TRANSLATION- (For last chapter)
Aureol are these people bothering you? (1)
Great things are expected of you, my child. I will not forsake you as long as you hold the power that runs in our blood. (2)
How is she? (3)
She is very powerful, she'll make you proud. Her brace is already in the process of forming. (4)
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Time was an unknowing blizzard, thundering down and covering the landscape much like covering the two years I grew. I discovered it was difficult to remember the pieces of when I was just a baby because the memories were all but a haze. Unfortunately, my past life clung to me like the mega-ultra super glue and refused to fog over for drift away. Adivia haunted me like a ghost to its tormentor, crying and screaming.
I couldn't handle seeing her face as I slept, so my father kept my company at night. It appeared he was more accustomed to the night, then the day, though I wasn't sure by how it almost always was snowing here. I had a subtle understanding of their words now, yet I refused to speak unless I was confident I wouldn't slur or stutter. My father kept me busy by giving me his library, where I was free to study any subject I wished.
Apparently, I had seemed to be lucky to have been reborn in a world of ninjas. I couldn't believe I was lucky, it was just more death and decay than in the previous world. Father understood my silence in more depth than my mother, who tried to persuade me with deserts or treats. I ignored her for the most part when she tried that, even if I rarely got to see her anymore. My father was determined to separate us, believing I didn't have time or need for such distractions.
A few books in my father's held forbidden jutsu's, others were on past lives of Shinobi and their techniques or skills, some were history about the village I now lived in called Mō Fubuki, which meant blizzard in Japanese. I was able to learn how to read any kind of language hidden within these scrolls faster than I learned to speak. My manner of walking was soundless, almost instinctively.
My father often relaxed into his wide arched white chair as he watched me read hungrily. His gaze was constantly watching me, so much that I got used to being in his presence and felt awkward without him near. He only spoke when necessary and used more action than words. Whenever I grew too fond of his presence, I immersed myself within the books and scrolls. I grew more accustomed to my body and the world around me, and finally gained the understanding of how time passed here. Mother was only allowed to visit me once a month, and for that day she smothered me in so much affection and love that it frightened me. I never knew of such love, because whenever I ever had some, it always was taken from me.
I was almost as detached and silent as my father, even as my words became flawless Japanese. He kept me away from others in the village, ignoring the world around us and only letting me close. I wasn't sure why he separated himself and me from everyone in the village, and often took me far out from the village to train on controlling the power I had over the snow. The snow bent to my will and the ice melted at my command, flowing with me as if it was my second nature to do so.
"Aureol, bring the necessities for the hunting trip today." His cold voice sweeping over me, I replied with a simple nod and automatically made the snow bring the food, tools and sleeping bags over to him. "Good control…Aureol. We will go out to find the Walogils, because you are now of the proper age of four, I will expect you to agree." I did so without hesitation, recalling information on the huge monstrous beast I had read about. I pulled my pure snow white hair out of my way as I strapped my twin ice short-swords onto my back.
Father led me with his usual cold expression, dressed in only our clan's gear, something I will explain latter. Like all of theTsumetai clan members, we wore pure white with decorations of wolverine fur on the hoods. Perhaps the fact that we were in our natural habitat was that the cold empty fields of snow felt warm to us instead of cold a feeling of home.
'Aureol…' A voice spoke, I turned to my father automatically, but he had never spoken. '…Aur..eol… I am fading, my Aureol….' My cold eyes scanned the barren snow lands, sensing a small, but powerful presence lingering in the air. It called to me again in a softer voice, reaching out with the ice.
"Aureol, follow me." My father caught my attention once again, eye's searching around me. I nodded and strode over to his side, my hands gripping the pack on my back. We ventured further than normal, the cool winds caressing our cheeks and making my hair dance. Whispers flickered around me, trying to persuade me to follow. The winds curled around the dark brace on my arm, ice growing over my skin like scales.
Father glanced back at me, eyes taking in how the ice formed over me, the wind danced around me and the snow parting to let me pass. The sudden pause of his steps, the sigh heavy, "The spirit calls for you." My eyes flickered to him, not reacting. "It seems that women bore me a perfect heir. She is expecting another child in four months." Child…? I was going to have a sibling?
"I see." I responded, not really interested. I had no time for such foolish things. "What do you mean the spirit calls for me?" I asked, spotting our targeted Walogils, Father setting up a Genjutsu.
"The High spirits of this country, blizzard or snowstorm spirit Pyry and storm spirit Ekaitz. Pyry at the moment is summoning you. Ekaitz is watching over us, can you sense his energy?" So that was the other thing I felt, I nodded to my father. Suddenly, he moved forward, gripping my arm, breaking the ice beneath him and pushing me into the water.
I felt like I was dying again, I did not fight, finding no reason to. The water pulled me under, as if hands were ripping my father's hand off me and hands gripping my waist. My father left me, abandoning me to the warmth of the freezing ocean. Betrayed, yet again, I could only feel numb.
My snow white hair floated around me, my midnight blue eyes watching the light vanish, the darkness covering me like a cocoon. Darkness crept up from beneath me, piercing into my back like a sword running through my heart. Pain coursed through me, water filled my lungs, and my body went limp. White, snowflakes touched my skin, melting inside only adding to the pain. My back hit a rock, piercing the flesh, making crimson seeping into the sea.
The snow continued to fall mercilessly, infusing with my body until I felt nothing. My vision black, my hearing muted, my voice smothered, my breathe stopped….