Life is just a Pitiful Play
Still yet our story continues in this deep woven land of the forest the heroine San gaining more and more experience and power. Two years past as nothing serious happen. San still had no human contact for four years. At the age of fourteen she learns the meaning of life, death, and rebirth.
San awoke at the side Blackmoon and Saber. She and Blackmoon became fast friends with the tiger. The Wolf Tribe and the Tiger had an unspoken allegiance.
The forest had many different alliances weaving around the clans. Some were obvious like the ones with the Bear and the Boar, Snake with Fox, Deer and Raven and some more subtle and concealed like the Mice and Wolves and others that were unknown. There were also groups of these alliances into fours and fives each planning and plotting to tarnish reputations and others things beyond most human comprehensions though never killing. These different groups changed rarely and many had never welcomed another fearing the ingression of an enemy's alliance. To put it simply most clans merely called it The Weaving and spoke of it as a simple game. It was broke up into four groups each under the name of an element. The Earth Alliance was made up of the Snake and the Fox and many lesser tribes. The Wind Alliance was mostly of all the bird tribes and the major clans were the Raven and Hawk. The Wolf and the Falcon and many others including the Tiger were part of the Fire Alliance. Moro and Takako and eyes and ears everywhere, they tangled themselves deeper into the Weaving them most. The Wolf Tribe before was not a powerful tribe before Yuumei and his subterfuge that brought the Wolf Tribe upwards establishing long nets of deception and manipulation that nearly made himself the Guardian though Nago won by the sheer numbers of the Boar Tribe and fear that he brought to others. That was at the last coronation when the previous Guardian of the Forest died. Nago and the other left made up the Water Tribe.
The Tiger Tribe was in none for no one made a move to invite them into the group though it was common knowledge that Saber the daughter of Hwoagenn and Hwoahua was friends with the Wolf Tribe's Blackmoon and San though to them it did not count much.
" Hello little sister, brother, and Saber. Good to see you up." Chikara said as all three of the got up.
He seemed to have been there for a long time by the way he was sitting. San found it amazing that her big brother could stay in one place for so long.
"Mother wants to see you three, yes even you Saber your parents had given you permission to ingress into this memorable experience. She's at the usual place. Ah such a beautiful time it will be. The hills will become red with the blood of so many. Death has come singing. You shall be-
"Shut up Chikara," growled Blackmoon obviously irritated.
"We get the point," Saber added.
" Alrighty no need to get cantankerous with me"
San watched in amusement it was just like Chikara babble on and one. Though she wondered if it was true that Mother wanted to see them. No it was true. Though Chikara was rather too cheerful at times he would never lie.
" Alright should we see if he is telling the truth?" San asked at the other two a grin adorned on her face.
"Yes might as well," Blackmoon smirked.
" I'm deeply hurt, I the mighty and great Chikara lie? Such a terrible thought. I am only the middle wolf my dearest siblings and mistress tiger, only telling the information. Hey stop it wait aren't you gonna wait until I finish? Hey! " he said to the disappearing shadows of the San, Blackmoon, and Saber. Smiling inwardly he had gotten them out of the cave. Though he was telling the truth.
"Mother?" San asked when they came into where Moro stood watching. It was the edge of the forest and you could see the rock mountains and hills. There were tiny figures walking. There smells seemed to burn her nose with the abhorrent scent.
" Who are those figures? What are they?"
Moro turned her head. It was time to test her. Four years ago she claimed that she was part of the Wolf Tribe. It was time to see if it was true. Chikara and Reiko had passed the test years ago that was the Wolf Tribe's tradition though Blackmoon had not. If he took the test than San would have to be there also. Her deep labrums echoed slightly her words flowing like a battle setting and taking place.
"Those are humans, San"
Moro waited with baited breath and saw Blackmoon do the same. Saber watched in curiosity at the three members of the Wolf Tribe.
San clenched her fist holding her dagger firmly with all the strength she could summon so hard that her arms shook.
