SCARLET MOON
BY:L.M.R.N.T.
"HELP WOLF" he continued to shout.
From the nearest hut thier father came running, fear straining his features. "Children!" he shouted, the panic in his voice clear to tomoyo even through the roaring in her ears. She felt his arms reaching out for her.
"My legs are on fire Father," she whimpered, her throat raw from crying. "Put it out".
"Your not on fire, child".
"But I can feel it. It's burning me," she sobbed. Slowly her vision faded, but she could still hear him calling her name. She tried to answer but couldn't. In the distance she could hear the howl of a wolf, and it filled her with a fear she had never known before. In her mind she pictured once again the wolf that had attacked her, from the silken gray of his fur to the piercing azure of his eyes.
I never knew wolves had azure eyes, she thought before darkness claimed her.
The wolf staggered away from the children, hurt and confused. It could barely breathe, and the wound felt as though it were on fire. It knew a place where it would be safe, though, a place where it could lick its wounds and wait for the dawn. Somehow it knew that things would be better with the dawn, but it didn't know why...
Capter One
The woods were changing. The cycle of death had begun yet again. What were once proud, green trees now stood half naked and colthed only in hues of fire and gold. Their gnarled branches stertched downward toward the faint path that wound below. Upon it a young girl with pale skin and black hair walked hand in hand with her older brother, unaware of the wolf that was stalking them. The trees saw, though, and whispered a warning as the wind rattled thier remaining leaves.
The little girl was skipping along, her bright red cloak fluttering in the chill air. It was the color of blood and it drew the wolf in closer. Flitting like a gray ghost, it slunk along behind the trees, just steps from them, and watched. The children were close to the village; a few minutes more and they would be out of the forest. The girl turned as though she heard what the trees were whispering and shivered a little. Feeling her movement, the boy glanced back as well. The wolf circled around warily until he stood on the path before them.
When the children turned back, the wolf was there. He lunged forward, fangs and claws sinking into the girl's legs. She screamed as it knocked her down and her own blood sprayed up into her face. She struggled to sit and came face to face with the monster.
Beside her the boy raised his dagger in the air before plunging it into the wolf's chest. The creature cried out in pain and let go of her. It jumped back, blood gushing from the wound, and stared at them for a moment before turning and staggering off into the trees.
The trees shook sympathetically, showering down leaves upon the children, covering both them and the trail left by the injured wolf. As night drew near, the trees continued to shiver, urging the children to run home, and whispering another warning.
It wasn't safe in the woods after dark.
Tomoyo clung to Akira as he staggered out of the forest carrying her. With every step he took, she screamed as a fresh wave of pain washed over her. He stumbled toward the village, shouting. From their tiny homes the villagers spilled forth, drawn by his cries.
"Help! Wolf!" he continued to shout.
From the nearest hut their father, kagami, came running, fear straining his features. "Children!" he shouted, the panic in his voice clear to tomoyo even through the roaring in her ears. She felt his arms reaching out for her.
"My legs are on fire, father," she whimpered, her throat raw from crying. "Put it out."
"Your not on fire, child."
"But I can feel it. It's burning me," she sobbed. Slowly her vision faded, but she could still hear him calling her name. She tried to answer but couldn't. In the distance she could hear the howl of a wolf, and it filled her with a fear she had never known before. In her mind she picture once again the wolf that had attacked her, from the silken gray of his fur to the piercing azure of his eyes.
I never knew wolves had azure eyes, she thought before darkness claimed her.
The wolf staggered away from the children, hurt and confused. It could barely breathe, and the wound felt as though it were on fire. It knew a place where it would be safe, a place where it could lick its wounds and wait for the dawn. Somehow it knew that things would be better with the dawn, but it didn't know why.
When tomoyo awoke, sun was streaming into her eyes, and her legs still felt as though they were on fire. Her frist sense was one of fear, and cried out.
"Hush, little one, you are safe," a familiar voice said soothingly. Her brother stood over her, his face twisted as if he were in pain.
"What is wrong, Akira?" she asked.
He picked her up, hugging her to him. "Thank God you're awake," he whispered against her cheek.
"You're tickling me," she protested.
He laughed and laid her back down."You had us all frightened, little one".
"Am I going to die?" she asked, the fear still tugging at her heart.
"No, God be praised," her father said from the doorway.
She turned to him and saw tears streaming down his cheeks. The sight frightened her more than the pain she felt or the memory of the wolf that had inflicted it.
He turned his face away from her, and his voice was muffled as he continued."You will be all right. You will even walk again, though the scars will remain".
His words frightened her still more, and she struggled to sit up. Akira pushed against her shoulders, trying to hold her down, but she fought him. Her fingers clawed at his hands and she scratched him. At last she rose up on her elbows just as her blanket slid to the floor.
She stared in horror at what was left of her legs. They were crisscrossed with angry red wounds. Whole chunks of flesh were missing, and the marks of the wolf's teeth were clearly visible.
She dimly heard Akira's voice telling her that everything was going to be fine. How can it be? she thought, her horror mounting with each passing second.
"I am hideous!"
"No! Listen to me. You are still beautiful and you will heal in time".
Tomoyo nodded for his sake because she could hear the pain and the fear in his voice, and it broke her heart. She would be strong for him. In her heart, though, she didn't believe him.
A movement in the corner of the room caught her eye, and she truned to glance at a cloaked figure standing in the shadows. Grandmother? she wondered for one wild moment. But it couldn't be, because her grandmother lived in the forest and wasn't allowed to come to the village-ever.
Outside she heard a commotion, many voices mingled together in excited shouting. She turned away from the cloaked figure as her father strode to the door and flung it open. He strood for a moment before turning with a satisfied nod. "They have the wolf".
