Waka sensed it happening…as he knew it would. The time had come for Kurou to fulfill his destiny. Waka paced back and forth, a distressed look on his face. He hadn’t wanted this. It was meant to be him. SUPPOSED to be him down there right now. But only one without a soul of his own could ever hope to defeat Akuro. Tears of anguish rolled down his face. He didn’t want Kurou to die.
The other Moon Tribers told him not to get attached to the boy when he made him. But…it’s not as easy as it sounds. In time Kurou became less of a clone and more like a son to Waka. To him, Kurou WAS his son, and nothing the others said could console him.
The sound of footsteps caught Waka’s attention.
"Y-yes….What is it, Zenith?"
the tall and battle scarred Moon Triber approached him, his expression pensive.
"My prince….I take it that the Time has come..?" Silence was his answer. "I know he meant the world to you…but there is nothing that y