Ancient Storm

"Thank you, grandma." He whispered as he pulled his goggles over his eyes. They stung from the wind, which was whipping about wildly. Even though everything was tinted orange, he doubted it would hinder him. His arm throbbed under his red- stained hand. Unfortunately, at the speed the wind was going, even a relatively small stick, was dangerous. He skin was becoming wet on his face despite the wind, and since there was no rain, it could only have been sweat or tears. He could guess which one it was. He struggled onward, looking for this needed, 'time shard' though he didn't even know, where to look, or what it looked like. His guess was as good as anybody's when it came to the cryptic hint....So why? Why did he search? He wanted everything back to the way it was, the way it used to be. He wanted his friend back. He wanted, what he was sure lots of others wanted. To stop Ieru. That was what drove him..but how? How could he ever succeed?.....when he is alone....





yay i managed to find some free time between all the marching band stuff to draw something!

It was so weird drawing him with his goggles actually on his face...XP

so yeah ignoring the crapo story..yeah, i'm not very good with backgrounds as you can see..those green things are supposed to be trees, but i can't draw trees either, the only thing i like is the clouds...Hopefully you can tell the wind is blowing in the picture.

why do i have to be busy every night the event is going on?! ....