It was a dark night, the night of the new moon and the stars provided little light in the forest I once called home. I had been outcasted in my village, forced into the Forest of Lost Souls at the young age of five.
My village was being attacked by a large kishin and my little brother, Haru, was in its grasp. Screaming in rage, I charged at the kishin, my parents pleading for me to come back, that it was too late for him. Enraged even further by their ability to leave their child behind. I jumped high; in a flash of light my arms transformed into twin scythe blades, and i brought them down on the kishin's arm that held Haru. Realizing what I had done, I fell to my knees, unable to move. The kishin was irate, and turned to focus on me. "(Y/n)! Move! You'll die!" Haru yelled in panic. I looked up to see the other arm of the beast heading towards me. Then, something strange happens, everything starts moving in slow motion. I saw the path of the kishin's arm and swung upward with my scythe arm, slicing through it. I then dashed forward, and cut through the kishin's stomach with one arm and its head with the other. Suddenly, everything sped back up to real time. Everyone was staring at me. The little (h/c) haired (e/c) eyed girl, that just took down a monster. My arms had returned to normal and I was terrified. I ran back to my family, hoping they would tell me everything was okay, that I was normal. But when I reached them, my parents were holding Haru tightly behind them as they glared at me, pure hatred and anger shone in their once loving eyes. "M-mommy? D-daddy? D-did I do something wrong?" I managed to ask. My father opened his mouth to respond-
I shook my head, removing the memory from my thoughts. "I don't want to remember, not yet." I said to myself as I went deeper into the forest. I was leaving, the forest was beginning to be overrun with kishin eggs. Even though I've trained here for just over ten years and have been able to perfect my weapon forms as best I could without someone to wield me, I, alone couldn't handle all these kishins. Reaching my old leanto in my training meadow, I grabbed my bag that I had gotten from Haru after I was cast out of the village. I smiled as I remembered, he always brought me a little food and new clothes when he thought I had outgrown the old ones. Clearing my mind once more, I left with the bare essentials; food, water, and a blanket. As I was about to leave, kishins appeared, about ten to fifteen. "Shit!" I muttered, "I can't handle more than five!"
Transforming my arms into my scythe blades, I fought hard. But I couldn't handle them all. I had just taken down my third one when I was struck from behind, I struggled to keep my eyes open, but just as they flickered shut, I saw a man in a white coat wielding a scythe and a boy in black with twin pistols, then everything faded to black...