" They are the reason of the death of Father, the continued destruction of the forest, the pain and killing of the alliances."
"Yes, my daughter and they are coming to once again destroy our forest even more those insolent humans." Moro would of sighed of relief if in a different situation.
Blackmoon's muscles seem to relax looking at his mother his cold malevolent crimson oculars releasing this stressed out scent of hatred.
"We are to kill them and stop them from destroying the forest even more."
" Correct Blackmoon, Saber is also allowed to do so. This is a test that the Wolf Tribe has done for centuries a test to find their strength. The others know that. You three are to finish every one of them off. If you need help your brothers, your parents, and I are ready to back you up.
"A test" Saber echoed, "one that will bring lust into my heart, one that I will enjoy carrying out.
" When do we start?"
"Here at anytime you wish."
"Then lets begin"
"Right"
San brought here crimson mask to her face, her dagger sheathed and her spear held in both hands as she jumped on Takai, Blackmoon as everyone called him. Exchanging a nod with Saber she held up five fingers. Blackmoon and Saber understood. The body of her brother was tense and it look as every vein seem to stand up in his body or at least the ones on his cranium. The games had begun.
Four fingers,
Three,
Two,
One.
The shadows of the three jumped from the cliff running down from the edge of the forest. It was the first time that San had ever been outside those boundaries. The air here was rather missing something. It was hard to describe, enough for her to cry out in the emptiness in her heart. Behind the crimson mask, San eyes narrowed the grip on the spear tightened as they got nearer and nearer to the humans.
Many were holding a long curved sticks with string attached shooting out branches with rocks attached one. Laying her body close to Blackmoon her ebony cloak seem to make her dematerialize from the scene.
Blackmoon dodge each one with deadly grace as he pick up his pace until he was going his full speed. All the arrows seem to miss their target unable to hit. Saber, having more trouble than Blackmoon stopped running completely her claws elicited and was breaking each one aimed t'ward her with the speed of quicksilver, her claws were merely a blur.
San looked up releasing her tight grip on Blackmoon they were close enough. Jumping upward into the sky as each arrow seemed to shoot upwards at her. Lust filled her veins with powerful surges of adrenaline. She dodged each one with her wolf like grace her spear crashing into one of the human's skull. Pulling out the blood stained weapon she continued her onslaught joined by Blackmoon, his own claws and incisors put to their fullest potential. Dodging one with a long blade thrusting it aiming for her chest. Evading it quickly though not completely. Her left side wounded and bleeding freely only made San into a more deadly state. Feinting left her spear went into a half circle killing at least five of the humans.
Saber now joined them in their threesome massacre her own claws proving much more effective than Blackmoon's. As many blades came shrieking to her, she jumped with sinuous elegance landing on top of many killing them instantly. Her stiff furry pelt, strong and tougher than most armor that the humans wore protecting her form leaving nearly no traces of blood and scars that the young beast had earned through her years. Releasing a roar from the depths of her throat the sound of death itself coming to meet you in person. Her mind surged with joy having this situation met.
San soon grew tired every wound seemed to shout stop to rest. Most of her wounds were tiny though the one at her side was still bleeding. Groaning slightly and quickly as possible onto Blackmoon who was still in his zenith of fighting spirit. Sighing, she brought her spear forward pointing to the side as Blackmoon ran instantly killing or wounding others. Touching the willow armband silently praying for Shishi-Gami to give her strength. Looking at her bloody spear now coated a thick layer of red looking at it. If it was double bladed and had a bigger blade it could be most useful in this situation. If it was...
Her willow armband of the girl riding of wolf burned into her skin like cold fire. She watched in amazement, her bloody spear became a double bladed staff that she wished for. Her body surged with energy as if it brought on new hope. The very existence of her was reborn, power that seem to flow out, wings that took to the air, black wings that took to the air.