"I want to see it," Tomoyo quavered, fear and hatred filling her.
"So you shall," Akira said, swooping her up in his arms. He carried her outside. Coming up the path was a group of men who wore tired yet triumphant looks.
"We followed the trail of blood," her cousin, touya, shouted from the head of the troupe. "We lost it, but when we searched the area, we found this wolf, already dead. He died of the wound you gave him, Akira".
Tomoyo tightened her grip around Akira's neck, her heart beginning to pound in fear as she caught sight of the monstrous gray brute. They dropped the wolf at Akira's feet with great ceremony.
Touya reached out to touch her hand. A year younger than brother, he was still several years older than she. His parents had died a year before, and he had been living with them since. He had grown much in that time, his body beginning to make the transition from boy to man, as evidenced by his expanding shoulders and increasing confidence.
"I cut off the wolf's paw for you to keep," Touya told her.
"I don't want it," she whispered. "You keep it".
Slowly she looked down at the body of the wolf. It was ugly, its fur splattered with streaks of dried blood and its tongue hanging out of the side of its mouth. Its fangs were covered with bits of flesh. At last Tomoyo looked into its eyes, which were wide open and staring. They were lifeless, like two little pieces of round yellow glass.
Yellow.
A chill went through her and she buried her head against Akira's shoulder. "It's not the same wolf".
Something was wrong; she could feel it. Two weeks had passesd since the wolf had sttacked, and in that time she had felt closer to her brother than ever before. He had been by her side constsntly, warm and caring. The last few hours, though, he had seemed cold and aloof.
"Again," he commanded, sitting by the hearth and extending his arms toward her.
She struggled up from the edge of her bed, trying to stand. At last she gained her feet. With pian shooting through her legs, she tried to hobble using the crutch he had made for her. Since before dawn he had her up, trying to get her to move around using only the crutch. She was getting tired and angry.
Halfway to the hearth she began to lose her footing and fell onto a chair.
"I can't do it!" she exclaimed as her crutch fell to the ground.
"You can and you must!"
"I'm tired. I'll work on it more tomorrow".
"No, you'll work on it today".
"Why? Why today?" she demanded.
"Because tomorrow will be to late," he said, standing so suddenly he knocked over his chair.
"Why?"
He sighed and dropped his eyes to the floor. After a moment he crossed over and knelt beside her. "Tomoyo, the duke has sent a call for men to join him as he marches with the prince to the Holy Land. They need men to fight in a crusade against the infidels holding Jerusalem".
"What has this to do with you?" she whispered, though she feared that in her heart she already knew the truth.
"Touya and I are going. We have heard the call and it has resonated in our hearts. We will join the duke and the prince".
"But you are blacksmiths, not knights".
"And they need those more desperately even than warriors. We will help build and repair weapons and armors, and shoe horses. If need be, we will fight as well".
"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"The army leaves at first light. We are traveling to the castle tonight to join it".
Tomoyo threw her arms around his neck and clung to him, terror filling her. "Don't go," she begged.
"I have to," he said. "They need me".
"I need you," she countered.
"No, you are strong.Youdo not need me to look after you anymore. But Father will need you now more than ever. You must promise me that you will help him".
Her tears spilled out freely, running down her cheeks and soaking his shirt. "I can't".
"You can, Tomoyo," he said, pulling away and staring into her eyes. "You are strong and brave. Not even the wolf could beat you".
She shivered aat the mention of the creature and began to cry even harder. "But you were there to protect me".
From his belt he pulled his dagger-the very one he had used upon the wolf. He place it in her palm and wrapped her fingers around its hilt. "I will still protect you, so long as you carry this with you".
She stared from it to him, praying to find the words that would make him stay. A shadow fell across the room and she turned. Touya stood in the doorway, a sack on his back.
"I will miss you, Tomoyo," her cousin said, his voice trembling.
She held out her arms to him and he came to her, hugging her tightly. Then the three of them hugged, all of them crying.
Finally Touya pulled away. "It's time to go," he said softly, and Akira nodded.
"But father--"
"We said our good-byes this morning," Akira assured her.
"He knew and he did not tell me!"
"We agreed it would be better this way. Nothing is to be gained by lengthy good-byes".
Akira stood and crossed to a corner, picking up a sack that Tomoyo hand't noticed back before bending to kiss the top of her head.
"Be strong," he whispered. He turned to Touya, and without another word the two of them left.
Tomoyo sat, shaking and staring at nothing, for several moments. When she could no longer hear the sound of their footsteps, she stood slowly, using the chair for support.
She picked up her crutch and began to hobble painfully. Every step sent pain up her legs, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Afew steps and she made it through the door. Outside, the road was a river of mud winding between the houses and scattered shops. Smoke curled from all the chimneys, and people walked by quickly, their heads bowed and their spirits dampened by the recent rains.
The thick brown ooze clutched at her boots, and each time she pulled them free the motion was accompanied by loud sucking sound. Slowly, step by painful step, she made her way toward her father's blacksmith shop. He was already there; she could hear his hammer ringing out against steel--strong, angry-sounding strokes.
He glanced up at her as she entered, but he said not a word. Slowly she made her way over to the forge. A steel blade sat in the fire, the metal becoming soft and pliable. With tongs she pulled it out and place it upon an anvil.
She leaned her body against a stone pillar and propped her crutch up against the back of it. She reached down and picked up her brother's hammer. The fell of it in her hand brought tears again to her eyes. It was heavy, but she lifted it high into the air. As she slammed it down upon the glowing steel she met her father's eyes. He nodded slowly and then truned back to his own blade. Together they hammer far into the night.