Haku watched as the young girl ran towards the old amusement park building,
her ponytail trailing down her shirt. He sighed with relief to see that
she had kept her promise: she had not looked back once. He knew it would
be hard for her; the temptation to see everyone she cared about one last
time. His mouth curved into a slight smile; it was just the way that
Chihiro was. And he loved that about her.
As she disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, he turned to walk back to the bathhouse. Haku clenched his fists with determination. The young River God had a few things to get off his chest to his former employer. But as he took several steps, a shuddering 'clap' of thunder rumbled across the land. He whirled, dark hair flying, as he turned to look back at the building into which Chihiro had disappeared. Another clap of thunder, like the slamming of a great door, echoed across the placid blue sky and it reverberated through his very core, causing the River God to fall to his knees in shock and pain. And then there was nothing; the absence of noise, the absence of any sort of feeling whatsoever.
Haku watched in shock as snow and ice began to cover the green grass before him. The sky, previously clear, was churning with dark clouds. The clouds rolled over the Spirit town and the Bathhouse, accompanied by fierce winds and a biting cold he could never remember feeling in this realm as long as he had existed.
Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. As he rushed back to the Bathhouse, he only hoped that Chihiro had made it safely across the barrier between the two worlds.
As she disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, he turned to walk back to the bathhouse. Haku clenched his fists with determination. The young River God had a few things to get off his chest to his former employer. But as he took several steps, a shuddering 'clap' of thunder rumbled across the land. He whirled, dark hair flying, as he turned to look back at the building into which Chihiro had disappeared. Another clap of thunder, like the slamming of a great door, echoed across the placid blue sky and it reverberated through his very core, causing the River God to fall to his knees in shock and pain. And then there was nothing; the absence of noise, the absence of any sort of feeling whatsoever.
Haku watched in shock as snow and ice began to cover the green grass before him. The sky, previously clear, was churning with dark clouds. The clouds rolled over the Spirit town and the Bathhouse, accompanied by fierce winds and a biting cold he could never remember feeling in this realm as long as he had existed.
Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. As he rushed back to the Bathhouse, he only hoped that Chihiro had made it safely across the barrier between the two worlds.
