A heavy rain poured from the dark clouds that blanketed the sky. The rain fell as if it was summoned to wash away the scars of battle that ravaged the land beneath it. In the midst of the cleansing waters was a young man, just crossed over into the age of fifteen. His soaked brown hair tried to keep his eyes hidden but it was clear to see that not all of the water on the boy's face was rain. In his arms he held a girl of the same age with long black hair. She had a sweet smile on her face but it was evident that she no longer belonged to this world. The boy gritted his teeth, holding back and tightening the his grip around the girl. A thin red ribbon with elegant designs had become untied from the girl's arm just below the shoulder. The wind suddenly came to life and carried the loose accessory with it. The boy's eyes locked on the ribbon and he watched with despair as it drifted further away from him. As strong as he was and as strong as he wanted to be, he could not hold back any longer. He felt as if someone had a grip on his heart and suddenly tightened their grip around it. He threw his head back and with heavy sorrow cried into the cloud ridden sky.

So this is a quick post but i'll be editing an elaboration in later ^.^