A lone figure sat beneath a veil of shadows casted by the dark gray clouds filled with water molecules from across the land. Every now and then you could hear the faint sound of the clouds crying and the occasional teardrop emitting from their core. Most people who observed the clouds above would see that a thunderstorm was brewing. A big one to be precise. The individual that sat on a mountain overlooking a vast field of green only stared into the sky. He could feel the cold wind from the high altitude beating against his skin. It felt like with a bit more force the wind would penetrate his skin. A little smirk would appear across his face, as his curled upward a little.

There wasn't much that Wu Qi wanted in the world. And do solely to that fact he didn't feel the need to achieve glorious things as other people did their whole lives. Sure, he could try to topple the hierarchy of the Shengxiao Family and become the Tiger Star, but who would want a teenager leading them? He was suppose to be blessed by the spirits, but even now he felt like he was one with death itself. His skin was pale and eyes as low as the sun that was setting beyond the horizon. With each breath he took Wu Qi would feel the need to cough. Moving his hand to lips, a small sound would echo across the mountain. A deep red liquid would now appear in the palm of his hand. With one glance he would ignore it and wipe it across his jacket.

"This life isn't for me anymore. Maybe I should be one with the wind." whispered Wu Qi, and with one swift motion he would fling his body off of the mountain cliff he sat on. He could feel the wind fighting with his body while he fell downward and he knew that once he hit the ground below he would be exactly what he was destined to be.

Gone with the wind...

(Character Suicide)

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