Post by Viora on Mar 9, 2017 9:26:45 GMT
Viora's trek was long voyage, worthy of much solemn contemplation. As the young Namek had begun his pilgrimage to the village of their race's Grand Elder, one single thought always remained on the youth's mind. "Are the rumors true? Are the rumors true? Are the rumor's true?" All the while, hiking over land, flying over sprawling emerald seas, the same thoughts echoed in the young hopeful for the once beautiful green planet. In all his life he had born witness to the many horrors that had rocked the planet; the destruction of Namek at the hands of Vi Poi, the many battles of many powerful warriors that tore up their bountiful soils, eroding the land into irrecognizable structures... but never in his right mind would the youth have ever assumed that the Grand Elder of Namek, the Guru Dragon Namekian whom bore leadership over the planet as a whole would up and abandon their home.
"And to the likes of a Mazoku Terror like Xylo, no less..." Viora muttered to himself, his walking stick digging into the dirt as the youth finished the final few meters of land up the sloped hill he was walking before finally coming up upon his destination. The Grand Elder Village...
...and it was in disarray.
"Oh my." At first, Viora thought the village had been completely abandoned, or destroyed of inhabitants, from a quick glance at its exterior. Whole chunks of Namek soil uprooted and torn asunder, the planet scarred in areas where a great battle must have taken place. From the outside, the village almost looked empty and devoid of life, no sounds to be heard that suggested native life... and yet he still persisted hope. Slowly committing his trek across the scarred Namek, Viora's eyes wandered from house to house, making note of all the damage that had been wrought...
Just before he had continued over to the next batches of houses however, the smallest of noises issued from behind one of the partially collapsed structures. Stopping on a dime, twisting on his heel to inspect the noise, Viora warily held up a hand. "Hello?" He called out, unsure if maybe he was just imagining things... and yet the possibility stood there was another in need of reassuring before approaching. "Is anybody there? Please, I mean you no harm."
...
...
It seemed like hours passed, but finally after so long waiting with bated breath, two green bodies stepped out from behind the jagged chunk of wall. They turned out to be fellow Namekians, thankfully not foreigners, one looking to be no older than he in terms of size and the other a short and old aged Namek; both seemingly from the Dragon Clan like he, or at least that was what he could recognize by their manner of dress. "Ah! I knew that there must be those still left here." His expression softened, the boy's hand twisting from an outstretched palm to a beckoning hand. "Tell me, where is the Grand Elder. I wish to request and audience should it be perm-"
"Save your breath, young one." The older of the two Nameks beckoned, his voice cold and truthfully even. "Our 'Grand Elder'... that upstart Accordio was one of the first to flee the planet." He vindictively echoed, practically spitting out the name of their fairly new Elder with such venomous as like a brother who had been betrayed. "Namek belongs to Lord Xylo... it best you not ask many questions."
"...so the rumors were true... The Guru has fled their duty." Viora muttered underneath his breath, his worst fears being true as the peace of their planet truly had begun crumbling. Taking a step foreward towards his brethren, Viora implored them to explain more, tell him of some detail that might clear away these doubts. Maybe he was mistaken, maybe this "Lord Xylo" was a kind and merciful Mazoku?
"There has been talk that the Grand Elder fled to the Saiyans... there has also been talk of others considering so as well." The younger of the two Nameks echoed, his voice deep yet concerned nonetheless. "I implore you to consider so too, brother. It would not be unwise to possibly flee in the face of such insurmountable storms to come." It was obvious by the tone of his voice that he bore some concern for Viora's fate... but just the thought alone of such a thing was so preposterous in his mind that Viora couldn't even consider the option. "Flee Namek?" This was his home, their home! It wasn't some paltry thing to give up in times of adversity then attempt to reclaim after damage had been done. They were all of the same people, no matter the clans, so why did these strife occur between them all to such levels where abandoning their home was thought a reasonable option?!
Viora shook his head from side to side, turning towards the Grand Elder's palace, of which used to be where their former leader had resided. "...I'm sorry, friend; but, I cannot flee." Viora finally answered, continuing his trek upwards towards the Guru's former residency to inspect it for himself. "But I implore you to reconsider. Nothing is as hopeless as it seems."
"...I hope."
"And to the likes of a Mazoku Terror like Xylo, no less..." Viora muttered to himself, his walking stick digging into the dirt as the youth finished the final few meters of land up the sloped hill he was walking before finally coming up upon his destination. The Grand Elder Village...
...and it was in disarray.
"Oh my." At first, Viora thought the village had been completely abandoned, or destroyed of inhabitants, from a quick glance at its exterior. Whole chunks of Namek soil uprooted and torn asunder, the planet scarred in areas where a great battle must have taken place. From the outside, the village almost looked empty and devoid of life, no sounds to be heard that suggested native life... and yet he still persisted hope. Slowly committing his trek across the scarred Namek, Viora's eyes wandered from house to house, making note of all the damage that had been wrought...
Just before he had continued over to the next batches of houses however, the smallest of noises issued from behind one of the partially collapsed structures. Stopping on a dime, twisting on his heel to inspect the noise, Viora warily held up a hand. "Hello?" He called out, unsure if maybe he was just imagining things... and yet the possibility stood there was another in need of reassuring before approaching. "Is anybody there? Please, I mean you no harm."
...
...
It seemed like hours passed, but finally after so long waiting with bated breath, two green bodies stepped out from behind the jagged chunk of wall. They turned out to be fellow Namekians, thankfully not foreigners, one looking to be no older than he in terms of size and the other a short and old aged Namek; both seemingly from the Dragon Clan like he, or at least that was what he could recognize by their manner of dress. "Ah! I knew that there must be those still left here." His expression softened, the boy's hand twisting from an outstretched palm to a beckoning hand. "Tell me, where is the Grand Elder. I wish to request and audience should it be perm-"
"Save your breath, young one." The older of the two Nameks beckoned, his voice cold and truthfully even. "Our 'Grand Elder'... that upstart Accordio was one of the first to flee the planet." He vindictively echoed, practically spitting out the name of their fairly new Elder with such venomous as like a brother who had been betrayed. "Namek belongs to Lord Xylo... it best you not ask many questions."
"...so the rumors were true... The Guru has fled their duty." Viora muttered underneath his breath, his worst fears being true as the peace of their planet truly had begun crumbling. Taking a step foreward towards his brethren, Viora implored them to explain more, tell him of some detail that might clear away these doubts. Maybe he was mistaken, maybe this "Lord Xylo" was a kind and merciful Mazoku?
"There has been talk that the Grand Elder fled to the Saiyans... there has also been talk of others considering so as well." The younger of the two Nameks echoed, his voice deep yet concerned nonetheless. "I implore you to consider so too, brother. It would not be unwise to possibly flee in the face of such insurmountable storms to come." It was obvious by the tone of his voice that he bore some concern for Viora's fate... but just the thought alone of such a thing was so preposterous in his mind that Viora couldn't even consider the option. "Flee Namek?" This was his home, their home! It wasn't some paltry thing to give up in times of adversity then attempt to reclaim after damage had been done. They were all of the same people, no matter the clans, so why did these strife occur between them all to such levels where abandoning their home was thought a reasonable option?!
Viora shook his head from side to side, turning towards the Grand Elder's palace, of which used to be where their former leader had resided. "...I'm sorry, friend; but, I cannot flee." Viora finally answered, continuing his trek upwards towards the Guru's former residency to inspect it for himself. "But I implore you to reconsider. Nothing is as hopeless as it seems."
"...I hope."