Midsummer's breeze.
Sweeping past.
Eastern star.
Flickering.
From the serene darkness of night to the faint smell of wild chrysanthemums in the fields, all things seemed too lovely to be true – yet, this was reality – a reality to be coveted and envied.
She could stand it no longer.
It was time to give in, finally, to truth – however hideous that thing is, admitting that Fate is a most terrible thing. It left no room for breaths while hurrying her from one feat to the next so that others can stand by and reap the harvests of her toil…
Nothing was extraordinary now, since she has been tossed and turned in the hands of Fate for so long. Her mind has learned to cease grieving for small losses, from all things she has had to flee from but bringing to them destruction nonetheless.
But this?
This was too much – Fate had finally reached the zenith of its cruelty.
Why?
She gazed into the night. The stars…
It was under this very same starry sky that they made…. she remembered bitterly, the vow never to be kept.
Fate had chosen to strike again and once more, succeeded in its dark work.
Okami! How she wished to escape from that malicious monster's grasp! Or even better yet, to twist and break Fate's cold talons before it can claims any other innocent creature as its pawn…