Poem of ThronesI like the colour of Fire and Blood, makes me feel warm when winter is coming. When I go outside, I want everyone to hear me roar. I want them to hear it from the towers that are unbowed, unbent and unbroken. I want them to hear it from the mountains that are as high as honour itself! I want them to see that I am a man who puts Family, Duty and Honour above all else. We do not sow during these perilous times, we are always growing strong and when we finally join forces we can proudly say that Ours is the Fury!
Once in a Bloody Moon Chapter 2Once in a Bloody Moon: Chapter One“It’s ridiculous how much we’ve allowed him to get away with things here during these last few years. The streets are practically painted and decorated with blood. We have to stop him at once!” Mei’s heavily bearded father exclaimed to some one hundred of his loyal followers in a hall located in a secluded destitute area of the village.“Yeah! Stop the Blood! Stop the Blood!” the followers all roared in unison.“But Honey, how do we propose to stop him? Sure enough, he’s broken all of his vows and brings misery upon us. But he just has his Anbu and his Swordsmen to answer. He’s too powerful!” Mei’s mother asked.“Yagura is indeed powerful. But true power resides with us. It’s a lie to think that such a Tyrant can have Power. All we need to do is stop all those who are truly loyal to Yagura, and rally those who are somewhat reluctant to rebel, to our side!” Mei
Once in a Bloody Moon Chapter 1Several days had passed since the Tyranny ended. Nobody knows how the Tyrant died, or cared for that matter but he did leave the state of the Mist Village in darkness during his reign.The sun had started to rise and shined a shade bloody orange never before seen, and it was a sign that all the prejudice and hardship would come to an end.The Village Hidden in Mist had never been so full of optimism. All across its streets, people were actually smiling. One could almost feel the happy aura in the mist that cloaked this Village.“Oh my, these moon cakes are delicious!” Mei’s dry mouth started to moisten as she observed the hundreds upon thousands of delicacies that her mother has spent so long making.“Don’t eat them all now! Be sure to give everyone in the village one. Oh, and make sure Mangetsu gets this. That boy’s work ethic will one day be the death of me” Mei’s mother, Saeko handed her a small basket, in addition to the other baskets