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Down from the sky, the air, the Heavens.
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They flew in on sparkling light and flowing fabric.
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They came down as she did.
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Lavish robes and fine silk,
Glowing hair and elaborate headdresses.
Luxurious jewelry, sliding and clinking lightly on milk colored skin.
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Truly magical.
Like the power which flows in their veins
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They came to learn what she learned
See what she saw
Meet those whom she had met
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She walks through silent forest on silent feet. A glowing being amongst darken woods and swaying trees. The air is warm and fresh in her lungs as she glides over roots and leaves. She knows the forest well for one who has never set foot in it. Moving with purpose, through without destination in mind, she is happy.
Her many silk robes rustle with every elegant stride, a skip in her step, elation coloring her otherworldly features.
With sharp, brown eyes glancing in every direction, she searches for what she knows is near. Moving along the woren path, she stumbles and nearly trips.
Spinning on light feet, she sees him. Hunched and slightly hidden in the brush, a man in humble robes. She backs away.
By his side, she acknowledges what must be his belongings which must be what she tripped over. His face in his chest and quietly breathing, he slumbers. She cannot see his face but his hair is darker than her own, fanning over his brow and the tree he leans on.
She is weary but calm. She steps closer. Reaching over her hand brushes the man's shoulder and waits a breath. He exhaled and she is relieved. Standing straight, she scans the area for anyone else before checking if the man had stirred. He hasn't and she glides once more through the forest.
She finds after looking for a time, the hot spring she wishes to bathe in. Once more scanning the area for threats then deeming it safe, she sheds her silky garments. She lays them on a dry rock, a safe distance from the spring and steps into the warm water. She washes her skin with a sweet smelling soap and cleans her waist length hair. She rinsed and relaxes astride the rocks lining the water. She listens to the ambience of the forest and smiles.
She turns and begins to exit the water to dress.
Hands, grabby hands rip her from the water. From her calm.
She fights, she screams so loud and desperately. Her clean skin, dirtied by those filthy fingers. Bruising is their grip as they throw her down to the ground. The men heaving and panting, lust and greed in their eyes. Hands at her legs and holding down her arms, she screeches into the calm air. Tears in her eyes and panic in her chest, she twisted and writhed. She sees one near her forcefully spread knees and kickes out at him. Horrid hands force them down, she begs. She closes her eyes and hardens her heart.
A voice calls out in her defense through she doesn't hear the words. Men pawing at robes and legs look up in anger. The leader near her legs calls out for the voice's death and continues near her virtue.
Death cries and three thuds sound over her ragged breathes. The scent of blood and silence in the air. Her saviour stands tall, the bandits at his feet. The leader shouts and bruising grips on her wrists and thighs vanish. She rubs raw skin and see as her hero cut down her last assailant. His eyes sharp and fierce, he looks to her. His voice is as fierce as his eyes.
What is your name?
Chizuru.