A.N. First ROTG story! All I can say is please review! and I own nothing but my o.c.s. ENJOY!(Also feel free to check out my other stories too! thanks!)
Prologue
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One of the first things I remember is heat, like I was on fire.
I can't really remember anything before that, so it wasn't like I couldn't hate it. At that time there was nothing to hate. At least nothing I could remember.
I forced my eyes open and found myself lying face down on the ground of, what was in fact, A burning building. After a second of slight panic, I realized something- the fire wasn't hurting me. No burns, no painful heat, it was... comforting. I was enjoying the flames company, which, though strange, kind of reassured me, as if the flames were telling me 'You are not alone.'
I slowly sat up and looked around, past the flames and actually for the first time I could remember, looked at my surroundings.
It looked like a small home, but old, very old. I part of me felt worry, for I was still inside the building. I quickly jumped to my feet and looked around, searching to see if there were others within the home. I took my first steps and tripped, falling to my knees. I raised my head slowly and turned my head around when something shone in my eyes. I blinked and squinted against the light, wishing for the flames to die down a little. And they, by some miracle, did just that. I stared at the flames for a second, confused and slightly uneasy, but then I turned my eyes back to the shiny objects that had caught my attention. My breath caught in my throat.
There, on the ground, were two,pure golden three pronged knifes. After a second of admiring them, something told me to take them. As I crawled over to them, the fire seemed to part for me, as if also wanting me to take the weapons. The second my hands wrapped around the handles, I shuddered as a warm, comforting, feeling surged through me. Like holding these deadly weapons suddenly made this, the fire parting, the building itself, feel so... right.
Now with the knife's in my hands I slowly stood expecting to fall once again. But I didn't. As I took my first steps, I tightly gripped the handles of my new-found weapons, just wishing I knew what they were calle-
Sais
I gasped as the word rushed through my mind. I looked back down at the 'Sais' and nodded. It suited my new weapons, it, once again, felt right. I soon found myself at the door, which was, I hope, the exit. I looked back behind me, at the flames, and at the only place I ever knew. Even if it was for only such a short time. After a second, I turned and took a deep breath. I put both of my Sais in my left hand and put my hand on the doorknob and, squeezing my eyes firmly shut while I took a deep breath, I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
A cold breeze flew in and I already began to miss the comforting heat of my flames. But, gathering all my strength I took my first step outside of the burning building and opened my eyes.
I gasped at the white...stuff that covered the trees, and the ground not surrounding the house. I slowly walked towards the nearest pile of the white substance and slowly stretched my hand towards it. The second my fingers connected with the cold pile, it seemed to freeze me in my place. It was so... different from the warm, inviting flames. Not like it was painful, though, just... different. My Sais seemed to make up for the missing heat, for the second my hand connected with the pile, they seemed to fill up with heat that almost rivaled the fire. After a few seconds of comparing the degrees of fire and ice, I pulled my hand out of the pile and stood looking around me to see if anyone else was there.
Not a soul was in sight. I begin to walked towards the trees searching for a living person, leaving the burning home alone. After a short period of wandering, I began to head voices, however they sounded... odd. As if they were farther away, yet I could hear them perfectly clear. After several minutes of walking, several men burst out of the bush's, heading towards the burning building and startling me so much I fell backwards out of fright.
"OVER HERE! THE GENERALS HOME!" One of the men cried. The others followed quickly carrying buckets of the cold substance, One of the last men stopped and looked behind him as i stood up. I Waved and opened my mouth to say something, however he beat me to it. "EDWARD!" he yelled. "QUICKLY, GET MORE SNOW! WE NEED TO STOP THIS FIRE BEFORE IT HEADS TOWARDS THE VILLAGE!" I turned behind me in time to see a boy with short brown hair and eyes carrying empty buckets "YES, FATHER!" the boy shouted, getting on his hands to gather up the white piles. I walked over to him. "Excuse me." I asked, hearing my voice for the first time. "Is that white stuff called 'Snow'? " I asked, however the boy, or 'Edward' as his father called, didn't seem to answer me. After filling his bucket's, he shot up and raced towards the building, where the panicked shoutings of men could be heard.
After a few seconds, I shrugged and head towards the way they had come, towards the 'village.'
Several minutes later, I arrived towards the small town, where there were several anxious looking women, children, elders and a few men with, long sharp knifes at their sides. I gripped my Sai's tightly in my hand as I walked towards a small group of women by the fire. They were speaking in quiet and sad sounding tones.
