down, dressed in close-fitting purple. A sword rested on his back, and a mask and hood covered his face and head respectively.
"I'm your relief, Hanzou," he said to the ninja.
"No," the man shook his head, "Go back to sleep. You'll need it. The final battle is in the morning."
"That's why I'm relieving you," he insisted, "I can't sleep."
"I can fix that," a large, grey, wolf on two legs growled quietly.
"It would do no good, Zylo," an armored man hissed through the metal mask over his face, "He would only wake a short time after, mad as broken- hived bees."
"So we all watch for enemies that will not come," Hanzou shrugged, "Back to your posts, Zylo, Musashi."
"I watch not for enemies," the youth shook his head sadly, with a sense of foreboding, "But for the last sunrise of my life."