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Scar Night - The Beginning of a Legend

It was night. Total and unyielding darkness conquered everything in sight without any mercy. The sky had its omnipresent gloomy shade of grey as if there was always a terrible and unavoidable storm coming. The omen remained, but the storm never came. It was always the same in this land reserved only for demons and apparitions.

The sight fitted perfectly the constant haze of clouds it was always under. The earth was raw, dry, completely void of any life whatsoever though it never felt the lack – it cannot mourn over something it never had in the first place. Instead, it mourned over water and humidity, and because the omen in the sky never granted its wish, the earth had many fractures as a result of its agonizing cry.

The little life that it nurtured had died sometime along in history, if there was ever any to begin with. The forests were inhabited by dead trees, mere ghosts of what would otherwise have been grand displays of Mother Nature's power. But that would be assuming Mother Nature cared about this God-forsaken land.

There was only one source of water, a single lake that was never and will never be strong enough to nurture the never-ending mass of dry earth the last possessed. Therefore it sulked in its despair that it couldn't save its mother-land. For centuries it has been tainted with the dirty blood of demons and apparitions as a result of fights and arguments that usually were pointless to begin with.

Overlooking the lake was a steep, intimidating-looking hill made solely out of rocks that arched toward it, enough so that its very tip was right above it. If one looked from the right angle, it would almost seem as if this odd-shaped mountain was piercing the full moon that was on the sky at the moment.

Soft steps of earth being crushed were heard in the distance, but they seemed to be deliberate, as if whoever was the owner was afraid of being heard by the wrong person. Or demon. The demon who was walking so carefully looked from its right to its left, making sure it wasn't being followed. It was a tough job. This place lurked at every corner with unwanted monsters, and any moment he was in danger of such a creature leaping on him unexpectedly.

The demon heard something that sounded suspicious and stopped in its tracks, holding its breath, hoping the darkness would disguise it. After a few seconds of listening intently, he started walking again, but not carelessly. Looking everywhere around him had became routine, essential for survival. He finally reached the outskirts of the lake, it wasn't much longer now. The next town was maybe a mile or so to the east. He looked up to the moon and traced the arched, ancient hill with his eyes, but when he reached the very tip, he held his breath and looked again.

No, he didn't imagine it. Somebody was there, but he couldn't possibly identify who because of the lack of light. Still, with help of the moonlight, he could trace some of its features. Whoever it was, was with its back shifted to the side toward the bright full moon. Its back was perfectly straight, but it's head was bowed. The demon could vaguely understand its position, but he assumed its legs were crossed. In the darkness, he saw a long trail of dark hair, but he couldn't tell the color; it could've been any for all he knew.

Then, as he looked closer, he saw something that he should've seen earlier. It was almost glowing in the moonlight. Across its back, looking harsh and angry, a scar as thick as three fingers put together ran diagonally from one side to the other. The demon's eyes widened at the sight and gasped. He's seen scars before, it wasn't a rarity; it wasn't even uncommon, and yet, somehow this one took his breath away. Perhaps it was the size of it. Perhaps it was how in the moonlight it shone like a ghost. Or perhaps it was the mysterious figure as a whole that frightened him.

Whatever it was, it made him step back. Just as he did, he stepped on the very edge of a medium sized pebble, and it made it ricocheted into the lake. As it fell in it made a soft flump in the murky water. His eyes went straight to the mysterious figure and as he did so, the figure's head jerked up from its slightly slumped position, its long hair flew around its face as its body twisted to meet the intruder's eyes. They burned a ghostly white worthy of the moon itself, making the glare even more frightening. In that position, the demon could very well tell the gender of the figure as she was clothed in light. It was a woman, a demoness. When she turned around, the moon caught her entire figure. She was naked from the waist up, but her hair covered almost everything since it was parted in front. But he hardly saw any of that. All he could see were those white eyes shining so brightly they could pierce right through him.

The demoness must've reached on instinct. The hand that was supporting her weight behind her flew in front of her and toward the demon below her. Then the earth itself started to shake, and before he knew it, water rose up from the lake's surface in a towering wave that splashed in senseless.

He took another step, but this time forward and forced himself to run along the river, forward and right under the demoness' glare, making himself vulnerable. He ignored that the only piece of cloth that covered him was soaked and ran as fast as he could.

He was surprised to see that she didn't make any move to attack him again, but didn't look back and continued running until he reached the meeting point. He panted, not being used to running for so long.

"What took you so long?" said a figure in long, blue robes and a pacifier in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Koenma, sir. Something came up along the way," the ogre bowed to his prince.

"What do you mean?" the prince frowned his eyebrows in confusion then looked at the demon in front of him as if seeing him clearly for the first time. "Why are you completely drenched?"

"Because this…" he paused, searching for the right words to describe what he saw. "I saw a demon along the way. I guess it was a woman, right at the very edge of the Twisted Hill. She attacked me."

"For no reason?" he inquired, but looked worried. Could this possibly be a new threat?

"No, I—" the demon actually blushed in embarrassment, "she was naked from waist up, and I guess she was mad that I saw her—" then he backtracked at the Koenma's aghast expression. "But I didn't see anything, Koenma, sir, I swear! All I saw was this huge scar across her back."

"Do you think she's a threat?" the prince asked the ogre a question he hasn't been asked before, but it couldn't be helped. He was the only one who saw her; therefore he should be the judge.

"I don't know, sir," he looked down, "but I know she was strong."

"Should I at least warn the Spirit Detective Team about her?" Koenma mused more to himself.

The ogre nodded. "For precaution."

"What should I tell them about her? What's her name? How does she look?"

The ogre scratched his head at his mater's questions. "I can't really tell how she looked, I hardly saw anything at all. All I know is that her eyes looked, white and were shining very brightly. Her hair looked a dark color, maybe a brown?" he inquired and shrugged. Seeing that Koenma was getting annoyed with him, he sped up his observations. "As for her name…I suggest Scar Night as a temporary name until we identify the demon."

Koenma nodded, looking solemn. "Very well. Scar Night it is. I will alert the team in case she is a possible threat."

And so, though nobody knows exactly how, or the true identity of the mysterious woman with a battle scar worthy of the most ancient of demons, but the rumors spread like wildfire in Spirit World as well as Demon World about a certain midnight beauty called Scar Night.

A/N: It's been forever since i've written something, anything in the third person. I hope you guys will like it. It might be confusing at first and think "what was the point of that?" but it really does have a point. This is the beginning of something. You'll later find out what. This will be a series of one-shots put together as separate chapters of the same story - Scar Night.

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