she'd arrived almost perfectly. Except it took three jumps to get here. but still, she landed softly and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. alright then...she smacked her cheeks, opened her eyes, craning her neck, take a breath and get ready...i really hate this...she groaned, drooping her shoulders. and i dont know why?. Because they are just doors.
It was a perfectly rectangular doorway, much like any other doorway in many doorways around the world, except it was an unimaginable size. its height was beyond anyone's imagination. If someone imagined a normal human male or female being such height. But the only ones that come to mind are giants. Very large giants.
She always felt is so small, tiny, even minuscule standing by the doors. Each time following their lines high into the blue sky. Ornately plain and unassuming in decoration. Plain and empty except for the scares of battles were the only decorations etched in the stone. They looked like and should have been installed somewhere else, somewhere in someone's fantasy novel.
(The coldness of the mountain stone would radiated, pushing away the heat from the sun. The warmth of Kuroko had gotten used to as she thought about entering.)
These doors nearly 60 feet in height and nearly half its size and width. That's each door. And there were two of them. Each one cut from single slab and carried over long treacherous terrain and put into place a very long time ago. And that was before they were dismantled and brought to Sakura Island, Japan.
The mansions ,itself, made of the same stone, shined, and glittered in the sunlight, over three stories tall, (the first level that is) and longer than five football fields or in other words 500 yards. Or 1500 feet. There were long expanses of gardens that ran along the front edge, like a river of colorful floral blooms, bright yellow sunflowers, morning glories, hydrangeas sorted bright and dark shades, lotuses, bell flowers, irises, there was even dark purples of lavender, chrysanthemums in a variety too many to mention. And beyond that nearly half a mile wide, long tall wheat like grasses stretched given the illusion of the sea of green.
Kuroko looked over her shoulder, watching the tall grass waving in the wind. Gently pulling her lower lip into her mouth. See there… She heard a soft voice from the past… The grasses not waving in the wind, … She nodded.
He was at it again. Mr. know it all. He shook his head with a small laugh, don't pay attention to them, pay attention to the waving grasses… Do you know why? … He left no time to answer. There's no wind today. He would grin.
The wolves are at play… She whispered with a grin. coming back to reality. (They would hide in the grasses sometimes waiting to pounce just for fun)
A select few knew of Sakura island. Throughout its entire existence it never appeared on any map. Even during the wars, no country dared put it on a map.
But when a diminutive oddly dressed little blond appeared on a late-night game show in Japan. it was Princess Mina, who announced the existence of vampires to the world, everything changed. It wasn't just vampires, but wolves and other scary things that went bump in the night. And the Islands of Sakura appeared. It was home to the largest population of wolves and Vampires, outside of the bund in Tokyo Harbor, and outside of Europe… And of course, Hokkaido.
A flood of memories, her memories, caused her heart to ache. Placing her hand to her chest, biting her lip. they ran across her thoughts. Ruiko, Uiharu and her…. how they explored the Islands, the villages hidden in the forest, along the mountains and rivers of this rather large island. If she had only paid attention, maybe, just maybe.
Her thoughts turned to the Shewolves, elder wolves, living among humans. Hiding who they were all across Japan until one day, wolves' ears and tails suddenly revealed themselves across the country.
She groaned, knowing once inside, just come on in… Despite their massive, intimidating size during times like this, that is peaceful times. She had an open invitation to the mansion, to the Island. Something she had not taken advantage off. But now was here on business. It sickened her. Her stomach turning. She covered her mouth, swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down. She hated herself for this.
Kuroko put her hand in the middle of a square and pushed. Like a ship slowly drifting from the dock, the doors gently silently slowly opened. The cold rushed outside wrapping her in its embrace, chills, goosebumps spread across her skin. She shivered. "Always hated this part."
The two doors slowed but remained open. And a very long hallway appeared. Like the door and the outside of the mansion, the hallways, floor, and walls made of stone. Old black iron lanterns evenly spaced mounted along the walls. the walls scorched black, modern light bulbs replacing old flames, cast warm glows on the dark past of the castle.
The doors slowly silently moved back towards her. Gotta hurry…" She skipped the threshold, closed her eyes, and exhaled another breath… Get on with it… rubbing her hands over her arms, hoping to warm up.
This part is the coldest… She murmured as she walked. The doors behind her slowly, silently closed. She shivered once more… Gotta remember… Next time… she murmured if there is a next time… Gotta dress warm.