dainokishi
----[ā] Scarlet, gold, and orange leaves contrast with a mercury-toned sky; sprays of goldenrod, chrysanthemums, and red spider lilies, for their part, extend from their barriers to intrude upon the concrete sidewalk. The boy finds solace in these colors, so different from the palette of grey and browns which characterize the other sectors. Besides, plants make lovely companions -- they will not disrupt thoughts or share secrets. Yes, a walk through this sector is the nearest to contentment he can hope to find.Ā
So he wanders, no destination in mind. How could this sector, unlike the others, hold so much life? A patch of pumpkins blocks his path, though they seem... strange. An intoxicating scent emanates from their smooth, orange skin, and he draws closer, extending his hand towards the vegetable...
āUwaahh!ā
A vine digs into his wrist and his arm and his chest and lifts him up, up, up into the air, leaving his feet dangling uselessly as he struggles against this rogue plant. Itās like Zaganās dungeon, he thinks -- but that was different; there, he had a better weapon, greater strength, three others at his side...Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā No... Donāt think about things like that. Not now.
But before he knows it, heās falling to the pavement. His eyes squeeze shut in anticipation of the impact, but instead of solid concrete, he falls into a strangerās arms. How shameful.
ā........āĀ [ā]----












