Snow. The simplest thing, it seems. Some may find joy in watching the snowfall, to try and catch it with their tongue. To run around it freshly fallen snow. To build a snowman.
But I was imprisoned.
For my many crimes I was pulled from time, eternally young and restless. Then, I was chained to the walls of my cave. These chains were long (even if they grated at my wrists) so I could still move about. Summer passed quickly in there, if I huddled by the back wall the heat didn't bother me. I spent most of the summer holed up in the back, trying to catch the small rodents that wandered in there by lying very still as they came up to me, then pouncing on them. It didn't matter if I ate, I would live anyway. But trying to catch them gave me something to do.
I always thought fall was beautiful, all the colors surrounding me, not to hot, not to cold, with sunlight streaming in through the bars of my cage. There was this tree near the entrance that in fall looked like it was on fire. It was a pretty big tree to, quite an impressive sight. I would take the leaves from outside and put them all over the walls and it almost felt like I was outside with the trees.
Almost.
But winter..
Winter was by far the worst. There were no animals in winter. At any other time when I looked outside I could see trees, plants, life…in winter there was noting but white, cold, death. There was nothing but me and the skulls of the animals I had eaten. Once, I thought I saw one of the empty eye sockets looking at me. I threw it against the back wall and crushed it against my bare, frozen feet. It made my foot bleed. I swept the bone shards out of my cave. My home, my castle, and I sit on the icy throne on the top of the mountain. My mountain. My prison.
Many years was spent this way, dreading the coming of the snow. And each time it did come, I was more convinced of my captivity and that I would never leave this place.
That, of course, was before Sanzo came.
Sanzo was my light, reaching down into the darkness that I had created to hide in. He brought me back into reality, giving my back my freedom and my joy. Takeing my forever away from my mountain. The mountain.
A/N
Whooo… Who knew my first story would be a Saiyuki one? I love the books, but I don't read the fics all that much. As everyone says, read and review!