Unholy Holy Land

The Sun's Judgement
The sun began to slowly rise over the isle of Mokoko, illuminating the houses and sandy beaches that surrounded it, pushing back the darkness that was brought forth by the night before. The forest was amongst the first places to awaken under the sun's rays, completely exposed to the shimmering rays of light as the animals climbed from their trees and caves to go about their god given tasks.

Amongst the first to awake from their slumber, Brazzers D. Brennan lied his head resting on his hands as he stared off towards the ceiling, his mind running even throughout the night, not able to sleep for more than an hour before the nightmares plagued his minds. Whips lashing, chains clanging, heat branding, and the cries and screams of those in anguish and agony, and among all the smell of the feet of his oppressors and a single face, most impressionable, even in silhouette form.

Brennan rolled to his side to look up into the sun before dragging his body up and rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Today's the day," Brennan mumbled to himself, looking over to a few packed bags in the corner of the large room, then turning back to see two sleeping bodies, one boy and a blonde-haired girl, his eyes more heavily drawn to her than anything else. A glint was seen in his eyes as his brain flashed images on her hair rushing past the light and sparks flying, her beauty and brawn going hand and hand.

As Brennan sat, trapped in his mind, the footsteps of another rang through the halls of the home, walking slowly towards the room, tapping against the wood in a hushed tone to keep the house in a resting state for as long as possible. Just then, the door slid open, a tall silver-haired man peering into the room, watching the troubled boy before stepping into the room, a sword held in his hand being used as a can of sorts, moving before him, almost like a third leg.

He moved to the boy's side, leaning on the blade and descending to the ground beside him, crossing his legs, giving his old bones a moment to settle into his new position. Brennan didn't even look up to him, his eyes going between fond memories and those of anguish and fear, his eyes sheening over with a small tear, but it wouldn't dare escape his eyes.

"I sense an imbalance in your thoughts, would this have anything to do with your plans for the next few days, or are you just gonna miss me that much?" The man finally spoke in a low and soft tone, his eyes shut and looking off as he spoke.

Brennan didn't even look up from his gaze as he attempted to unpack the man's question. "I just don't want her to get hurt. I've lied to her enough, but I know that if she knew, she could end up with a fate worse than my own." Brennan responded, his voice low and soft, something uncharacteristic for Brennan, his personality much like an active volcano, rather than the dormant one he was currently representing with his words.

"I know you don't want to hear this. But you can't protect everyone. You have to let people walk their paths, and from there all you can do is hope it's not the wrong one." The man thoughtfully responded, looking over to Brennan with a more caring gaze, his words of wisdom dwindling at the hard exterior Brennan put up around himself.

"No, I can't do that, I won't do that. I'm the wrong path, I knew what I came here to do and I hid it from here, I can't let her become like me." Brennan snapped back, still in a hushed tone, though for a moment causing the house to rise from it's sleep, the wood creaking around the room for a moment as he spoke. his words touching every floorboard, dispelling his thoughts from his mind for a short moment, way too short.

"Ugh. You'll see one day, that being a stone wall does nothing but get you blown down and broken." The man sighed deeply, his words lowering as he gave up for a moment, leaning his sword on his hap and he looked back out towards the window, a bird sitting on the sill as the sun shined behind it.

"I can't worry about that now. I need to make sure that I can complete what I came here for, whether I die or not, my life means nothing if I do nothing." Brennan said deeply, his words echoing around the room as he looked up to the same bird as the man beside him, leaning on the wall and his pillow behind him, watching the bird preen at its feathers.

"I wish I could be a bird, so useless, yet so important." Brennan ranted, his words making less and less sense as he spoke, his mind blocking out his fears as he slowly drifted into anger at himself, and that anger was visible.

"So, what's your plan to attack the not so Holy Land then? You shouldn't plan to die there, I can't let you go if you don't at least want to survive. I can't handle her tears alone and lord knows that other bird brain can't." The man remarked with a small snicker, almost beckoning the sleeping boy out of his slumber.

"Ummm..." Brennan muttered, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Don't tell me...You don't have a plan, do you? Do you even know how you would get up there, how you'd deal with the thousands upon thousands of guards that protect its gates?!" The man ranted, looking into Brennan's blank face as he stared at him with a dumb look on his face, having no words.