Forgotten
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Hey, everyone. It Finally SUMMER! Anyways, here's the next chapter of Forgotten. Please read and review. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Two: Who Am I? Where Am I?
She felt something cold on her forehead and she could hear faint voices in the background. Her whole body ached and her head was killing her. She slowly opened her eyes and noticed she was in a small room with one window and a door. At that moment all these scents and sounds filled her nose and ears. She tried to cover them the best she could but there was no stopping it. She screamed quietly in pain and sat up. Just then two young women entered the room. "Oh my goodness." The older of the two said as she approached the young teenager. "Just calm down."
"I can't! There's too much noise and smells." she replied.
"It's okay. Just try to focus on my voice and just one smell." the woman instructed quietly. She nodded and slowly began to focus. After a few minutes she couldn't hear or smell everything but could still smell and hear of few things. She opened her eyes and brought her hand to her head. "There that's better."
"Thank you.....um I'm sorry I don't know your name." she said.
"Oh, how silly of me. My name is Amokura Tori. And I've been takig care of you for the last week and a half." Amokura said.
"Thank you Amokura." she replied. Just then she noticed the young girl who looked about her age, cleaning up all the medical supplies. "Who's she?" she asked pointing at the woman girl. Amokura glanced at her and sighed with a small, sad smile on her face.
"That is Saharan Ashat. She doesn't say a word to anyone." Amokura replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"Well, she was beaten and thrown out of her home town. So she came here to find refuge from the cruel outside world. And ever since she hasn't spoken a word." Amokura explained as the watched Saharan leave the room.
"Why was she beaten and thrown out?" she questioned.
"Because she's a half demon."
"So? What's wrong with that?"
"Well, in the outside world half demons are looked down upon because they are half demon and half human. But in our village all are welcome. Not matter what they are. Oh, by the way, Saharan was the one who found you nearly dead on the river bank." Amokura stated.
"Nearly dead?.....River bank?" she asked. Amokura stated at her confused.
"Yes,.....don't you remember what happened to you?" Amokura asked. The young girl shook her head. "Then can you at least tell me your name?"
"My name?...................I.. I can't remember! I don't remember a thing!" she replied panicked as tears formed in her eyes. Amokura hugged her.
"It's okay. We'll help you. But you will need a name until you can remember your own.........Well I do remember sensing spiritual energy in you when you were brought here.......so how about we call you Mika until you get your memories?" Amokura asked. Mika nodded. "That settles that. Now we will need to teach you how to use your demon and spiritual powers."
"Wait! What?" Mika asked.
"Oh that's right. Well, you see when you were brought here you were on the verge of death and had lost to much blood. So to save you I had to give you some of my demon blood which made you a half demon. You are now a demonic priestess." Amokura explained.
"Wow that's a lot to take in." Mika replied while lying back down. Amokura got up.
"We'll start your lessons tomorrow, alright?" Amokura said and was just about to leave when...
"Amokura?" Mika whispered out. She turned to face the young teen. "Just wondering where am I exactly?"
"In the Kurosaki Village." she replied before leaving. Mika smiled before falling into deep sleep.
Well. there you have it. The second chapter. Hope you liked it until next time. Byes^_^
