Hiya~~ I decided to redo this one a bit too. I need to keep it in sync with the others.

I also needed to adjust some mistakes so I hope that worked.

This is like, a preloque, so I will come more into this later. I hope it will be good to follow.

Hunted by what was, following what's yet to come, Chapter one. Redone


I remember... very well. I've always sworn to myself that I would forget. That I would get over it, but I never found that strength. I was confused. Why? I never knew the answer though. Something I'm probably still looking for.

All I heard that day was screaming, cries of fear, hatred and weakness. My own voice screaming like there was no tomorrow.

All I felt was pain, sadness, and despair.

All I saw were people running, get killed, and running after another trying to survive. And of course, a lot of blood, including my own.

I shall start from the beginning…

The village I lived in was very small and only consisted of fishermen and peasants who always worked hard, because they knew if they didn't there will be nothing to live from or to even live for. That is just what life offered them.

My father was among them.

He took care of us and we owe our lives to him. Although it is comprehensible one would do that for his wife and daughter. Talking about it my mom was the one in charge of household and cooking, assuring me that one day we all would live together happily, and this state of constant war would be over. Me, being a mere six years old, believed in fairy tales. I believed my mom, although I felt something bad would happen. I felt it.

And I was right…

My mom sent me out to buy something to eat from the little amount of gold we possessed. When I got out of the small shop, I heard screaming and people were running like mad.

Now I knew something was up.

I ran to my home as fast as I can and standing before the small house the ominous feeling grew stronger. I knocked on the door because I was afraid of what would be behind that door.

"Mom?" I called out as I opened the door. My eyes widened. Blood. "Dad!" I ran further into the house, freezing immediately at what I saw. A man stood there sword in hand which was covered in blood. But my parents stood before him looking horrified.

"Eh..? What's this?" The man said as he turned to me with a wide grin.

"Please, let her go!" my mom yelled.

The man smirked and threw something at my feet. I screamed as I looked down. It was a head of some very unlucky person. Unlucky… that's what I called it back then… Naïve, huh?

"You understand now, right? Give me your damn gold or I will take your head too" The man said when he turned to my parents.

" We have nothing you want. Our last amount has been spend." Was my dad's answer. Although I could see the fear on his face.

"Too bad."

I know that I've never heard my mom screaming like that. So… broken. I also have never seen so much blood in my short life… It felt like the whole world came crushing down on me… as I saw my father's head getting separated from his body a splash of blood hit the floor.

"You see woman? Do you see the consequences of disobeying me? You better stop joking, or your kid's as good as dead." The man turned at my mother once again.

My mother sighed. She was desperate. "No. wait! I'll do anything!" She bit her bottom lip as she locked eyes with the man, his hard stare making her freeze at the spot.

He began to smirk. "Anything… … Eh? " He walked over to her.

I didn't know what caused me to run over to that man, but I needed to do something.

" MOTHER!"

"BACK THE FUCK OFF BRAT!" He yelled.

And there I fell to the ground a sharp pain going through my head. The man had cut me down, now if he only didn't aim for my head…

I crashed into the wall, blood spilling, as the man kicked me to the side.

"SHIORIN!" My mom called out to me her eyes grown wide from shock.

"There much better isn't it? Now no-one will be disturbing us. Besides now the kid doesn't has to see this."

Apparently the man assumed I was already dead. To be honest I thought I was going to. Blood was streaming down from my head on to the floor. There was some on the walls and on my clothes.

'This is mine..?' I thought as I tried to lift my hand which too, was covered in blood.

The man began pushing my mother down, ripping open her kimono, and untied his own pants. I don't think I need to explain the rest… All I want to say is that I'll never forget that image. Nor the rape nor the man killing my mother as soon as he was done. He left the house and I lied there… I tried to stand… To my surprise I was actually able too..

'They're gone… they are really gone…' I cried as tears fell down my cheek.

I looked at the image of my dead parents and felt sick. I don't know how many times I threw up. What really surprises me is that I had the power to do that.

I fell down and closed my eyes as I heard voices in the distance.

"There's a kid here!"

"Is she dead?"

"NO! look! She breathes!"

"well, she's going to die if we leave her here…"

that were the last things I heard as a darkness surrounded me…