"CLIng" "CLASh" At last I defeated that despicable doppelganger that my father had created in my place. Behind me her now bloodied form collapsed. I then turned and sheathed my blade to approach her. The fortress courtyard ware we stood was barely illuminated against the pitch black night by a few standing torches.
Her porcelain figure seemed dyed of blood as my 'twin' struggled to stand and face me. "Why do you fight me?" The faker finally asked with that phony voice that which apparently belonged to me at the age of fourteen. That was the age that I fell off the face of the earth and she was made to replace me as and mocked perfectly. "Father created me to save you from the Dragon of Date, I would have destroyed them all and you would be free to rebuild our clan…." My adolescent replica swooned as if she were slinging a lullaby, but I was tired of falling asleep and hiding from my real duty.
"You are not my savior Doppelganger, the fate of My clan does not rest on the long shot design of a doll to destroy the enemy from within." I answered cold and clearly. She embodied the theme of violated innocence now, the result of my father's rebellious will against the Date of Oushu. "My faith rests with the resignation of my fate…. To uphold the alliance for the sake of the Temura I would willingly become his vassal-" I spoke to her wide eyes of foolish desperation. "He slaughtered your vassals as coldly as her murdered his own kin for his own sake, you will surly suffer the very same!" She cried as if her motive for wavering my goal was out of an actual feeling of concern. No it was a begging gamble for the sake of my father; her creator's orders.
"The tragedies that he endured like any other true Lord are of his own devices, as for the crime that befell my servants for being involved in the assassination attempt I may never forgive him for….. but that is never a reason to cower from my duty." My voice sounded strange at that point. I felt, stronger?
She started laughing that inhuman shrill. "I Will destroy the Dragon lord of Oushu Lady Megohime, for your sake and Father's!" She screamed as her hair rose and danced in a tangle mess about her head. The flames flickered and she looked more like a wounded animal then a servant. With a single strike the torches were extinguished and I exited the fortress. I was sure that the hair sewed into her scalp began to wilt and her cheeks had cracked as her fake blood soaked the dirt ground.
Before making my way into the forest and down the hill I gazed upon the moon. It was relatively huge with a silver iridescence that sparked against the clouds. The clouds themselves took on the form of blood stained claws that held the precious moon a dear captive. "My Lord ... Just wait and see."
Author's Note: I figured that since Date Masamune himself is a historical character I'd use his real wife Megohime and some reported facts about there relationship as my OC. Also this chapter is more like a prolog and won't be explained until much later so the next few chapters will be slow in the plot and even start off short until I'm sure of everything. Rate suggestions will be greatly appreciated if it takes more then a month to upload. Of course i own nothing of the characters and I will attempt to stay as true to their characters from SB as possible, historical facts will most likely be bent for use in the story.