My name is…
The voice rang out in my head. I had been having the same dream for the past couple nights. A magnificent dragon of ice stood before me while wind whistled in my ears and dampened my hearing.
My name is…
Another gust of wind passed and cut off his final word. I gritted my teeth together and focused.
My name is…!
I strained my ears and listened with as much willpower I could muster. A flurry of ice crystals swirled around us and my eyes stung as the biting cold engulfed me.
Hyourinmaru!
I sat bolt upright in bed. My breathing came harsh and fast. My mind was a maelstrom of thoughts that had been stirred from the strange paradox that had just taken place in my mind. Then, through the whirlwind of ideas and theories came a single clear word.
Hyourinmaru.
Only then did I notice the slim, solid object I clutched in my hands. I examined the sheathed sword with wonder, admiring the chain running out from the bottom of the hilt and connecting to a crescent-shaped blade, sharp and threatening yet at the same time, graceful and beautiful. My hand ran along the length of the sheathed sword and a small smile spread over my face.
A unique moment of perfect clarity spread through me like wildfire. The sword in my hands would be mine forever and I would be its master. There would be no question and the solidity of that fact gave me more elation than I had ever imagined it could.
Slowly, carefully, I slid the sleek metal of the sword from its protective casing and appreciated the bright silver – like solid ice. Moonlight glinted off the blade and I watched as it danced and shimmered on the walls. I held it up so that it became completely encompassed in the soft light streaming through the window.
In complete darkness, not quite as alone as I had been only an hour ago, I murmured, "Hyourinmaru, I am Toushiro Hitsugaya. It's nice to meet you."
