I'm still writing this story, so I only have chapters 1 and 2 done, but
tell me what you think. I'll eventually have more chapters posted, and it's
going to be a long story. Oh yeah..there's no title yet either. If you can
think of a title email me.
Chapter 1
"Aya!" My mother called happily from the palace gates, as her voice echoed through the valley of Yukatoshi.
"Yes, Mother?"
I love my mother so much. She is always there when I need her. She has hair as black as the night, that is just halfway passed her chin, and her eyes are such a pretty coffee brown. Everyone tells me we look identical, and it makes me feel wonderful to hear such a compliment. The way she walks is always so smooth and graceful; she looks like an angel from heaven.
"Aya dear, would you fetch me my parasol? The sun's rays are ever so hot."
"Of course," I said with a smile on my face as I walked to our palace, my red and black-flowered kimono flowing as I walked. Just as I reached my mother's room, and grabbed for the parasol a large bang sounded from outside. Startled and afraid I raced to the palace gates. "Mother!" I cried as I dashed out of the palace.
When I reached the gates, the scene was unbearable. There my mother laid, crimson red blood oozing from her stomach. Crystal-like tear drops began racing down my cheeks. I could not believe my eyes. Here my mother lay dying. It was as if my whole world came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.
My voice trembling I asked, "Mother, what happened?" Just as I asked my question, my father came rushing out. Having looked at the scene, his dark brown eyes began to fill with tears.
"I-I was shot," My mother said as she struggled to get the sentence out of her mouth.
"Mother?" My sister, Sakura, asked as she came up from behind me. As Sakura studied my mother I could see it in her eyes; pain and grief.
"Who did this to you?" My father asked.
"Some wo-man," Mother had said, but then there was a brief moment of silence.
Worried, Father said, "Jun?" There was no response, for it was too late. My mother's soul had already drifted into another world.
Chapter 1
"Aya!" My mother called happily from the palace gates, as her voice echoed through the valley of Yukatoshi.
"Yes, Mother?"
I love my mother so much. She is always there when I need her. She has hair as black as the night, that is just halfway passed her chin, and her eyes are such a pretty coffee brown. Everyone tells me we look identical, and it makes me feel wonderful to hear such a compliment. The way she walks is always so smooth and graceful; she looks like an angel from heaven.
"Aya dear, would you fetch me my parasol? The sun's rays are ever so hot."
"Of course," I said with a smile on my face as I walked to our palace, my red and black-flowered kimono flowing as I walked. Just as I reached my mother's room, and grabbed for the parasol a large bang sounded from outside. Startled and afraid I raced to the palace gates. "Mother!" I cried as I dashed out of the palace.
When I reached the gates, the scene was unbearable. There my mother laid, crimson red blood oozing from her stomach. Crystal-like tear drops began racing down my cheeks. I could not believe my eyes. Here my mother lay dying. It was as if my whole world came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.
My voice trembling I asked, "Mother, what happened?" Just as I asked my question, my father came rushing out. Having looked at the scene, his dark brown eyes began to fill with tears.
"I-I was shot," My mother said as she struggled to get the sentence out of her mouth.
"Mother?" My sister, Sakura, asked as she came up from behind me. As Sakura studied my mother I could see it in her eyes; pain and grief.
"Who did this to you?" My father asked.
"Some wo-man," Mother had said, but then there was a brief moment of silence.
Worried, Father said, "Jun?" There was no response, for it was too late. My mother's soul had already drifted into another world.