Hey, guys. I know you were expecting more of my Dimitri x Rose story, but I'm just not feeling that one right now. It's on hiatus. ANYWAYS!

I was inspired by the title of another fanfiction, also called 'The River's Wife'. You'll get cookies if you comment! 3

-Ammy


Long, long ago, there was a legend.

In a small town on the coast, there was a girl. She was unsual, compared to the other children. Always distant, always farther away than the rest of them. Sure, once in a while, the girl made friends with a few people. But they soon realized how odd she was and left her. The girl had always drawn what she remembered from her trip to the Spirit World. But at that age, the children didn't believe her tall tales. But her proof was the glittery purple hairtie.

The girl slowly blossomed into a young woman. The hair tie still remained in it's rightful place on top of her head. Her sketches became more detailed, depicting gods, spirits, even a bath house. The Spirit World had never left her mind.

Years pass. The girl, now a middle aged woman, was admitted into a mental hospital. People were fed up with her constant talk of spirits. Her own parents admitted that she needed help. The girl was alone. When they finally decide to release her, the girl is silent. She didn't want to talk about the spirit world anymore, to people who didn't care.


An old woman sits by an old riverbank. She talks to it as if it's a living being, her mind focused on one thing. On her lap sits a pad of paper, opened up to a magnificent drawing. A silver dragon in midflight, and on it's back a young girl of ten years old.

A young boy wanders up to her and asks her what the dragon is. She replies in a soft voice that it's the spirit of the river; Kohaku. The word rolls off of her tounge like magic. The boy asks her questions about the river god. Finally, the old woman was able to pass on her story of the spirit world to someone who cared.

Finally, at the end, the boy asked her who she was. The old woman smiled and turned her head, so her purple hair tie glittered in the sunlight.

"I am Chihiro." She said. "I am the river's wife."


The boy never saw the old woman again. He kept returning to the waters to see if he could catch a glimpse of the fabled river god, but he never saw it.

The boy grew into a young man. This was his last visit to the river; he wanted to move on and have his own adventures.

As he turned around, a flash of white caught his eye. He looked up; a magnificent sight greeted him.

It was a dragon. The old woman's drawing seemed to have come to life. But what caught his eye the most was the young girl on the dragon's back. He stared for as long as he could, trying to figure out the identity of the girl. But he couldn't. Until he saw a flash of purple from her mousy brown hair: a sparkly hair tie. The man smiled. He knew now.

And at his feet suddenly appeared an old piece of paper. He picked it up and looked at it. On the paper was the same drawing from all those years ago, when the old woman had talked to him about spirits. But this time, there was a young girl on it's back. In ancient writing in the corner, it read, "Haku and Chihiro".

To this day, the man keeps that picture in a picture frame, hoping to see the young girl and dragon again.