She woke up that morning and looked into the mirror, and sighed.
Her sister died the morning before, and she was really sad.
Her sister was all she had left, and now...
She was all alone.
Since her father died when she was seven, her mother, when she was six, she didn't feel like living anymore. So, that was probably why she was now at war.
'War...My only relative...'
Her mother, Elleaniah Tikymio, told her once,
' In the darkness, and in the light, always focus on your dreams'.
"I have no dreams." Cichiri said with a growl and walked out of then tree house witch was now her home.
"My god I hate this..." she said and strolled out of the forest. Taking out her sword, she added,
" I would be a normal 16-year-old if I had a dream. I have nobody, everybody has left me." She said as she kicked a rock on the brick streets of Japan.
" Oh, sorry." She said and looked up at the red-haired stranger. "No, really.."
The stranger had violet eyes, and had obviously just noticed Cichiri, because he looked down at her.
" Cichiri. My name- its Cichiri."
" I have no name." He said with a frown. " No home, no name nothing. Nothing but my sword."
"Can I at least tag along? You and I-We are the same-.."
" There is nothing the same about us." He said and walked slowly past; and into the woods.
"Then...how about a-" but he was already gone. "Nickname?"
Her sister died the morning before, and she was really sad.
Her sister was all she had left, and now...
She was all alone.
Since her father died when she was seven, her mother, when she was six, she didn't feel like living anymore. So, that was probably why she was now at war.
'War...My only relative...'
Her mother, Elleaniah Tikymio, told her once,
' In the darkness, and in the light, always focus on your dreams'.
"I have no dreams." Cichiri said with a growl and walked out of then tree house witch was now her home.
"My god I hate this..." she said and strolled out of the forest. Taking out her sword, she added,
" I would be a normal 16-year-old if I had a dream. I have nobody, everybody has left me." She said as she kicked a rock on the brick streets of Japan.
" Oh, sorry." She said and looked up at the red-haired stranger. "No, really.."
The stranger had violet eyes, and had obviously just noticed Cichiri, because he looked down at her.
" Cichiri. My name- its Cichiri."
" I have no name." He said with a frown. " No home, no name nothing. Nothing but my sword."
"Can I at least tag along? You and I-We are the same-.."
" There is nothing the same about us." He said and walked slowly past; and into the woods.
"Then...how about a-" but he was already gone. "Nickname?"