"Heard no one would get out of the fire alive." One of them muttered staring, dully at the fire. " What a waste... she would had been a great and wise lady had she survived." One of the elders sitting close to the fire nodded, his eyes looking sightlessly at the fire. I realized he was blind. " Aye... Poor child has lost everything... including her life... such a waste." I looked back at the women and the man, confused at to what was going on. "Pardon me," I asked stretching my hand towards one of the older lady's shoulder. "But may I ask, what is going o-" My question was cut off as the woman stood up and turned around to face me. I smiled up at her and opened my mouth to ask again, when... when she walked through me. The action of that sent a feeling of pure loneliness throughout my whole being. I gasped and turned to stare at the woman, horror growing inside of my soul.
Am... am I a... Ghost? I thought, slowly beginning to back out of the village between two homes. I turned and took one step, when a feeling of great warmth raced through me. The second I took my first step to start running, everything seemed to become a blur around me. I tried to stop and look around, wondering what was going on, but I found, to my terror, I couldn't. After a few seconds I finally managed to stop in front of a small pond, I turned around to see if the village was still behind me and... saw only trees. Only a cloud of smoke told me where the home use to be... but it was now miles, and miles away. I turned back towards the pond and stared at the ground, confused and scared of all that had happened. After a few minutes I dropped my Sai's to the ground and fell to my knees clutching the grass as I began to sob quietly. My hair fell into my face and I brushed it away. My head shot up at one thought rushed through me. If I could see myself, then... perhaps I was not a ghost after all. I took a shaky breath and crawled towards the pond. When I reached the edge, I took a deep breath and, preparing myself for the worst, looked at the surface-
-only to leap back with a startled scream. I panted, my hand over my over-beating heart, as I re-caught my breath. After a few second I slowly moved towards the pond and fearfully looked down.
From what I could tell under the moonlight, I had orange-gold hair that was as short (if not shorter) as Edwards and yellow eyes, in a color that almost matched the flames. That was very odd but did not worry me in the least. I was also wearing clothes, similar to Edwards, however, while my trousers were just like his, my shirt was different, instead of light brown, mine was white with short sleeves and a small black cloak. My skin was also different from the others in the village - instead of their light white skin, my skin was a very light copper color, as if the fire had burned my entire figure, however it made me look good instead of horribly disfigured. But that did not worry me either.
What did worry me was the fact that instead of my ears on either side of my head, there was two feline triangle shaped red ears. I slowly reached up towards them and the second I touched them, it-no 'they' twitched. Like...like a felines. I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself from fainting. I slowly abandoned my ... ears, to my lower back, to see if my suspicions were correct. When my hand reached the end of my spine, I felt... It. If I truly had cat ears, they I guess it was only natural for me to have a... a... cat... t-t-tail. Yes, I had a t-t-t-tail. I couldn't even look at it, I was so terrified. I slowly removed my hands from...it... and grabbed my Sais, clutching them as I crossed them over my chest.
"Who-wha-... What am I? Who am I?" I whispered, struggling not to burst into tears again. I raised my head up to look towards at the stars and the full moon, as if they could give me any answers to the millions of questions I had. I closed my eyes and clutched my teeth together to try and keep from bursting into sobs. "Who am I?" I asked, no, pleaded. "Please. Just tell me."
As I sat there, I soon felt a cold feeling around me, not uncomfortable, but different and odd. I looked up and gasped. Was it just me or did the moon suddenly become bigger and brighter? I stared in amazement, and suddenly... i wasn't so scared anymore. I finally felt safe. I sighed and I smiled in relief. Then I Heard something. It was like a million voices in one soft voice in my mind. It only said seven words before it disappeared.
Kayta*
Spirit of Fire
Apprenticed to Bastet
I blinked as watched as the moon slowly died down from it's brightness, before I stood up. Kayta. It was my name. I could feel it in my heart that this was true. And I guess the rest of what the 'moon' said was who and what I was. But, I guess that means I need to find this 'Bastet'. I held my Sais in my hand and, taking one last look at the moon, I muttered my farewell.
"Thank You."
Then I turned my back and headed into the forest.
That was the last I heard from the moon.
Or, who I later learned, The Man in the Moon.
And that was a very, Very long time ago.
A.N. Please review. I hope to get at least four review before the next chapter. Thank you for reading!
*Kayta is a name I made up. It is not pronounced Kay-ta But it is pronounced Kai-ta.