Feudal Family Fairy Tale
Welcome to the new year everyone! I know it's been a long and hard one for many of us. Loved ones have been lost, jobs lost, homes lost, but one thing we don't lose is, hope. Here is a quote that has remained engraved into my head ever since I first heard it on the show, Once Upon a time a few years ago, "Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a powerful thing, but living with that kind of belief…That's the most powerful thing of all. That's hope."
The shows, books, and movies we grow up with; they have always been an escape from reality. They give us hope that just maybe, we can be happy. We can have adventures and explore our world. I know this is a long intro, but what I am trying to say, is that I hope my story can help you escape into a fantasy world, even for a little while. I hope my story can bring you hope.
I know it's been a long time since updating. Truth is, life became busy with many hardships and I just didn't have the drive to write for a long time. My goal this year is to try and get back into my passion. It's hard though because I do have adult ADHD, focusing on one story takes a lot of energy. However, I have hope. Hope that I can get back into focusing on my writing, even if I only have time on the weekends. I'm going to try! I wish everyone for a brighter year. Welcome back to the story! (warning older character death flag, nothing graphic)
Chapter 2
My aunt Sango was riding on Kirara not too high above the ground I was running on. While riding on Kirara maybe nice, I always preferred to feel the ground on my feet. Kirara flew beside me, keeping to my pace with ease. Aunt Sango was dressed in her demon slaying gear. I haven't seen her wear the attire in sometime.
"How did Uncle Miroku feel about you leaving?" I question.
I see a small smile grace her lips from my prevail vision, "He understands I need to do this. He knows how much I've missed our friends; how much I miss Kagome. She's been like a younger sister to me. I feel helpless that I couldn't protect her back then," I see her hands scrunch up in Kirara's fur, She sighs, "Besides, he still has a few months of training. He's come so far and isn't ready for the battlefield yet," She explains, a sad tone slipping through.
"I'm sure when he's done training, Uncle Miroku will be stronger than ever," I express cheerfully, trying to cheer my aunt up. I hate seeing her sad.
"For his sake, I hope so. I know he hasn't felt as confident since losing that cursed wind tunnel," Aunt Sango shakes her head, "Anyway, have you figured out how to wake Setsune? In order to control her demon bloodlust, she was placed under a seal at the tree of ages,"
I frown at this memory; oh, I remember it clear as day. While it happened nearly five years ago; I was 10, she was 11 years in age. I remembered as if it happened yesterday. After a demon attacked our village, and lady Keade was slaughtered, Setsuna became enraged. She managed to gain her revenge on the large beast demon; however, she started attacking innocent villagers. Thankfully, nobody was killed; Uncle Miroku was able to place a seal on her. A small bracelet that put her to sleep. However, that wasn't going to be enough to keep her asleep. I was asked to use my spiritual power and use one of my mother's old arrows to seal her. I hated it! I was only ten and they asked me such a task. I know Aunt Sango didn't want me to, it was Uncle Miroku who insisted. He expressed that once I was old enough, I could help control Setsuna's demon blood and she could awaken again. I felt as though I had betrayed her. Before this mess, we were best friends. We trained together, we played together, she was like a big sister to me.
"Moroha?" I hear my aunt's voice bring back to the present.
I sighed, "Uncle Miroku once said, all I had to do was remove the arrow. It should wake her. I also have to use a word to place a spell around the bracelet incase her demon blood reawakens,"
She raises an eyebrow, "And what word would that be?"
I laugh and shake my head, "Definitely not 'sit'!" We both laugh at the familiar word, the rest of our travel was quiet, but comfortable. I always felt at peace with Aunt Sango around. She could take me away from darkest memories and make me laugh. I wonder if mother is like Aunt Sango. Aunt Sango always said mom was much warmer and kinder than her, though I have little doubt they are about the same. She expresses how strong mother was back then, even now, knowing my mother probably hasn't stopped trying to find a way back to me. Along with my father at her side. I'm glad they are not alone. I know without a doubt I can bring my family together again! First though, I have to wake Setsuna up!
To Be Continued
We finally meet Setsuna in the next chapter! I know this is short; the next one will be longer, so I had to break this up a little. Stay tune for the next installment of a Feudal Family Fairy Tale!