Her form still bleeding became nothing it was joy and the wounds only made her feel alive. Energy renewed she was still riding on Blackmoon decapitating the humans as Blackmoon ran. Once again jumping off a grin of delight shown brightly as her will and spirit strengthen. Thanking the Spirit out loud in the delight that she held. Twirling the double bladed staff slashing every human beside her as their part fell off their screaming only beats in the song that flowed into her heart. Running near Blackmoon catching up with these invisible wings flowing, silent flapping her veins pulsed in gentle sentiment. Focusing her energy, her very soul manipulating the armband turning the weapon into one of the katana that she saw the humans using.
Running quickly with speed that rival Blackmoon she pointed the katana blade to the side so that as each human caught in the storm of melee would have the blade protruding through his or her bodies. The blade grew longer and longer. Jumping upward changing the blade into a small dagger leaving all the bodies once stuck onto the gigantic blade falling into the ground. Blackmoon and Saber watched her with renewed interest and as if she was a stranger.
Shock ran down her spine of the things that she had just done. Returning the small dagger into her spear though now not a trance of it was bloody base.
Blackmoon watched her in interest; his eye stared back into San's.
" How did you do that? "
Saber pointed lobes twitched her body worn and bloody with missing patches of fur were blades skinned her. Other then that, her exhaustion, and tiny bits of dried blood she was unharmed. Her sensitive hearing honed onto something alien.
"A human is in the forest."
As the ecstasy faded away from San's form leaving her even weaker then before. The manipulation of the armband came at a price. Her hard-core spirit was wreaked and torn, she barely was able to stay awake.
"Should we get it?
Blackmoon his once lush alabaster hue now a shade of murky crimsons in the blood that he drew out of his opponents. His body felt pained. It would only take weeks or a month for all the wounds to heal and the fur to replace the scars that litter his body.
" Might as well finish the job."
San wobbled to Blackmoon her body swaying back and forth in a traumatizing movement lifting herself up onto his back, collapsing onto her brother's blood stiffen pelt. They walked slowly into the forest into the embracing warmth of the light of the forest. Minutes that felt like eons past as the three went deeper into the heart of the forest moving slowly. San picked her head up her heightened wolf sense smelling something with a stench of abhorrence. Once again falling down onto the stiff pelt not caring if the clumps of hard fur covering her brother poked her. Bringing her head to the side as the stench got closer and closer until Saber and her brother stopped.
She looked at the human curiously. He was an old man, his wrinkle skin stained with the blood that was at his chest. Pulling her mask up slightly turning her head so that see saw him through the side and he would only see her hair and mask. Sliding off Blackmoon and falling in front of him so only his front paws held her weight and if he shifted she would fall to the side. The old man stared at her in interest his tiny pupils stared to the side.
"So it is true, the story is true."
San felt a chill down her spine; somehow she knew that he was talking to her. Masking her fear with anger she pulled out her dagger and growled.
"How dare you speak of me like that human. Shut up if you want to die quickly."
The old man glanced at San. Though his body was weak he had a spirit that rivaled San's. "Human? What do you mean by human, are you not one yourself? You can kill me however you wish. I no longer care. Life is just an illusion a simple yet advance illusion. You feel joy, pain, and sadness then you experience death more than once."
"How dare you call me human, I am a wolf you hear. That's it, I gonna make you bleed to death with fresher wounds"
"You speak of death too casually. You kill to casually."
" Oh like you humans don't yourself. You would have killed me if my father didn't jump in the way. I can never forgive you humans or myself. "
"Is that your source of your anger to humans?"
" You kill killed creatures of the Alliances, humans burn away our forest, what else is it to say you vile scum."
"Life is just a play"
"What did you say? "
"Life is a just a cruel play. Something that one so young could not comprehend"
"Try me"
"Once you think the abhorrent, twisted subplots are over, the pain has left, the winds mock you so; changing and blowing harder and harder to you. You want to end it all, kill yourself make all your pains go away. Whether enough you do so, only the coward suicides. They cannot face life's illusion and they end their part quickly. Do you think you are the only one that feels the ironic treacheries of time upon you, the only one that feels the pain of life sink deep into you soul? "
Silence.
