Path of redemption
Prologue
His mother is dead.
The pitter patter of raindrops hitting the tin roof echoes in his mind, fading out the voices of the people mourning the most beautiful person in his life, his mother. The sorrow and hurt on their faces painted on their features as clear as day.
His mother is dead.
He stands among the small group of people who feel blessed to have known such a kindred spirit during their lifetimes. He bites his upper lip hard as he tries to suppress the incoming flow of tears but then realises there is no point in trying to mask his pain. His eyes flood with emotion and drown his fare features, droplets making their way onto his light coloured kimono. It was his least favourite item of clothing , he hated it.
His mother is dead.
He wore the kimono on the night she was horrifically taken from him. It reminded him how he failed to protect her. To protect the angel who raised him from birth. In his mind he felt that he deserved that guilt, that pain and that reminder that he had failed to protect his beloved mother. He failed even after she had told him of her coming fate and who he really was. The images of his mother revealing these revelations to him consumed his mind. He couldn't protect her. He couldn't protect her from it.
His mother is dead.
It was ugly , it was vile and it was horrific. The site of the creature made his stomach turn in disgust. He could hear her screaming to him to run away but he ignored his aching fear and charged at the ghastly looking figure in the dark with only it's red eyes illuminating a target. He charged with anger , honour and rage fueling his raised fists, he cut through the air in his wake as he ran towards the demonic looking being with determination in his eyes and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Then just as quickly all faded to black as he dropped to the ground from a single effortless swat by the enormous shape in front of him.
His mother was dead.
He shook his head dispelling the horrific memories from replaying in his mind. Instead he chose to focus his red, overflowing eyes on the empty and lifeless casket displayed in front of him. There was no body found when he awoke. He searched for weeks in the surrounding forest with no luck other than the tattered remains of her white headband and his childhood. Though her body was never found he knew in his heart , he knew in his soul that she was no longer with him in this world and that fact cut him deeper than any wounds of the flesh ever could.
His mother was dead.
He bid farewell to the people at the funeral struggling to mask the aching pain in his voice which struggled to get free. He proceeded to walk home refusing the offers to give him a ride home. Thoughts of his mother's gentle smile haunted him as he walked slowly across the dark, damp and disgusting forest. He remembered this place being beautiful during his childhood years. The flowers would smile to him as their aroma was carried on the back of the wind in the spring months. The birds would sing their song and spread joy through the land. Now all he felt was decay. The flowers around him were dead. The vibrant green of the grass turned into a muddy, decaying shade of brown.
His mother was dead.
He made it to the front door of the small cabin where he had spent the majority of his 15 years of life. He stood still for a moment as he touched his face and realised the tears had not stopped flowing down his face. He opened the door gently and peered in to the empty space which used to be their home, he looked away and slammed the door shut as he ran back outside the cabin and into the forest away from the cabin, away from the empty shell which he used to his home. He ran with no clear destination in mind he just ran as fast as his legs could take him. He eventually stopped in a clearing surrounded by dead and decaying trees. He dropped to his knees and let out all of his sadness and pain into a scream which penetrated every inch of the night air. He violently ripped off his kimono revealing his bare skin to the watchful moon. He proceeded to rip up the kimono in frustration. He could no longer stand the reminder of his failure. After what seemed like an eternity he looked up from the ground with his drowned out hazel brown eyes. Staring intently at the moon he vowed to himself to go after the vile being that took his mother away from him. This was the beginning of his journey.
His mother was dead.
Redemption will be his ….