The Awakening
Dark. Silky. Warmth.
It was my being. The only thing comprehendible to me.
Who ever I was.
Time was meaningless.
Except for those very few hours.
I looked forward to it. I craved it. Just like the urge to breath.
Those hours brought peaceful sleep to me.
Something about the rise and fall of that sound made my heart stutter. Gave me hope even.
Hope.
As the sound began its decent, I held unto that hope.
That hope to one day meet the one behind the beautiful music.
Thirty years Haji waited for her. Everyday, he sat upon the steps outside the tomb, playing the lullaby which she taught him so long ago.
Skillfully, he brought his hand to a still, listening as the last of his notes echoed off into the night.
He took a breath of frosty air. "Sleep well, Saya." He whispered, tucking his cello back into its case. Before closing the lid to the cello case, Haji uncovered the secret compartment which held Saya's katana. The blade glistened in the pale moonlight, and Haji smiled.
Never again. He thought. Never will you have to wield this blade and spill your blood ever again. This time you'll live your life, and spend it with those you care about.
HajI snapped the lid shut with a click. Hoisting the large case to his back, he gave one last look to the sealed tomb.
The sound of his chiropteran queen's heartbeat reassured himself that her time of awakening was soon.
He began his slow walk down the steps of the crypt, the shadows engulfing him as the night moved in.
Little did he know that if he had stayed a moment longer, he would've heard the sound of his queen's cocoon being ripped apart as Saya's hand reached through the silk webbing.