Disclaimer:
I don't own any of Princess Mononoke. Not the characters, not the plot…nothing. This story is mine. Thanks.
PS. Do I have to say this every time?
San ran down the mountainside. It was very cold without her furs. How could she go off anywhere without them? She would die in the matter of hours if she didn't think for a minute to clear her head.
Finally, she stopped running. She walked up to a wall of vines and carefully slid her arm through it. It was colder than the air around her, yet it was warm. Her skin began to show goose bumps, but inside her body, she was very warm. She moved the vines to the side and San stepped through. She looked around at the familiar surroundings. It was the Sacred Pool. San walked down the small path towards the shallow waters. She walked right to the edge of the magical waters and sat. San put her legs in the water and laid down on her back.
War. Again. How would the wolf pack ever make it without Moro? They couldn't. They would need help. Would Ashitaka help? Even with his great skill with the bow and arrow, he would not want to help. He can't stand war. San knew that Ashitaka would help though. San exhaled a long held breath. The monkey tribe far out-numbered them.
San closed her eyes tightly; she would have to ask Iron Town for help. But how would she ask?
San sat up, inhaled deeply, and clasped her hands together in a proper manner and said, "Miss ? Hi, this is the wolf girl, San, who has been trying to kill you for the past few years. I was wondering if you could help me and my wolf pack try and fight the monkey tribe so we won't be killed by them?"
It was one of the few times San made a joke.
She laughed at herself for a few seconds and then pulled her legs out of the water. A couple of fish swam quickly away as she got up. San looked over at the island in the far end of the lake.
"Forest Spirit…" said San. "Please help my wolf pack in this war…wherever you are."
I don't own any of Princess Mononoke. Not the characters, not the plot…nothing. This story is mine. Thanks.
PS. Do I have to say this every time?
San ran down the mountainside. It was very cold without her furs. How could she go off anywhere without them? She would die in the matter of hours if she didn't think for a minute to clear her head.
Finally, she stopped running. She walked up to a wall of vines and carefully slid her arm through it. It was colder than the air around her, yet it was warm. Her skin began to show goose bumps, but inside her body, she was very warm. She moved the vines to the side and San stepped through. She looked around at the familiar surroundings. It was the Sacred Pool. San walked down the small path towards the shallow waters. She walked right to the edge of the magical waters and sat. San put her legs in the water and laid down on her back.
War. Again. How would the wolf pack ever make it without Moro? They couldn't. They would need help. Would Ashitaka help? Even with his great skill with the bow and arrow, he would not want to help. He can't stand war. San knew that Ashitaka would help though. San exhaled a long held breath. The monkey tribe far out-numbered them.
San closed her eyes tightly; she would have to ask Iron Town for help. But how would she ask?
San sat up, inhaled deeply, and clasped her hands together in a proper manner and said, "Miss ? Hi, this is the wolf girl, San, who has been trying to kill you for the past few years. I was wondering if you could help me and my wolf pack try and fight the monkey tribe so we won't be killed by them?"
It was one of the few times San made a joke.
She laughed at herself for a few seconds and then pulled her legs out of the water. A couple of fish swam quickly away as she got up. San looked over at the island in the far end of the lake.
"Forest Spirit…" said San. "Please help my wolf pack in this war…wherever you are."