The Ocarina of the Dead
"He was killed seven years ago," exclaimed the doctor, "My Autopsy won't work even if I tried. Besides the body still has no form of decay on it. He at least had to have bacteria that infiltrated his body to decompose it. I refuse to do it!"
" But Celeste," said the other person in the room, " I know how you feel. But still you should want to find out why your own fiancé disappeared then was killed. It's human instinct to want to know how he died.
" Honestly, Betty, Brendan wouldn't want this. He would want to left alone… Hey what's this?"
Celeste lifted a small makeshift ocarina off his neck. There were words on it but it wasn't that legible enough to read. Celeste put it around her neck and buried him back in his grave in that room.
Years Later
Laurel herd cries from behind the church alter. It was more like whimpering than actual cries. Laurel peeked her head around and found a small boy probably around the age of nine whimpering.
" Hey bud what's wrong?" Laurel asked comfortably.
" My mommy and daddy aren't talking to me and they have a lot of blood on them," he whimpered.
Those words got Laurel's gears turning. She quickly realized that his parents were dead. The boy then started to cough up a lot of blood and Laurel now noticed something making his shirt stick out. Laurel lifted up his shirt. A pocket-knife was sticking out of his skin surrounded by a stream of blood. The boy now blacked out and it was up to Laurel to keep him alive.
Laurel knew it was against the rules to use her powers. Laurel is what the "powerless" call Anbus. If they use there power and was caught they were tortured. And when I say tortured they sawed off your body limb by limb till you were mutilated into a thousand pieces but that was the worst consequence ever. A half-elf called Sargetarious defeated a whole army with his poison techniques. The most common punishment was the torture curse provided by another anbu who can perform it.
Laurel is in the Healianthy class which basically means that she can perform healing techniques to heal people. This boy needed her help or he would die. She put aside the fact that she could be tortured and chose to help him.
She drew a healing rune on her hand, the most advanced one she knew, of his blood. Then green lights came flashing from her skinny hand and was speeding up his cell regeneration. But right as the wound healed the technique backfired on her and threw her backward. His wound was healed though but he needed to see her father who was one of the best healers in town.
Her father was a registered Healianthy anbu so if he betrayed the community he would have a more severe punishment than an unregistered anbu but in return he can use his powers. The boy's wound was coming back. Laurel picked him up and ran out of the church.
She started running down a long city street. The street ran about a half a mile then it hits a fork in the road. It wasn't a necessarily busy street, a car about every 50-60 seconds. Laurel turned right on the fork and was stopped.
" My name is Rachel," said the teenaged girl. "I am a soundanthy anbu assassin. My team has your pitiful father captive in otokagaure (sound village). We were after you but your father tried to stop us…ohh your in trouble! You're not registered to do healing runes! Well I'll do you a favor and spare you the torture curse, BY KILLING YOU NOW!"
The girl looked innocent. Her orange hair was falling through her snow cap and her beige out fit with the rope in a pretzel like knot across her waist.
She pulled out about a 2 foot long silver flute from the rope. She put it to her lips and started to play. The rhythm was fast and in a minor tone. The environment around laurel started to flicker and her new surroundings were like hell.
There were waterfalls of fire surrounding her and Rachel. Skulls were all over the ground and Laurel couldn't move. Thin strands of wire connected to her wrist made her not move. The boy was on the ground in front of her out of reach.
"Well I'll kill him now as well as you!" Rachel screamed.
Now Kagura played a softer even more minor tune. A few seconds later the boy started to spew blood out of his chest like a fountain. Next Laurel's skin stared to melt like a candle that had burned for hours. She screamed.
End of Chapter 1
This is copyrighted by Isaac Lincolon
