#kicking my feet like raleigh oh mako won't you let me close to you

[driftwithme]

*Twirling my hair giggling writing with glitter pen on wrinkling paper*

Mako of the windkin, Princess of the Hunter Order, welcomed the wind of destiny in her hand, evaluating the weight and shape of its blade. Father, don't abandon me now, I need to be but the daugther of the swordsmaster more than ever. Father, don't close your eyes just yet, please watch over me as I cut this August night sky in two and severe the spine of the beast, command me to be well as you command your armies and I'll return, return to your land, return to you.

I am the names the shouts the words on the wind. I'm the dust of the houses the demons visited, I am the ashes and the smoke, I am the earth that picked up, I am the salt of the sea, I am your enemy contrary in nature of what you are: the clone of clones, a beast of many, but I am one of a kind.

And as the sword descended the breath of the word faltered for they've heard of how revenge could rot but never of how it could bloom and yet-- and yet.

With a move of the wrist, Mako Mori put an end to the monster of the sky, unburdened by a life of being told she couldn't when she just had done it. Anyway.