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Ahhh, this is the second fic I've ever written, and I'm attempting it in
first person. I've found a lack of people who are willing to write in such
a format, so I wanted to do something like this. Hopefully, I wont ruin the
character by screwing with them through this format.
Blah, hopefully, you guys'll get who it is that's POV I'm writing from.
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Harukanata no Yume
Faraway Dreams
Prologue: Sana - Truth
They say that snow is a symbol of purity, something which falls from the skies in gentle waves and leaves but a layer of immortal, crystal white. They say that evil men and women see snow not in a sense of beauty as many others would, but rather as a detriment to their actions. They say that creatures and animals see naught but the hunger and death that could come from the cold of the snow.
And they say demons see nothing of snow at all, but something they could crush to merely forge a path.
But I have to admit they're wrong.
It's simple enough to call someone who kills your own friends, family, and loved ones a horrible thing in the world, but do they realize why? Can they not see it among themselves, as the rich and the poor hold an abyss of a rift between their styles of living? How many times have a village girl been hurt by a disgusting, rich man?
And yet, still they call us the monsters. They ignore all among themselves, saying humans can stop themselves. Saying that humans have feelings while many others don't.
If only they were here now.
'Stupidity and self-consciousness are plagues of humanity. Their short lives make them do rash things, without thinking of the consequences. Yet, it is what makes them strive to achieve a greatness that only they can achieve. Something beyond what their normal bodies can handle.'
Her sleeping form was placed near to the fire, not close enough to set her furs aflame, but definetaly enough to keep her warm through those hides. I watched her, small body curled as she slept in a deep slumber.
'And to think I proved myself wrong in the process.'
My laugh was soft, full of the realization of how much of a fool I was. A mere mortal girl to tame a great youkai such as myself. Unheard of. But nevertheless, the truth had long since set within my own mind, understanding the fact of reality in its extreme. Indeed, how long was it since I killed another human? Even in self-defense?
'Far too long,' I thought of myself, shfting my body as I sat against the rough, uneven stone wall of the cave we had decided to spend the night in. 'I've grown soft... It's been two summers now, and I can recall all the time we had spent with the child. Even the small toad had taken a liking to her presence...'
Working against itself, the different views in my own thoughts contradicted one another, causing me to think that indeed this would be the end of our time.
And what surprised me the most was that I would not regret such a thing.
'How that idiot would be laughing right now.'
Sighing, I drew my eyes awsome from her sleeping form, to look towards the snow white piling at the mouth of the cave. This would be the moment. The moment I will save both myself and my charge, the young girl who had grown on me, to the point that I was almost possessive. No, was possessive.
Rising from my seat against the now warmed stone, I softly stepped over to where she left. Using the single arm I had, I lifted her from her place sleeping, and, wrapping the two furs about her, carrried the girl into my grasp, soft seeing as I had no intention of awaking her. A swift kick, and I expelled myself from the temporary warmth, and into the darkened skies of night.
The skies where what guided me, scents all covered by the presence of snow. Jumping softly among trees, I let the bristling wind strike against me several times, once or twice even leaving the skin on my remaining hand chilled to the point that it almost tingled. Almost.
The trip was short, highlighted by a point where I had stepped into a deep mountain of the crystal whites, foot sinking to a point I had not expected it to. And now all that remained was just one simple motion.
Grand doors stood before me, wood and metal becoming one to form a barrier against outside intruders. It was built into stone the building complex inside holding a large village, known for its hatred of demons. Having decided on this already, I set myself on my knees, placing the still sleeping girl onto the ground before the doors. But before I could retract my arm, she seemed to notice something missing, and used both of her smaller hands to cling to me.
Taking in a breath and holding it, I somehow manged to softly take my arm away from her grasp, making sure that there would be no invasion of wind and cold. Her face was barely visible in the darkness, but it had not been competely covered by the skins.
She was no longer a child, and it was not for someone such as I to continue taking care of her.
And so, with three loud clangs using the metal knocker as well as a few knocks afterwards, I forced my stiff appendages to move, a final glance at the child I had kept in my care for so long, and I left to leave her to the fates.
