ZARATHUSTRA

Dont let me drown

Zarathustra walked out of his training room. Partially exhausted he pants a tad as he looks around. He hated how he was getting used to his new environment. Yet at the same time he hated looking at the pure gold walls and white pearl floor. Zarathustra took off his training chains as they clattered to the floor. Two horoths rushed to his side and picked it up with great difficulty as they returned it to the training room.

Zarathustra walked over to the main hall and began to walk down it. He had a strange steam coming off of his sweaty body as he walked. No mortal could fathom his level of exercise.

Zarathustra stood in front of a door. The door was so odd. It was a dark oak door. Unlike all the other rooms, which had a strange mechanical hidden door, that opened whenever you got close. He grabbed the handle and walked in.

The room was layer out like a small church service room. A rectangle with windows on its west side, looking out into the exenoverse shell. The windows had a strange white tint to them that made the light coming in extra bright. To the left of the door, down the room, was fairly barren. Two strange cylinders hovered in the back, emoting a white smoke that splayed out across the floor of the room. The walls where a gold tint while the floor was a rusty grey and white. There where also strange white robes and pillows in the back. Then Zarathustra turned to his right. And took a deep shaky breath.

There was a single white sheet of cloth splayed out in front of a white fountain. The white fountain was small like the room, but it was made of marble. Two figures sat at the top of the mountain.

Garroth and Stephanie romeave

Stephanies blade was gently lates across the white marble in front of the statues. Also garroths entire xenogod outfit was wrapping the blade. It seemed to be hallowed by the light coming in. There was even a single window above, that shined a white ray of light onto both the statue and blade.

Zarathustra stood for easily over 30 minutes at the door. He knew he had requested the horoths to make this room. But he didn't really think about the emotions when he would see what was left of his mother and father, both of which he barely knew.

Zarathustra wiped away the tears after staring and took one step into the room.

He knew everything.....

He saw it during initiation....

He knew their story.......

And he let the tears fall more and more. They completely covered his emotionless face as the only sign of emotion that truly crept over his face was the slightest quiver of the lips. However his eyes stayed open and unblinking, almost vigilant to not close nor falter from the task of staring at the fountain.

Ty...trembled.

Zarathustra made his way forward. He then went down to his knees in front of the fountain. The water rippled and made the softest sounds water could make. The room was silent. But he could hear them..

He could hear them over his shoulders. He could feel them slowly wrap their arms around him. And cry with him.