"You see in human age I am old, I have died many times yet just as many rebirths. As a child your forest killed my family. The fates and the gods were cruel to me as I wandered around seeking a haven to dwell. Do you think your forest is the only one that suffers?" "You begin to bore me"
"You cannot kill so casually, life is something to treasure. Your father, my family one would give anything to see them again. Would you?"
" ...Yes. "
" What about all those people you killed? What of their-
" What is there to say," San turned her alabaster crown facing the old man face to face her, "You have said enough."
"Why can't you understand?" His light brown eyes mirror the image before him, the young girl pale as the moonlight her face seemed adorn in pale marble, those black oculars inside held their own image of Yuumei his golden orbs torn up to the moon. Cranium tilted to the sky a howl from the deepest part of his labrums, he howled into the sky, into the moon. Reflecting back into the shadow girl back into the old man white was his tendrils. Sighing deeply his heart failed. Dropping deeply into eternal slumber into the night where ones with black wings take to the air.
When you listen to the heart it releases your emotions. Listen and contemplate slowly to what is what. Can you be proud of who you are? Can you seek the stars and conquer them? Are you proud to call yourself your own, reflecting into the stars into the skies almighty? This is whom you are, the one that weeps. Nomatter how, Nomatter what this is what you are the one that you are afraid to be, the one that's afraid to see the person within you. The one that is YOU.
I know that I said I had no confidence that was not true; it was that I had no heart to continue. Everything has been somewhat downhill. My dad has been in the hospital countless times, heart problems. It just so stupid, life, the ending where the old man speaks it was how I felt. I not the type to cry, I not the type to weep out loud. I am the one that cries inside where no one can see me. I am 3rd in the State in judo in my age group. I'm not afraid of death. It's not fair. I can't stand seeing my dad so weak. He's so strong. I'm only 12. I know plenty of people have it worse of but still... Well never mind. Thanks for reading and please review.
Shadow Demoness.
Still yet our story continues in this deep woven land of the forest the heroine San gaining more and more experience and power. Two years past as nothing serious happen. San still had no human contact for four years. At the age of fourteen she learns the meaning of life, death, and rebirth.
San awoke at the side Blackmoon and Saber. She and Blackmoon became fast friends with the tiger. The Wolf Tribe and the Tiger had an unspoken allegiance.
The forest had many different alliances weaving around the clans. Some were obvious like the ones with the Bear and the Boar, Snake with Fox, Deer and Raven and some more subtle and concealed like the Mice and Wolves and others that were unknown. There were also groups of these alliances into fours and fives each planning and plotting to tarnish reputations and others things beyond most human comprehensions though never killing. These different groups changed rarely and many had never welcomed another fearing the ingression of an enemy's alliance. To put it simply most clans merely called it The Weaving and spoke of it as a simple game. It was broke up into four groups each under the name of an element. The Earth Alliance was made up of the Snake and the Fox and many lesser tribes. The Wind Alliance was mostly of all the bird tribes and the major clans were the Raven and Hawk. The Wolf and the Falcon and many others including the Tiger were part of the Fire Alliance. Moro and Takako and eyes and ears everywhere, they tangled themselves deeper into the Weaving them most. The Wolf Tribe before was not a powerful tribe before Yuumei and his subterfuge that brought the Wolf Tribe upwards establishing long nets of deception and manipulation that nearly made himself the Guardian though Nago won by the sheer numbers of the Boar Tribe and fear that he brought to others. That was at the last coronation when the previous Guardian of the Forest died. Nago and the other left made up the Water Tribe.
The Tiger Tribe was in none for no one made a move to invite them into the group though it was common knowledge that Saber the daughter of Hwoagenn and Hwoahua was friends with the Wolf Tribe's Blackmoon and San though to them it did not count much.
" Hello little sister, brother, and Saber. Good to see you up." Chikara said as all three of the got up.
