The breeze swept over the mountain of the sleeping monk. The mountain itself is said to to pluck the clouds right out of the sky and bring it down to kiss the earth. At the peak of the mountain rests the dojo of the elven monk, all of whom are trained in the arts of Jade arts after their deity, the jade dragon.
A boy, stumbling through life on his endless journey to find his missing family stumbled onto the base as hiked the mountain in pursuit of the jade dragon who was all seeing but in his journey he was under-packed and starving. As he came upon the temple doors he was cared for with endless love and, in search of the familiar love of a family, it had found him at the temple.
He found himself stood in the middle of his old room, the boy, now 23, fully grown into a young adult found himself visiting the past which he tried so hard to run from. The room was just Ana's abandoned as it was when he left... He remembered the night his mom tucked him into bed... Her soft lips placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as she put him to sleep... The next day he woke up in the middle of the room and it felt like he's been asleep for years.. The room was aged and the wall paper was peeled...
Why was he here again?... Rage and fear swept over him as he called out, tears streaming down his face, a presence lurked in the shadows but he was too lost in his own sadness to sense it...
A boy, stumbling through life on his endless journey to find his missing family stumbled onto the base as hiked the mountain in pursuit of the jade dragon who was all seeing but in his journey he was under-packed and starving. As he came upon the temple doors he was cared for with endless love and, in search of the familiar love of a family, it had found him at the temple.
He found himself stood in the middle of his old room, the boy, now 23, fully grown into a young adult found himself visiting the past which he tried so hard to run from. The room was just Ana's abandoned as it was when he left... He remembered the night his mom tucked him into bed... Her soft lips placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as she put him to sleep... The next day he woke up in the middle of the room and it felt like he's been asleep for years.. The room was aged and the wall paper was peeled...
Why was he here again?... Rage and fear swept over him as he called out, tears streaming down his face, a presence lurked in the shadows but he was too lost in his own sadness to sense it...
This sounds really cool!
It's closed now xD but pm if you want to Rp 
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