Blossoms in the Garden of the Moon
Prologue
Tears fell, first one then others cascaded down the young woman's pale fleshy cheek. Her normally bright and azure eyes portrayed a thunderous storm out at see their depth and power unlike any other the tall man and his mate had ever seen. Her eyes were not cold nor were they desolate like the young, living, breathing creature that came before her but they showed her hurt and betrayal while mirroring horror and anger.
"It seems that the fates were finally wrong…the poor child." The heavenly woman spoke her voice holding grief for the woman but anger and disappointment at the actions of the young prince.
"I do not believe the fates are ever wrong my dear they are simply waiting for the right time to intervene." The tall silver hair male turns to the woman he claimed as his own and died for. Her ethereal beauty shone even in the deep hazel pools of her eyes. A smile filter across her face briefly and he is struck with how angered she is at the acts of her son.
His fingers weave with hers as another person talks drawing their attention to her face as she speaks. Her eyes are angry and fierce; looking as if she would cry at the sheer torture the younger miko was obviously in. "That child…I wish he knew what his actions caused. To harm such a beautiful creature of my creation. It is not reasonable. How could you hurt someone so pure?" Her voice wavers as her deep ashen blue eyes narrow on the tears treading steadily down the young maiden's face as she stood stock still taking the yelling before dealing much more right back.
"You may be true, all of you however take note that the Kami are never wrong and her mate already sees the nature of her being and needn't change anything about her. The hanyou belongs with someone much different from the two young priestesses you see before you. The once dead one is in just as much of a heart before because she must settle for the hanyou when she loves another that is no longer a being, simply a heart. If they wish for the world to be saved they must defeat the creature and bring the heart back to mortality, thus is why she had been brought back from the land of the restless." All three that once sat together turn in a whirl of white and blue silken fabric to stare at the high and mighty Kami standing in their wake. Her robes moved as if the silk were merely mist created by the sheer will of her power to cover her heavenly body. Her hair moved in much the same fashion and, still to this day so many years after her first appearance before them, she stuns them nearly speechless.
"Amaterasu, we understand that however we were once mortals ourselves and still retain the emotions of our mortality. I only wish for the child holding part of myself to triumph over her oppression." The elder miko states looking fondly toward the mist showing the young woman. Her eyes hold so much love that you would believe that the young priestess was in fact her daughter.
"I understand more than any of you do...do not doubt the child she will succeed in anything that befalls her because she truly is pure." With that the graceful Kami glides into the mist vanishing without a trace. Midoriko turns to the mist once more and lowers her gaze to the ground at her shadowed feet.
"I certainly hope that is the case for her good and my own." With that the slender female moves away adverting her gaze from those passing her wake.
