fic: Remembrance
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onepiece_300Title: Remembrance
Rating: G
Media: fic
Characters: unnamed citizens of Sakura Kingdom (Sakurans?;))
Word Count: 288
Prompt:Anniversary
Spoilers: for Drum arc. Set: in the future, at no specfic year
On that day, when twilight came everyone would put warm clothes on and gather in the street and the square, blowing out the lamps as they went. The shops and inns would close; a few select people would climb roofs and treetops while carrying special backpacks; and gradually, chatting and movement ceased and everyone waited as the sky grew dark, looking upwards.
The king didn't suggest it, nor did the old witch still living at the castle. It was ordinary citizens in different villages who’d thought it up, and they'd have gone through with it even without Dalton and Dr Kureha's co-operation.
At seven o' clock, a single bell would chime in each village - and then, the big cannon sounded from the mountaintop. From roofs and treetops, the climbers scattered their burden. And to commemorate the day when the old tyrant had been defeated and the island was reborn, scraps of pink paper in the shape of cherry blossom petals fell down over the kingdom.
Some would raise their hands and laugh, trying to catch as many 'petals' as they could, for luck. Others kept quiet, just looking on and sighing with content.
It wasn't the same as that one wondrous night - it could never be the same, they would agree. But it still felt like a miracle of beauty and healing, now hallowed by memory, turned into tradition.
Afterwards, everyone cheered; music broke out; people would hug and exchange small petal-shaped pastries. In mild weather, people stayed outside for a while, drinking beer and eggnog. But most of the time it was too cold for that. So everyone would go into the village inn instead, feeling happy to be alive and to live right there.
Rating: G
Media: fic
Characters: unnamed citizens of Sakura Kingdom (Sakurans?;))
Word Count: 288
Prompt:Anniversary
Spoilers: for Drum arc. Set: in the future, at no specfic year
On that day, when twilight came everyone would put warm clothes on and gather in the street and the square, blowing out the lamps as they went. The shops and inns would close; a few select people would climb roofs and treetops while carrying special backpacks; and gradually, chatting and movement ceased and everyone waited as the sky grew dark, looking upwards.
The king didn't suggest it, nor did the old witch still living at the castle. It was ordinary citizens in different villages who’d thought it up, and they'd have gone through with it even without Dalton and Dr Kureha's co-operation.
At seven o' clock, a single bell would chime in each village - and then, the big cannon sounded from the mountaintop. From roofs and treetops, the climbers scattered their burden. And to commemorate the day when the old tyrant had been defeated and the island was reborn, scraps of pink paper in the shape of cherry blossom petals fell down over the kingdom.
Some would raise their hands and laugh, trying to catch as many 'petals' as they could, for luck. Others kept quiet, just looking on and sighing with content.
It wasn't the same as that one wondrous night - it could never be the same, they would agree. But it still felt like a miracle of beauty and healing, now hallowed by memory, turned into tradition.
Afterwards, everyone cheered; music broke out; people would hug and exchange small petal-shaped pastries. In mild weather, people stayed outside for a while, drinking beer and eggnog. But most of the time it was too cold for that. So everyone would go into the village inn instead, feeling happy to be alive and to live right there.
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Date: 2010-01-05 04:50 am (UTC)Love especially that Dalton and Dr. Kureha didn't have to start this tradition! :D
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Date: 2010-01-06 07:50 pm (UTC)I'm sure Dalton would be all in favour of such a ceremony, but I felt I preferred it to be something more spontaneous.
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Date: 2010-01-06 06:46 pm (UTC)brilliant icon!
Date: 2010-01-06 08:02 pm (UTC)warning: wordy tangent ahead:I find myself being intrigued by Drum Kingdom that became the island without a name that became reborn as Sakura Kingdom. After years of Wapol's misrule, the country renounced its very name when he abandoned it before outside danger... but then it lived on for half a year without a name, without believing in itself. It was reborn when Wapol returned and the islanders rose up in rebellion against him around Dalton, who in return was inspired by Dr Hiruluk's desire to heal the soul of the island. Luffy's physical defeat of Wapol made it possible, but it was their own action and the memory of someone who thought they were good enough to save that gave them hope for the future. I find that quite interesting... and I think they'd try to find new rituals to commemorate their rebirth. /tangent