The Fight for the Island

A young warrior seeks to take over the great Island his family was banished from.

He floated high above the volatile mountaintop, the frigid winds whipping the earth below.  With his arms outstretched towards the heavens, he inhaled deeply, a sense of urgency with every breathe as his eyes bounced from cloud to cloud.

Where did you go Ishido?

Hundred moons have passed since he had seen his second in command.  This was a simple task, a routine task that a child warrior could fulfill but something must have gone wrong.  Intelligence gathering from the West Flank was to pose no danger but his heart pounded as the cloud portals diminished with the days.

Ishido, why must you always burden me?  You know I will not  come to your aid this time, nor could I even if my emotions overcame my duty.  My power grows immensely Ishido, it is almost there but now, you leave me.  You do me so much dishonor, my young brother.

The Island was approaching immolation t and soon, violent fires would roar from the ground and turn the landscape, along with the unworthy, into ashe.  He knew this because of the auger he met off the western coast.  If he timed his meditation with the eruption, the Yadu empire would be the weakest it had been in 1000 generations.  That would be his time to strike and avenge his families honor.  Then he would be Shogun and master of all and the holocaust would begin immediately.

I need you my brother.  I need your intelligence and I need your support.  The time has come.

The mountains illuminated a crimson red as he looked across the skyline.  The boiling blood was coming.

The time had come.

Author's Note

Forgive me for the length of it. Wrote this in about ten minutes, strictly just to see if I could free-write a decent piece that could possibly turn into a story.

Essentially, a saved reference point for me :D

Thanks for reading.