He seemed to have been there for a long time by the way he was sitting. San found it amazing that her big brother could stay in one place for so long.
"Mother wants to see you three, yes even you Saber your parents had given you permission to ingress into this memorable experience. She's at the usual place. Ah such a beautiful time it will be. The hills will become red with the blood of so many. Death has come singing. You shall be-
"Shut up Chikara," growled Blackmoon obviously irritated.
"We get the point," Saber added.
" Alrighty no need to get cantankerous with me"
San watched in amusement it was just like Chikara babble on and one. Though she wondered if it was true that Mother wanted to see them. No it was true. Though Chikara was rather too cheerful at times he would never lie.
" Alright should we see if he is telling the truth?" San asked at the other two a grin adorned on her face.
"Yes might as well," Blackmoon smirked.
" I'm deeply hurt, I the mighty and great Chikara lie? Such a terrible thought. I am only the middle wolf my dearest siblings and mistress tiger, only telling the information. Hey stop it wait aren't you gonna wait until I finish? Hey! " he said to the disappearing shadows of the San, Blackmoon, and Saber. Smiling inwardly he had gotten them out of the cave. Though he was telling the truth.
"Mother?" San asked when they came into where Moro stood watching. It was the edge of the forest and you could see the rock mountains and hills. There were tiny figures walking. There smells seemed to burn her nose with the abhorrent scent.
" Who are those figures? What are they?"
Moro turned her head. It was time to test her. Four years ago she claimed that she was part of the Wolf Tribe. It was time to see if it was true. Chikara and Reiko had passed the test years ago that was the Wolf Tribe's tradition though Blackmoon had not. If he took the test than San would have to be there also. Her deep labrums echoed slightly her words flowing like a battle setting and taking place.
"Those are humans, San"
Moro waited with baited breath and saw Blackmoon do the same. Saber watched in curiosity at the three members of the Wolf Tribe.
San clenched her fist holding her dagger firmly with all the strength she could summon so hard that her arms shook.
" They are the reason of the death of Father, the continued destruction of the forest, the pain and killing of the alliances."
"Yes, my daughter and they are coming to once again destroy our forest even more those insolent humans." Moro would of sighed of relief if in a different situation.
Blackmoon's muscles seem to relax looking at his mother his cold malevolent crimson oculars releasing this stressed out scent of hatred.
"We are to kill them and stop them from destroying the forest even more."
" Correct Blackmoon, Saber is also allowed to do so. This is a test that the Wolf Tribe has done for centuries a test to find their strength. The others know that. You three are to finish every one of them off. If you need help your brothers, your parents, and I are ready to back you up.
"A test" Saber echoed, "one that will bring lust into my heart, one that I will enjoy carrying out.
" When do we start?"
"Here at anytime you wish."
"Then lets begin"
"Right"
San brought here crimson mask to her face, her dagger sheathed and her spear held in both hands as she jumped on Takai, Blackmoon as everyone called him. Exchanging a nod with Saber she held up five fingers. Blackmoon and Saber understood. The body of her brother was tense and it look as every vein seem to stand up in his body or at least the ones on his cranium. The games had begun.
Four fingers,
Three,
Two,
One.
The shadows of the three jumped from the cliff running down from the edge of the forest. It was the first time that San had ever been outside those boundaries. The air here was rather missing something. It was hard to describe, enough for her to cry out in the emptiness in her heart. Behind the crimson mask, San eyes narrowed the grip on the spear tightened as they got nearer and nearer to the humans.
Many were holding a long curved sticks with string attached shooting out branches with rocks attached one. Laying her body close to Blackmoon her ebony cloak seem to make her dematerialize from the scene.
Blackmoon dodge each one with deadly grace as he pick up his pace until he was going his full speed. All the arrows seem to miss their target unable to hit. Saber, having more trouble than Blackmoon stopped running completely her claws elicited and was breaking each one aimed t'ward her with the speed of quicksilver, her claws were merely a blur.
