The sun was masked through the clouds in the early morning making the landscape seem grey and lifeless. The trees swayed with the faint breeze and the rain drizzled down over everything that was underneath it. The forest seemed dead and the only sounds you could hear was the distant thunder as it rolled over the pale sky and the droplets of water that would hit solid surfaces. And though the sight was deceiving, the forest was-in fact-far from dead. It crawled with life, from the smallest organism to the largest.

Underneath a dying Sakura tree on a hill that overlooked the forest sat a girl of about seventeen by her looks. Her hair was as white as fresh fallen snow and her eyes as blue as the sea. She stared out into the distance, not even caring that her white kimono was getting soaked. In her hands she clutched a withering rose that had already begun to pale and lose its vibrant color.

Right now, Nature and its weather mimicked the way she felt;

Sad.

Time passed on, slowly, and really only seemed to stand still. The mass of grey clouds overhead were as one and were un-discernible, therefore they too seemed only to stand still. Only the wind was noticeable in its movements as it pushed and pulled on anything in its path. But eventually that too died away as the wind came to a halt and left the forest motionless.

The girl on the hill admired the sight as it happened she enjoyed life most when time passed by slowly. She felt that she was able to think more as the days dragged on. Though these moments were few and far between for her for she spent most of her time now helping her people run from unseen fiends and avoid perils.

"Yui-sama," a voice spoke from behind the gilt. She craned her neck to look at the person, a motion that said they could continue. "They've tracked us milady, we need to move." The girl nodded and stood up to face the man more directly to speak to him.

"Thank you Toshiyoto, inform everyone that we leave immediately and tell them... tell them not to delay with packing up their luxuries. We leave everything not involved with our survival."

"As you wish." Toshiyoto said as he turned and left. Yui took one last look at the withering rose in her hand before dropping it and walking after the man.

The rose glided gracefully to the ground and once it touched the grass it dissolved into the soil, leaving no trace of its existence behind.

Back at the camp of Yui's people, Toshiyoto had already passed on the news and as result, by the time Yui arrived, everyone was ready to go.
Getting everyone to move was easy but picking up the pace as they went proved to be slightly more difficult. Children and pregnant women were in consideration and the group could only move as fast as the weakest among them; which sadly happened to be some elderly. However, the group managed to stay ahead if their pursuers who were only half a day behind them at the most.
Delays were common among the group and each night stops were made for people to eat and rest. These stops were a nuisance but needed if Yui wanted to keep her people moving as a healthy group.

Three mornings and nights had passed and it seemed as if the pursuers had given up. There were no more tracks and the scouts found no more traces of any advances.

It would seem that no one now needed to worry about the stealthy foes.

However, that night Yui got no sleep. Her mind was clouded with thoughts and doubts. The enemy may not be noticeable now but she believed that they were still nearby; watching. People just don't give up on tracking their "prey" that easily. That that Yui considered any of her people to be so weak, far from it in fact. The men, women, and even some children were all capable of holding their own in a fight. And that was something that she had commented on more than once on numerous occasions.

Yui felt sad and almost guilty for her people though. Back in their old village things were peaceful and life was enjoyable. Yui's father was the leader of the village and he made it his job to see that everyone was happy. He was also blessed with a gift and curse that allowed him to see the future though his dreams. This was both prosperous and disastrous for the People of the village.

One day Yui's father had a dream that a stick fell from a tree and punctured a deep hole into the ground. When he pulled the stick out a flow of water endlessly poured out and covered all of the land making the ground more fertile and better for planting crops. When he awoke in the morning he told some of the village men and when they dug in the spot he indicated, his dream came true, only less dramatics. The men discovered and underground reserve of water and it greatly helped out the crops.

Other times Yui's father foresaw dangers in his nightmares that would harm the village in some way. And his dreams always came true, always.
Yui sat on the floor in her tent and let her kind wander, going over events in her head. Previous, present, and even a bit of cuter. Though in the end Yui realized it was foolish to lose sleep over something she had no knowledge of and instead she lay down and drifted into a deep slumber. In doing so her subconscious created a dream.

[First Person Point Of View]

My people are sleeping peacefully in their little tents. It's really a relief to see everyone so relaxed. Especially... after what they've been through...
I hope I can find a place where we can all start over. That everyone can forget all this tribulation and be happy in a new life.
"Miss Yui!" Someone shouted my way. I turned to see a little boy running my way, smiling. I knelt down and picked him up when he reached me, his smile bringing one of my own to my face.

But soon that smile faded as the boy's skin started to turn green like a mold that consumed his flesh. And once it covered his while body the boy fell apart and the mold prices glided and fell to the ground. I looked around and the same thing happened to each and every person in their tent and to those also walking around. I was left standing there... unaffected by the stance disease and unable to help.

[Regular Point Of View]

Yui jolted awake, clutching at her chest and breathing heavy. She had had nightmares before but nowhere near anything like this. Perhaps she would have felt more at ease if a nightmare was all that it had been...

But about a month ago...

She discovered that she had inherited her father's ability...