The summer turns it's tide anew, as the beat of rain comes pumbling down with the slashing of the harsh winds that beat upon the very walls of the building she was in. . . The moon could be seen durring the day, the forever crescent of the, even now, full moon, had been etched into the sky like a crator, as all crators (sp) had. This moon fell victem to the massive war that had taken place and reverted this tattered and torn village back to the 18th century, though the year was 15000 A.D.
The village was surrounded by a wooden planked in wall, the dirt paved roads were paved in, just that, dirt! a small stream made its way through the dead center of the paved roads to the, now ancient village center, with the small population and the occasional space ship here and there; the village often fell victem to the highest of crime and often harbored the nastiest of criminals due to its secluded location, not many new of, but the mob bosses and space terrorists.
The stream would wind its way directly under a fallen mother ship, now renovated into the local tavern-pub.
I sat quietly staring out the window of the cantina(Pub)from a coner afar, I was thinking quietly; my mind wondering about as I sighed deeply sinking into my seat. I smiled faintly as I stared out over the village looking over the ' old dutch cottage' look and feel of the place, even the streets were lit by tourch; the flames danced with the shadows in a ballet of orchistrated harmony; My head slipped from my hand; ah, that trusted hand that held my head up firmly for so many hours watching. . . waiting. . . my other hand, guarded my blaster with anticipation;
I wasn't no power icon that was sure, but i could fair my own in any battle having the blood of an elvish princess in me.