San looked up releasing her tight grip on Blackmoon they were close enough. Jumping upward into the sky as each arrow seemed to shoot upwards at her. Lust filled her veins with powerful surges of adrenaline. She dodged each one with her wolf like grace her spear crashing into one of the human's skull. Pulling out the blood stained weapon she continued her onslaught joined by Blackmoon, his own claws and incisors put to their fullest potential. Dodging one with a long blade thrusting it aiming for her chest. Evading it quickly though not completely. Her left side wounded and bleeding freely only made San into a more deadly state. Feinting left her spear went into a half circle killing at least five of the humans.
Saber now joined them in their threesome massacre her own claws proving much more effective than Blackmoon's. As many blades came shrieking to her, she jumped with sinuous elegance landing on top of many killing them instantly. Her stiff furry pelt, strong and tougher than most armor that the humans wore protecting her form leaving nearly no traces of blood and scars that the young beast had earned through her years. Releasing a roar from the depths of her throat the sound of death itself coming to meet you in person. Her mind surged with joy having this situation met.
San soon grew tired every wound seemed to shout stop to rest. Most of her wounds were tiny though the one at her side was still bleeding. Groaning slightly and quickly as possible onto Blackmoon who was still in his zenith of fighting spirit. Sighing, she brought her spear forward pointing to the side as Blackmoon ran instantly killing or wounding others. Touching the willow armband silently praying for Shishi-Gami to give her strength. Looking at her bloody spear now coated a thick layer of red looking at it. If it was double bladed and had a bigger blade it could be most useful in this situation. If it was...
Her willow armband of the girl riding of wolf burned into her skin like cold fire. She watched in amazement, her bloody spear became a double bladed staff that she wished for. Her body surged with energy as if it brought on new hope. The very existence of her was reborn, power that seem to flow out, wings that took to the air, black wings that took to the air.
Her form still bleeding became nothing it was joy and the wounds only made her feel alive. Energy renewed she was still riding on Blackmoon decapitating the humans as Blackmoon ran. Once again jumping off a grin of delight shown brightly as her will and spirit strengthen. Thanking the Spirit out loud in the delight that she held. Twirling the double bladed staff slashing every human beside her as their part fell off their screaming only beats in the song that flowed into her heart. Running near Blackmoon catching up with these invisible wings flowing, silent flapping her veins pulsed in gentle sentiment. Focusing her energy, her very soul manipulating the armband turning the weapon into one of the katana that she saw the humans using.
Running quickly with speed that rival Blackmoon she pointed the katana blade to the side so that as each human caught in the storm of melee would have the blade protruding through his or her bodies. The blade grew longer and longer. Jumping upward changing the blade into a small dagger leaving all the bodies once stuck onto the gigantic blade falling into the ground. Blackmoon and Saber watched her with renewed interest and as if she was a stranger.
Shock ran down her spine of the things that she had just done. Returning the small dagger into her spear though now not a trance of it was bloody base.
Blackmoon watched her in interest; his eye stared back into San's.
" How did you do that? "
Saber pointed lobes twitched her body worn and bloody with missing patches of fur were blades skinned her. Other then that, her exhaustion, and tiny bits of dried blood she was unharmed. Her sensitive hearing honed onto something alien.
"A human is in the forest."
As the ecstasy faded away from San's form leaving her even weaker then before. The manipulation of the armband came at a price. Her hard-core spirit was wreaked and torn, she barely was able to stay awake.
"Should we get it?
Blackmoon his once lush alabaster hue now a shade of murky crimsons in the blood that he drew out of his opponents. His body felt pained. It would only take weeks or a month for all the wounds to heal and the fur to replace the scars that litter his body.
" Might as well finish the job."
San wobbled to Blackmoon her body swaying back and forth in a traumatizing movement lifting herself up onto his back, collapsing onto her brother's blood stiffen pelt. They walked slowly into the forest into the embracing warmth of the light of the forest. Minutes that felt like eons past as the three went deeper into the heart of the forest moving slowly. San picked her head up her heightened wolf sense smelling something with a stench of abhorrence. Once again falling down onto the stiff pelt not caring if the clumps of hard fur covering her brother poked her. Bringing her head to the side as the stench got closer and closer until Saber and her brother stopped.
