Oh, the days of childhood; we leapt through the field together, never caring that you were as white as I was black.

Oh, the days of childhood; we never had a care besides the other winning the race.

Oh, the days of childhood; we were free back then.

Free. What a funny word, isn't it? Compared to words like hate and fear it's hard to say, if you think about it. I guess that's something only someone like me would know, though, isn't it?

But it's not like you really care; I know you don't. You never did, not since you were Chosen. You're important. You're the one that should be loved. So why should I matter?

Reading creepypasta has inspired me to once again make an attempt at an Okami horror story. I have refined my OCs (Ammy and Zmmy, now Shiroterasu and Kuroterasu) into much more interesting characters and hopefully this story will become much better than its predecessors, "Okami: Broken Mirror" and "Broken Mirror".