By James Moore
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine.
Stories of the Past: Part 1
For translations of Japanese words, look in Authors comments
The Sun was blazing high in the sky, as it glared fiercely down upon a humongous valley that was withered and barren. The only way to cross this wasteland was by a small, weather-beaten road that was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the ground. The only real sign that this was a road was the canals made by wagons, and even those were slowly eroding away. This path was a long and lonely one, with hardly any trees or plants along it. Those that were couldnt be called a plant anymore
more like a husk of what was once there.
A very small dot appeared on the horizon, barely visible through the thick heat waves being emitted from the ground. It was like a far off boat sailing through the se