Chapter 1
The Days Grow Weary
The light grew weary as the day began to die, just as it had for each of the sixteen years that Zacura Wusake had been alive. But tonight, there was something different about the air around her. As usual, she kept an open mind and listened to the life around her. From her perch on a rock overlooking the ocean, she stood squinting at the horizon and into the falling sun.
Zacura hadn't felt like this for a long time. For once in her life, she sensed little evil in the air. This felt good. The slight breeze blew against her face, calming her. Again, the wind clawed through Zacura's blood red hair and her emerald green eyes sparkled elegantly in the evening light.
"The night is truly almost as beautiful as you are." A voice whispered into her ear. She spun around so fast that she barely had time to catch her breath.
"How dare you talk to me like that." Zacura hissed at the massive male figure that stood before her. Zacura's eyes narrowed with anger, but still she was cautious. She stepped back slowly, almost invisibly as not to show her nervousness. Zacura gritted her teeth, for she that knew that one more step back would be her doom. No matter how much she denied it, Zacura knew that she was trapped between two different deaths; Trapped between a rocky cliff going down at 90 degrees, and a very powerful demon.
But Zacura had already chosen which she would rather try to over-come. She knew that she wasn't nearly powerful enough to defeat Toguro Otouto yet. So she jumped. The wind roared in Zacura's ears and she felt he sudden chill, as she plunged into the ocean. All around her colorful fish swam lightly around her, not at all disturbing the water.
'How am I alive?' she though and she started to paddle to the surface. But no matter how far she swam, the surface never came. Zacura's mind began to cloud and her lungs begged for air. Suddenly, she took an accidental gulp of water and she felt the odd sensation of drowning.