Men were not supposed to cry, as with any kind of demons. And I did not.
But before a while, I realized that my heart was weeping. Ever silent in its anguish.
Blah, hopefully, you guys'll get who it is that's POV I'm writing from.
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Harukanata no Yume
Faraway Dreams
Prologue: Sana - Truth
They say that snow is a symbol of purity, something which falls from the skies in gentle waves and leaves but a layer of immortal, crystal white. They say that evil men and women see snow not in a sense of beauty as many others would, but rather as a detriment to their actions. They say that creatures and animals see naught but the hunger and death that could come from the cold of the snow.
And they say demons see nothing of snow at all, but something they could crush to merely forge a path.
But I have to admit they're wrong.
It's simple enough to call someone who kills your own friends, family, and loved ones a horrible thing in the world, but do they realize why? Can they not see it among themselves, as the rich and the poor hold an abyss of a rift between their styles of living? How many times have a village girl been hurt by a disgusting, rich man?
And yet, still they call us the monsters. They ignore all among themselves, saying humans can stop themselves. Saying that humans have feelings while many others don't.
If only they were here now.
'Stupidity and self-consciousness are plagues of humanity. Their short lives make them do rash things, without thinking of the consequences. Yet, it is what makes them strive to achieve a greatness that only they can achieve. Something beyond what their normal bodies can handle.'
Her sleeping form was placed near to the fire, not close enough to set her furs aflame, but definetaly enough to keep her warm through those hides. I watched her, small body curled as she slept in a deep slumber.
'And to think I proved myself wrong in the process.'
My laugh was soft, full of the realization of how much of a fool I was. A mere mortal girl to tame a great youkai such as myself. Unheard of. But nevertheless, the truth had long since set within my own mind, understanding the fact of reality in its extreme. Indeed, how long was it since I killed another human? Even in self-defense?
'Far too long,' I thought of myself, shfting my body as I sat against the rough, uneven stone wall of the cave we had decided to spend the night in. 'I've grown soft... It's been two summers now, and I can recall all the time we had spent with the child. Even the small toad had taken a liking to her presence...'
Working against itself, the different views in my own thoughts contradicted one another, causing me to think that indeed this would be the end of our time.
And what surprised me the most was that I would not regret such a thing.
'How that idiot would be laughing right now.'
Sighing, I drew my eyes awsome from her sleeping form, to look towards the snow white piling at the mouth of the cave. This would be the moment. The moment I will save both myself and my charge, the young girl who had grown on me, to the point that I was almost possessive. No, was possessive.
Rising from my seat against the now warmed stone, I softly stepped over to where she left. Using the single arm I had, I lifted her from her place sleeping, and, wrapping the two furs about her, carrried the girl into my grasp, soft seeing as I had no intention of awaking her. A swift kick, and I expelled myself from the temporary warmth, and into the darkened skies of night.
The skies where what guided me, scents all covered by the presence of snow. Jumping softly among trees, I let the bristling wind strike against me several times, once or twice even leaving the skin on my remaining hand chilled to the point that it almost tingled. Almost.
The trip was short, highlighted by a point where I had stepped into a deep mountain of the crystal whites, foot sinking to a point I had not expected it to. And now all that remained was just one simple motion.
Grand doors stood before me, wood and metal becoming one to form a barrier against outside intruders. It was built into stone the building complex inside holding a large village, known for its hatred of demons. Having decided on this already, I set myself on my knees, placing the still sleeping girl onto the ground before the doors. But before I could retract my arm, she seemed to notice something missing, and used both of her smaller hands to cling to me.
Taking in a breath and holding it, I somehow manged to softly take my arm away from her grasp, making sure that there would be no invasion of wind and cold. Her face was barely visible in the darkness, but it had not been competely covered by the skins.
She was no longer a child, and it was not for someone such as I to continue taking care of her.
And so, with three loud clangs using the metal knocker as well as a few knocks afterwards, I forced my stiff appendages to move, a final glance at the child I had kept in my care for so long, and I left to leave her to the fates.
Men were not supposed to cry, as with any kind of demons. And I did not.
But before a while, I realized that my heart was weeping. Ever silent in its anguish.