"I don't feel anything good," said Zeniba with a whisper.
Zeniba sat her table with her eyes closed, and concentrated on a variety of different energies. She focused on them and the surrounding lands. She sensed a unnatural force stirring in the northwestern forest, which was where Okami's shack was; however, this force seemed to flow throughout the surrounding lands. It pulsated through the air, the ground, and through the barriers that separated spirit and man.
"That spirit is causing so much havoc...The Great War might just repeat itself like those 5,000 years ago."
Zeniba continued to sit there, all alone in fact, except she then remembered Mizutohi was still her or was she? Zeniba turned around in the chair she was sitting in at the kitchen table to see if Muzitohi was behind her. She then saw Mizutohi sitting there with her eyes closed, seemingly in a trance of meditation. Mizutohi's long blue hair hun over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes were hidden behind her eyelids.
"Miz-"
Mizitohi's eyes suddenly cracked open before Zeniba could finish saying her name.
"Yes," Mizutohi asked.
"Something is occurring. You should be with the others," suggested Zeniba.
Mizutohi sat on the couch and let out a sigh. She knew she had to be with the others, she wasn't dumb, but an inner feeling told her to remain inside the witch's house.
"I know, but something tells me I should remain here. When I feel like that, it's best if I listen to that feeling."
"How do you know if nothing is happening to them now?" Zeniba asked curiously.
"Because," Mizuothi said with a straight voice. "they are capable of handling themselves. We are the Lost Ones after all, the Protectors. If something happens, I know they can handle the situation with ease. If something occurs and I am not here, it will be my fault."
"I am capable of protecting myself you know," stated Zeniba. "I have been around for over 20,000 years, and a witch of high power."
Zeniba knew Mizutohi was aware of her power, but was curious as to how Mizutohi would reply. She wanted to truly see what the High Gods had delivered upon the Spirit World.
"I know, and I meant no offense to your name, but it is my job, my fate. If I do not uphold what I am supposed to do, what would become of me? If I didn't do what I was born to do, why live? I am bound to protecting others and I will not let an opportunity slip away out of my grasp. Do you now understand?"
Zeniba let out a smile.
"I have understood you all along, young one. I just wanted to see what you say. I wanted to see what the High Gods delivered to the Spirit World, and I'm glad to have you protecting it."
Mizutohi let out a smile as well.
"You are indeed a wise witch."
"That's what time does to you."
"Well if it's trash you're supposed to be removing, I suggest you remove yourself," said Hana with a smirk. "The clothes that your wearing look like you rolled in a pile of mud and what kind of manners do you have? Rushing in through the door like that like a mad man, you definitely have no manners."
The being in the doorway took no notion to Hana's comment and proceeded into the room with a cat-like grace. He had a presence that was one that made you look, and not take your eyes off his figure. His silver eyes immediately directed themselves towards Chihiro; he examined her with those exhibiting eyes. She stood there looking upon him as well and currently held a defense stance, as she was clearly ready to attack if necessary.
"That human girl is not human trash," said Chihiro with a hint of disgust hidden in her voice.
The suspicious spirit seemed to smile through the wrappings that covered his face and he let out a chuckle.
"A creature that is defenseless and pollutes the world is considered trash. Where have you been young one? Even you were a human for a time if I'm not correct."
Chihiro stood there and looked at him.
"How do you know that?" she asked with a tint of surprise.
"I know things, young one. You would be surprised at the knowledge I have in my grasp."
His hand that was free from holding the staff lifted into the air. Everyone in the room took as stance and summoned the magical power they contained within each of their bodies. Each of them were ready for what the being would throw at them, but he simply let out another chuckle.
"I am doing nothing that would harm you. My master may be violent in his ways, but I do not need violent acts to complete what I was sent to do," he hand wavered in the air for a moment, then he brought it back to his side. "I am just asking for you to hand over the girl, a simple request of sorts."
"I think it's clear," said Haku.
"We're not handing her over," said the group simultaneously.
"Then," said the spirit with another sly chuckle. "I will obtain her myself. It's not worth protecting something that will fade and die within a century, while we live for thousands of years. These humans are vermins but at least they hold the key to free will."
The figure raised his staff, and as it surrounded itself with a silver tinted aura, a wave of magic flowed through the room. Everyone could feel the magic that coursed through him as well as the staff that was within his grasp. A second later he dropped it to the floor and a crack echoed through the room, and the figure's body, as if on cue, vanished.
Chihiro was already out of her chair and at the door of the kitchen. She took a few steps, a magic like aura surrounded her, and she disappeared the down the hall at an incredible speed. What she was doing seemed natural to her. Chihiro had no need to think about how to control or manipulate the flow of magic, all she knew was that she had to get to Aria before he did.
Haku, Chirashi, Hana, Kokatsuna and Okami remained in the dining room. Haku ushered the others to follow as he went the way Chihiro did. His feet lifted off the floor as he flew down the hall and zipped up the stairs.
"Why does something always happen when everything gets peaceful?" Hana asked as she spun herself around the railing of the stairs and ran up.
"Because," Chirashi said. "Nothing is ever peaceful. Sure it may seem peaceful to us at times, but there's always something occurring. Especially now, a lot more things are going to happen. It may get worse then the Great War that happened 5,000 years ago."
"1,000 years after we were created...I'm hoping it doesn't get worse then this," replied Hana with a sigh.
"When Kaze wants something, he gets it."
"I know, and that's a bad thing."
"Guys quit talking and get to the room. We need to find Aria before that guy does." Said Okami as he trailed behind them.
"I have an idea," said Hana. Suddenly the lights flickered out in the house and a loud 'thump' followed.
"Hana!"
"Making it pitch black doesn't make it better!'
"Being in the light and darkness are my specialty." With that Okami and Chirashi felt Hana slip away up the stairs.
"We need to catch up to her."
"That might be hard," said Okami with a chuckle.
You guys can hate me...Updating has become so anoying now because when I want to type something comes up. I'm typing the second half of this now, and I'll try to finish it. Big thanks to everyone that reviewed last chapter and those who continue to read it. Let's see if we can make 170 reviews ;) Thank you so much! Next chapter should be out soon.
