Mirren stood with his arms crossed in the clearing right in front of the old, historical Forest Temple. He was in great battle armor given to him by the Sages, and with the Goddesses' Sword in its scabbard strapped to his back. In his pockets were the Ice, Thunder and Fire Diamonds, three weapons that'd end up coming in handy. He had narrow eyes, and his dirty blonde hair blew to the right as a gentle wind blew. It was now becoming night, and the forest grew dark. But the 12 year old boy stood showing no emotional but seriousness. "I wait for my greatest, toughest fight yet........" he whispered to himself.
Sorry LittleLink, I'm gonna have to decline for now. I've got far too much sig work to catch up on as I've slacked off for a bit. Maybe another time, kay?
07-22-2003, 12:58 AM
