Blood: The Echoes of War
Chapter 1: The Past was Corrupted
A violent screech burdened the standstill of the earth.
"Haji, sword."
A girl with short onyx hair and gleaming red eyes held out her hand. A handsome man with raven hair tied messily in a ponytail and slate eyes obediently handed her a sheathed katana. Swiftly, she pulled out the sword and filled the slits of its blade with her own blood. Without any effort, she severed the monster's body from the waist.
The Chiropteran's crystallized corpse fell to the ground, the rusty scented liquid seeping into the soil beneath her feet. She sheathed her blood coated katana and returned it to her knight.
"Saya," another girl called out.
Her appearance was very similar to Saya's. The only way to distinguish her from Saya was her more childish facial features and shoulder-length hair.
"I'm fine, Akane," she assured her niece, sweeping the dust off of her skirt.
The younger girl nodded towards a small village further along the path. "Maybe we should stop there for something to eat."
"Alright," Saya decided, already distancing herself from her Chevalier and niece.
She followed after the elder red Queen, the leader of their group, because of her past experience and title. Haji slung his cello case over a rigid shoulder and secured it by the strap before continuing on the remaining distance.
"It's going to rain soon," Akane speculated as the clouds morphed into one and blanketed the land in a damp darkness.
"Yeah," her aunt agreed, flipping her short hair with a hand.
Akane sighed, "Aoi loved the rain…"
Saya glanced at her from the corners of her maroon eyes. She was about to ignore the comment, however she felt it was her responsibility to toughen up the girl.
"This is no time to dwell on the past," the elder Queen whispered unintentionally.
The past, Akane thought. So much has happened over ninety years. The Red Shield was disbanded because its members passed away, including Kai… Dad. I miss him so much. I thought things weren't going to be the same. I thought neither of us would become the next "Diva" – my mother. She shuddered at the thought. Kai wasn't a father that neglected one of us – he loved us both so much. How could this happen?
I almost feel bad for Aunt Saya and Haji, having to relive the past.
Lately, I've noticed there is something weird between the two of them that I can't comprehend. Like they hate each other – or rather – she hates him. He's so sweet though, always, regardless of what has happened. It makes me wonder what kind of Chevalier I would have if ever the time comes.
But sometimes, I can't help but feel Saya and Kai are and were right. I shouldn't create a Chevalier. It would give Aoi the opportunity to reproduce… like what Diva… did... with my biological father – our biological father.
I never want this to happen again.
Our kind ends here.
The inexperienced warrior kept her mouth shut until they reached the town. Somehow, she knew her aunt wasn't only talking to her, but to the loyal Chevalier that walked alongside them. She could tell by the way his posture stiffened, only just. Whatever happened ninety years ago was whatever happened ninety years ago. It wasn't her past to meddle in. Her only concern was the erroneous present distorting the future – her future – and the future of the world.
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I meant for this to be like a prologue hence its short length. Hope you guys like the plot )