Prologue
An old woman was knitting for a soon-to-be born great, great-grandchild when the pounding of footsteps on the hard wood could be heard. "Hey, Hey! Gweat Gwand gwanny!" a little girl called, dashing into the room, little boy in tow. Their unruly, dark chocolate hair waved chaotically as they skidded to a stop in front of her. "Can wou tell us da stowy of Lady Kaminari?! Pweaseee!" he pleaded in his unique childish voice.
Amusement danced in her reflective, burnt-orange eyes as she glanced up from her needles and into his big bright-green ones. "I don't know…" she said cheekily. "I'm kind of busy." The grandmother held up the half-finished project as if to testify that fact. She chuckled at their supposed scowl, which looked more like a pout anyway. She let out a worn smile with wrinkles in the corners at their pouts. They did it in a way that only a four-year-old could do, and she loved it.
"I'm kidding darlings, I'd love to," she replied, her voice as warm and silky as a breeze on a summer day.
The woman set her knitting tools in the basket next to her worn rocker and drew her long grey hair into a low side pony-tail, while the twins sprinted back up the stairs and into their rooms to snatch blankets and pillows.
Noticing the quilt that decided to pool at her thighs, she tugged it around her waist and calmly leaned into her chair. Her eyes glazed over as the woman gazed nostalgically into the flickering fire, her conscience wandering into another realm.
The noise of the twin returning once more, snapped her from her trance moments later. She watched as they laid comforters and stuffed animals on the old, scratchy rug; their multiple pillows rested around them as they draped warm, cozy blankets across their short stature and clung to their favorite stuffed animals. After a moment of silence, the children settled down. Taking that as an indication to begin the famous story, she started.
"There was once a girl, who lived long, long ago. She was called The Glowing Dragon, but her true title was The Fuuin Summoner. That girl was the drive and aid of the prophecy child or, as his nickname pertains, The Orange Spark. That child changed the past, their present, and our future. She had to make the difficult decision between the day or night, light or dark, good or evil, to stay or to roam. This is the tale of Keikoku-Ryuu Kaminari …this is her story"
Okay so this one is very, very short sorry about that. It was actually like two pages in word. Haha. ^U^
- Kat Uzu