Anonymous prompted: Donnie and April in ancient Japan (rival villages.)
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She sits on the pebbled bank that scatters down to the Uji river,the magnificent structure of the Hōō-dō behind her rising intricate and serene against the star-dusted night sky.
The Jōdo-shiki she gazes upon is a perfect testament to the beauty and harmony of nature; she can scarcely believe this land was soaked in blood not so long ago when the Taira scum hunted down her family like dogs - though they fought back bravely as lions, dying with honour.
There is movement on the bridge and she sits up, her heart racing, eyes narrowed - there he is - the monk who betrayed the Minamotos, and her hand tightens on the dagger she holds, vowing it will be his last night on earth.