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Ash Nigh

My legacy, my destiny, the whole purpose of my being rested upon my actions this night. It was my birthright to walk this path, too look the big bad wolf in the eye, and defeat him in one fatal swoop. Figuratively you assume of course, but you really shouldn't assume especially not in my world.

As a child I always knew there was something strange about my family, they never acted like anyone else, and they never looked or dressed like anyone else. But I never let that bother me, I always just assumed they were jealous or that they respected us that much. I should have known however that was not the reason.

I considered myself a happy child, I mean as far as I could tell there was nothing wrong with me, I had friends, I wasn't hideous, and I seemed fairly intelligent. At least I thought I had friends, there were always children around to play with when I was growing up. What I failed to notice however were that these children were all in my family. Basically, I had no contact with anyone that wasn't in the family, that wasn't part of the Higurashi legacy.

The Higurashi legacy, what a beautiful thing, I hated it at first absolutely detested my destiny. I realized soon however that my destiny is what made me special, it made me different. It gave me a reason not to care what those bratty little children said about me, the things they teased me about, the names screamed at me. Back on subject, my legacy was my world.

Everyone has heard the story of little red riding hood, but what they don't realize is that the story is wrong. First off the little girl wasn't a little girl at all, but a teenager and 18 year old girl born to a small village outside of large wooded forest, and I do believe the most important detail the story got wrong was the wolf. Our "wolf" was really a man; no I don't think you can really call him a man. He's more like a being a shifter, a man who can take on the form of a wolf.

Gifted with an unmatched sense of smell and speed, this "man" was the ultimate hunter. Upon seeing something he wanted he always caught his prey, but he was cruel and sexist. He tortured his prey, stringing them along, and finally when he was done toying with them he would give them their release from his painful ministrations. Ministrations he eventually decided to employ upon my ancestor, the original little red riding hood.

It was a cool autumn day when she set out upon her weekly visit to her own grandmother's cottage located deep within the foreboding forest. Having taken this journey however many times in her life she was unfazed by this as she fastened her red cloak around her neck and set out upon the path. Completely unaware of the stranger that stalked her every move she happily skipped to her destination admiring the turning of the leaves all around her, she was taken by surprise. Attacked from the side she was taken captive, raped, and eventually let go to wander to her grandmother's cottage broken emotionally and physically. All the while the wolf just watched from the trees smiling at his triumph.

This however is far from where the story ends, my grandmother would not let this happen to her, driven by rage and bent on vengeance she said a prayer that day. She screamed it out the heavens that she would have her revenge. Apparently some god heard her cry and felt that she was justified in her outrage and granted her wish. Since that moment forward every female in my family has been faced with her own personal "wolf" and is given 24 hours to defeat him or be forever under his control, to become his personal pet. Almost all of my ancestors before me has defeated the wolf, but not without trouble I assure you.

Now that I think about it only one has failed, it was a tragic failure. The poor girl never knew what was coming. Her mother bore her out of wedlock and was therefore cast out from our family, her mother took her through the woods and onto a different village not far from our own where they lived modestly, scrapping by with whatever means necessary. It was their living circumstances that made her mother so eager to agree when a handsome young lord asked for her daughters hand in marriage, these circumstances that blinded her to the danger awaiting her innocent child. Never once did the thought spring to her mind that this young man might be the wolf she was raised to hate, another incarnation of the sinister being she had defeated not 5 years ago upon her own 18th birthday. But it was too late anyway; her daughter was already sealed to her fate as she sat upon a horse, her fiancé riding behind her, headed for a home lying right beyond the forest.

Over the next few weeks she spent countless hours by his side slowly falling for his charm, bending to his every desire, and eventually falling into the black satin sheets of his bed. It was that night as her innocence was shattered that she realized what he really was, that the days she had spent falling for him were just a ruse. It was on that night she happened to come upon a small book hidden underneath his pillow, a book that contained the truth of his past, and the legend that had haunted his family for his for generations before him. Horrified by her discovery she took off into the woods, desperately trying to escape she ran faster than she had ever run before, her poor feet ached but she ran faster on. Her mind raced with her legs, as she wondered if he had lain with her because he wanted to or because he was bound his family to humiliate her as his father and brother had done before him. But it mattered not in her mind as she tried futilely to escape, knowing in her mind that he would eventually catch up with her, and catch her he did. He caught her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, teasing her, promising that he planned on keeping her, that she was his forever, and that he would always find her.

I can't even begin to imagine the pain that she felt at the idea of being stuck with this beast for the rest of his preternatural life. But I knew her pain must have been great, because in the moments after her capture she fought against him knocking herself back, falling upon a sharp tree branch that pierced straight through her heart. Her death must have been painful, but in a small way she halfway completely her task while she didn't kill the wolf she did escape him, even though it meant her death.

As the child of the family Higurashi lay dying my entire clan felt it, it was like being stabbed repeatedly, the pain racked across our being. Not another female child was born to our family after that moment, not for another 500 years. On the cold fall morning of October 1, 1991 the first female child was born into the Higurashi family in 500 years, and a mysterious pain rippled through every member of my family as they attempted to celebrate my birth, dreading the day I would have to begin training for my 18th birthday.

You see only the female members of my family must face this task, the males get off scot free only having to deal with the burden of knowing that they daughters will have to face death, look it in the eye, and kick it in the balls. So for 500 years my family was free, but with my birth came the responsibility of my birth rite one I must willingly face.

So here I lay 17 years and 364 days later waiting for the strike of midnight, and the howl of the wolf to call me to him. Upon until the point I've felt prepared, over prepared actually, but in these final moments I seem to find myself in doubt. To admit it, I'm absolutely terrified of these next 24 hours. I'm being cast into a trial that no one in my family has had to face for 500 years, so in reality if you honestly think about it, I have no way of knowing what to expect.

Pain suddenly rips through me as the sound alarm rings somewhere in the background signaling the strike of midnight. I almost laugh as I double over in pain; I guess the alarm clock was pointless, my body knew what time it was. It was time to journey into the wilderness, time to face the wolf, and time to come out victorious.

But then I feel my heart stop as a lone sound breaks through the cheers of my family as they party downstairs. The lone howl of a wolf as it signals its pack that it has found its prey, chills ran down my spine as my world span around me and I was struck by a vision of gold.

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ASh Night