Forget me, not.
When you're alone, remember I was always there for you.
When you're afraid, remember how I held you.
When you're lost, remember I always found you.
When you fall into despair, remember my smile.
When you mourn me, remember I live on with you.
But please don't forget me.
"Children, this is a story of a young god and a human. One who knew nothing of death, and one bound to die one day. It is a sad tale to be told, yet it still needs to be heard. So I, young ones, shall tell you this tale. Keep in mind, not all stories have happy endings. So let me take you back. All the way back to the beginning."
Part one
Alone
Snowflakes floated down to the rough mountain surface. Each crevice of the mountainous area had filled with a feet of snow, it somewhat betrayed the light trickle that danced across the night sky. The moon illuminated the white flakes making the ground sparkle like a thousand white diamonds. And, although the wind was chilly, the village in the valley was calmly enjoying its winter days.
The lush forest, though many trees had empty branches, had an abundance of both wild life and thick shrubbery. Icicles hung low on in the branches of each tree. So low, that perhaps an unsuspecting visitor to the wooded area would run into them. No tracks, footprints or paw prints, were found, even if there had been any form of wildlife, they would have been covered within the hour.
At this time, deep within the dusky hours of twilight, most villagers slept. The children had been tucked away into their beds by parents long before. And even the adults had fallen into a comfortable sleep. It was a peaceful time, where there was no rush of carriages through the street. No loud clanking of thehorses' shoes against concrete or gravel. Only solitude.
Between the tree branches on the outskirts of town, yellow eyes looked up that the starless night sky. Even though no light showed, and the valley was filled with an overwhelming darkness, the stars remained invisible to those eyes. Wind blew, forcing purple hair across pale skin. Yellow eyes closed and short purple bangs were pushed back into place.
What am I doing here again? The purple haired boy said, opening his eyes once the breeze had died down. A snowflake came down to kiss his nose. His yellow eyes stared at it until it melted. So pretty.
Turning his head, ever so slightly, in the direction of the village, a small flash of black crossed his vision. He rolled his illuminatingyellow eyes and ignored the raven. But the bird set its claws down on the branch across from the small boy. Letting black wings spread out wide, he called. "Shino-dono, Masuta-dono has been looking for you. It's time to return home."
"I don't like that form Murasame. Take the other one before speaking with me." Shino said dully, leaning against the old oak of the tree he perched himself on.
The raven sighed. His master was so spoiled sometimes. But nevertheless he did as the boy commanded. Throwing his wings in front of his beak, his feathers melted away leaving the sleeves of the black kimono he wore. He didn't grow very much, he was hardly taller than the purple haired boy. His skin was silky, smooth and pale. The only features that could relate him to the raven he had once been, were his violet-red eyes and feathery black hair that fell just below the nap of his neck in the back, and brushed his eyelashes in the front.
"Shino-dono, it's time to go back to our own place." Murasame brushed his fingertips against the dark bark of the old tree.
Shino's eyes moved listlessly over his unwanted company. Yellow irises skimmed over the village. Maybe next time he could escape his father's and brother's watchful eyes, he would play with the humans of the village. Not that he understood what the difference was between him, gods, and humans.
As Murasame jumped down from the tree, and the short boy went to follow, he couldn't help but feel he had already visited this place before. But when he tried to picture it, his mind went blank. He felt it so strongly, but he had no idea why this place would mean anything to him. He shrugged it off.
Maybe in other time, some other life, I once spent a great deal of time here. Now, it feels like I'm just trying to get back.
But gods only live one life, unlike humans.
Who knows how long it had been since that day. By the time the purple haired boy escaped again, the snow had not only stopped falling but had melted away. The wooded area was filled with greenery. The moon didn't hang high in the sky this time, instead, the sun hadn't even risen to its full peak yet.
Laughter of children could be heard echoing loudly through the village. The small community looked livelier than ever. The land surrounding them was coarse and hard to work on, but still several older men worked away on the village farmland just outside of the forest. The crops, Shino guessed, were only enough for the village to survive on. It looked like tiring pointless work to him.
His yellow eyes glided over children who played tag in the fields that weren't being used as small farms. Boys and girls of various ages cowered away from one boy, the one they named 'It'.
Shino watched them from his tree. His long girlish hair brushed against his white kimono. He forced it behind an ear, wishing he had short hair like the boy chasing others around.
He wasn't a tall boy, maybe one of average height. His eyes were big and blue, just shades darker than his hair. But the way that he laughed as he scooped the young rosette haired girl up into his arms made Shino envious.
After all, not many people could see gods among them. Over the years of escaping to the human world, Shino found this to be the cruelest of truths. He had often listened to the tales of his brother, when he was far younger, and never had his brother been noticed by a human unless he forced himself into a mortal form. But even that came with restrictions. However, his brother had lived the life of a human hundreds of years ago, returning to his godhood after death, and never again. His brother told him how trifling it was, how horrible. He never spoke a word of greatness. It only made Shino want it that much more.
So the yellow eyed boy looked on longingly. Wishing he was one of them, even if only for a short time. Even if he died a horrible death and had to remember the pain and agony for a millennium. He still looked on with lonely eyes.
I'm back.
All thanks to my great beta reader Miraki-chan
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