To say that my life had changed after the last time that I saw Kurama, was an understatement. What you would expect is for me to be a lost puppy without him. This would not be the case; I was so incredibly better off without him in my life. I was no longer his little shadow that followed him around everywhere. I was happy, and I had found a better use of my time, and a purpose in the world other than him.
My slender fingers ran over the necklace resting on my chest, touching the small black diamond skull at the end of the silver chain. The pale and thin mare beneath me pawed at the ground, clearly bored with just standing there in the center of the forest.
I suppose that I should take a bit of time to explain this.
A few months ago I graduated from high school, and was set to go to an arts university pretty far away from here. To celebrate my graduation, my mother gave me quite a bit of money to spend on myself. So naturally, the day after, I went shopping.
I had just gotten out of a store, and an overweight older man strutted over to me and flashed me a warm welcoming smile. "Hello there, would you be interested in a necklace?" He asked.
"Sure." I said, shrugging my shoulders. I figured that it wouldn't hurt. Reaching into his bag, the older man pulled out a beautiful black and silver necklace.
"That's a real diamond." He said, holding the black skull up for me to see.
"It's pretty morbid." I commented, running my fingers over one of the empty eye sockets to the necklace. I felt like a bit of an electric shock went through my fingers, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
"Yes, well, it's the supposed to be the necklace once belonging to tone of the Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse, Death." The man said, a toothy grin coming on his face as he looked up at me, a bit of mischief in his eyes.
"Sounds expensive." I said, that was, if what he had was actually the real thing. Being a Buddhist, I really didn't know all that much about Christian stories. But I did have a small knowledge of the Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse. Death, Pestilence, Famine and War.
"I want to give it to you as a gift." He said, holding the necklace out to me further. "You're a beautiful girl, and it would look lovely on you."
"I don't know…" I said, feeling a little nervous over this man giving a gift to a stranger. But it was probably fake, so I figured that it wouldn't hurt. "Alright."
Lifting my hair up, I allowed the man to place the necklace around my neck. The second that it was clipped into place, it felt as though I was falling into a pit.
My eyes shut and all I could see was a man in a black suit, holding a scythe as he stood there. He pointed it towards me, and then a dark laughter seemed to leave him. It surrounded my being, sending shock waves through my body as I listened.
"Welcome, Death." The old man's voice said, and when I woke up, I was in a dark bedroom, fully clothed.
The man that had given me the necklace that brought me to my new life was named, Yaman. He was an archeologist that found these antiques as he was traveling around Bethlehem. A vision came to him as he was there, of me and three boys that would be the owners of the necklaces. So he came back to Japan in search of us.
The first person that was found was Ki, who became the holder of the dark red sword necklace, War. He's second in command, not only because he's the first person he found, but he's also a born leader. His dark red hair is much shorter than Kurama's had been, and he had dark brown eyes. He stands about six feet tall and has quite a bit of muscle on him. He could probably pass as the Greek God of war, Ares. He happens to be very vicious and a naturally angry person, he doesn't settle down even in the most soothing situation. His horse is a muscled dark red stallion.
The next two came in a pair, Yata and Yaddo. They are both fairly short with not a whole lot of muscle to either one of them. Together, their muscle mass would probably equal Ki's. He has a large white stallion.
Yata has shaggy black hair that covers his light blue eyes. He's the holder of the black bone, Famine. Ironically, he's actually a little bit on the chubby side. He has a thin black mare.
His brother, Yaddo, is the owner of the white cloud, Pestilence. He's slender, with very light blonde hair and hazel eyes.
My head turned as I heard the pounding of hooves coming up from a distance behind me. The red stallion picked up its speed, the rider standing up in the stirrups as he came closer to where I was. Slowing down, I could see the smug smirk on his lips.
"Hello, ma lady." He said in a false English accent, tipping an imaginary hat towards me. "I just came to make sure you remembered tonight."
"Of course I do." I say, giving him a soft smile as I urged my mare on, as she was about to kick his horse in the face because of how close they were behind us.
After listening to his horse run off to ask the others, the mare slowly made her way towards a large lake of water, leaning her head down and taking a slow drink from the water.
Smiling, I look at myself in the reflective liquid below us. My light blonde hair was extremely long, a little bit past my waist. At the moment it was in two long braids with black bows at the end and a large black flower pinned to the left. My eyes were still a bright blue hue, but now it had an almost pink color hovering around the pupil of my eyes. My skin was paler than it had been in any other time in my life, I looked ghost like.
I was ghost like.