She looked at the human curiously. He was an old man, his wrinkle skin stained with the blood that was at his chest. Pulling her mask up slightly turning her head so that see saw him through the side and he would only see her hair and mask. Sliding off Blackmoon and falling in front of him so only his front paws held her weight and if he shifted she would fall to the side. The old man stared at her in interest his tiny pupils stared to the side.
"So it is true, the story is true."
San felt a chill down her spine; somehow she knew that he was talking to her. Masking her fear with anger she pulled out her dagger and growled.
"How dare you speak of me like that human. Shut up if you want to die quickly."
The old man glanced at San. Though his body was weak he had a spirit that rivaled San's. "Human? What do you mean by human, are you not one yourself? You can kill me however you wish. I no longer care. Life is just an illusion a simple yet advance illusion. You feel joy, pain, and sadness then you experience death more than once."
"How dare you call me human, I am a wolf you hear. That's it, I gonna make you bleed to death with fresher wounds"
"You speak of death too casually. You kill to casually."
" Oh like you humans don't yourself. You would have killed me if my father didn't jump in the way. I can never forgive you humans or myself. "
"Is that your source of your anger to humans?"
" You kill killed creatures of the Alliances, humans burn away our forest, what else is it to say you vile scum."
"Life is just a play"
"What did you say? "
"Life is a just a cruel play. Something that one so young could not comprehend"
"Try me"
"Once you think the abhorrent, twisted subplots are over, the pain has left, the winds mock you so; changing and blowing harder and harder to you. You want to end it all, kill yourself make all your pains go away. Whether enough you do so, only the coward suicides. They cannot face life's illusion and they end their part quickly. Do you think you are the only one that feels the ironic treacheries of time upon you, the only one that feels the pain of life sink deep into you soul? "
Silence.
"You see in human age I am old, I have died many times yet just as many rebirths. As a child your forest killed my family. The fates and the gods were cruel to me as I wandered around seeking a haven to dwell. Do you think your forest is the only one that suffers?" "You begin to bore me"
"You cannot kill so casually, life is something to treasure. Your father, my family one would give anything to see them again. Would you?"
" ...Yes. "
" What about all those people you killed? What of their-
" What is there to say," San turned her alabaster crown facing the old man face to face her, "You have said enough."
"Why can't you understand?" His light brown eyes mirror the image before him, the young girl pale as the moonlight her face seemed adorn in pale marble, those black oculars inside held their own image of Yuumei his golden orbs torn up to the moon. Cranium tilted to the sky a howl from the deepest part of his labrums, he howled into the sky, into the moon. Reflecting back into the shadow girl back into the old man white was his tendrils. Sighing deeply his heart failed. Dropping deeply into eternal slumber into the night where ones with black wings take to the air.
When you listen to the heart it releases your emotions. Listen and contemplate slowly to what is what. Can you be proud of who you are? Can you seek the stars and conquer them? Are you proud to call yourself your own, reflecting into the stars into the skies almighty? This is whom you are, the one that weeps. Nomatter how, Nomatter what this is what you are the one that you are afraid to be, the one that's afraid to see the person within you. The one that is YOU.
I know that I said I had no confidence that was not true; it was that I had no heart to continue. Everything has been somewhat downhill. My dad has been in the hospital countless times, heart problems. It just so stupid, life, the ending where the old man speaks it was how I felt. I not the type to cry, I not the type to weep out loud. I am the one that cries inside where no one can see me. I am 3rd in the State in judo in my age group. I'm not afraid of death. It's not fair. I can't stand seeing my dad so weak. He's so strong. I'm only 12. I know plenty of people have it worse of but still... Well never mind. Thanks for reading and please review.
Shadow Demoness.