She ran faster than a wild chestnut mare, her legs aching in intolerable
pain that threatened to kill her but she had to run, run as far away as
possible.
The wind whipped against her charred, pale face that was delicate and rough at the same time.
Her baby blue hair was tangled in a disarray, but her candy lavender eyes still shone brightly, yet its luster represented fear and terror, not her usual bubbly personality.
Turning her head to glance quickly back, she could still see the flaming fires that had destroyed her only home, the sacred secret that had been keep hidden for thousands of years until now.
Now, it was the beginning of the end but she had to run, run for the sake of her people and the sake of herself.
It was unbearable; she could almost see her friends screaming in pain from the inferno touch of the flames and the shrill cries of help from her villagers.
And she could do nothing, nothing to help them escape and repay them for the sacrifices they had to make to allow her to escape.
Brushing away tears and shaking her head violently, the young girl continued to run, her vision becoming blurry and fuzzy.
Her power to live was strong but her adrenaline was weakening, her body giving out on the energy she used.
Instantly, as if a reaction, she touched the gold locket her mother had given to her before leaving, as if looking and searching lost hope.
Finally, her mind and will died, and she fell the to cold ground in a heap, slowly falling faster and faster into the void of pitch black darkness, where its end was never felt by her skin.
Desperately, she tried to stay alert but weakly continued to run and run until she saw a nearby castle, its lights were still on and with a final smile, the young girl, the last of her kind, ran towards it.
It was an unusually bright afternoon, the sun shining pleasantly upon the villagers of Ryu Kingdom, a peaceful and prosperous land, ruled by only just kings and queens.
The streets bustled with activity, markets laid upon the avenues, and peasants and lords alike shopping with one another in peace.
Above all the shops and houses was a large yet inviting castle where the royalty that ruled over Ryu Kingdom lived happily.
It looked over its land protectively, only making decisions that benefited its subjects. Upon the cobblestones of the markets was a certain young boy, who seemed strangely familiar to the people.
His long mane was scarlet red and his emerald eyes reflected the golden rays of the radiant sun.
Though he wore decent peasant wear, his appearance seemed to be aristocratic and lordly.
He was popular with all the subjects of the kingdom; making peace with them all and his smile seemed to give tranquility to the people.
Today, instead of visiting his friends of the market, the young boy strolled amiably upon the streets, enjoying the environments and the surroundings.
As if shattering the silence, he heard a cry near him and instantly looked around and saw a young girl being chased by a band of gangsters who appeared to be drunk.
The young boy decided to watch by the sidelines, not making an appearance yet.
Suddenly, the young girl tripped over a cobblestone and skidded across the street, her already torn dress receiving some more damage.
Her gaze from the ground instantly turned upward where a large brute was looking drunkenly down at her pretty yet dirty face.
Immediately, she balled her hands into small fists, just in case she had to resort to violence.
The large man smiled crookedly at her, as if examining a prize, a search the young girl didn't like at all.
In all of this, the young boy looked on in a small amusement, watching anxiously for the outcome, and he had the feeling he had to step in but it was only a feeling, a feeling that somehow nagged him to death.
Still keeping a poker, calm face, the young man continued to ignore the feeling and looked on the predicament of the young lady.
Her head span faster and faster with each inch she drew backwards and her legs were already tired.
She was helpless; her hope of finding shelter shattered the moment she had met this man.
After appearing out of the thick forest, she was exhausted but had unfortunately found herself face to face with this man, a very powerful gang leader who was undoubtedly drunk.
Though she was drained from energy, the young girl still ran until she wound up in the very spot she was inching away from on the cold, cobble street.
Her candy, fearful eyes scanned the crowd that had somehow formed around the two, hoping to find a person who was willing to help her.
Unfortunately, she found no one and her energy was all gone and she soon found herself stopping in her tracks, laying helplessly on the street, trying to protect herself from the thug, coming closer and closer.
Instinctively, she threw a single arm around her torso to protect herself, knowing that she couldn't escape from her situation now.
As she saw the thug advancing, her vision became blurry and fuzzy and she could feel herself being pulled into the state of unconsciousness.
But just before the gang leader cracked the whip upon her pale skin, she barely caught a glimpse of scarlet red and emerald orbs just before she slipped into the void of darkness.
The young man saw the drunken thug take out his long, leather whip and watched him descend it upon the helpless, unconscious lady.
He couldn't stand for it any longer and using super speed that was unheard of, he ran between the man and the lady and somehow knocked away the whip.
The man, shocked with surprise, didn't even realize when the young boy appeared in front of him and laid a powerful punch in the stomach.
In an instant, the thug fell backwards, out cold, and the young boy looked satisfied with his actions.
After clearing the large crowd of on-seers, the young man turned back to the young lady, who seemed to be resting, and kneeled down behind her.
He smiled inwardly at her sleeping figure, and how similarly she looked like a peaceful angel; instantly, he realized his previous thought and shook his head to get rid of his "foolishness."
Deciding wisely, he carefully picked her up in his arms and walked to the towering castle, that looked protectively upon the kingdom.
* The golden rays of the brilliant sun awoke her from her sleep. She slowly fluttered her eyelids, revealing her renewed lavender, candy eyes.
Though her head slightly throbbed, her tired body now felt completely fine.
The young girl instinctively moved her fingers on the surface beneath her, feeling a silky material and she instantly looked around her, her eyes opening very wide.
The room was absolutely grand and ostentatious; her bed was all ivory white, her sheets and blankets were made of pure satin and silk.
Her bed frame was wooden and cleverly carved with patterns of gold and silver lining the edges.
A single large window was the entrance to a large balcony, with a view that expanded out to the glittering sea.
A large, wooden cabinet and a small drawer chest were also in the room, filled with countless, beautiful outfits and gowns and expensive jewelry.
The young maiden could hardly breathe; treated like royalty was something that was new to her.
As numerous thoughts filled her curious and innocent mind, the door gradually opened and the young girl, snapping out of her reveries, immediately jumped out of the bed, ready in a fighting stance.
The door was now fully opened and there stood another young girl, a bit older than the resting one.
The girl, who was obviously a maid, according to her clothes, had short, fiery red hair and brown, shining eyes. She smiled amiably and curtsied before the young maiden.
"Ohayo! Watashi wa Higaneshi desu and I'm here to fetch you in the name of Prince Kurama."
The wind whipped against her charred, pale face that was delicate and rough at the same time.
Her baby blue hair was tangled in a disarray, but her candy lavender eyes still shone brightly, yet its luster represented fear and terror, not her usual bubbly personality.
Turning her head to glance quickly back, she could still see the flaming fires that had destroyed her only home, the sacred secret that had been keep hidden for thousands of years until now.
Now, it was the beginning of the end but she had to run, run for the sake of her people and the sake of herself.
It was unbearable; she could almost see her friends screaming in pain from the inferno touch of the flames and the shrill cries of help from her villagers.
And she could do nothing, nothing to help them escape and repay them for the sacrifices they had to make to allow her to escape.
Brushing away tears and shaking her head violently, the young girl continued to run, her vision becoming blurry and fuzzy.
Her power to live was strong but her adrenaline was weakening, her body giving out on the energy she used.
Instantly, as if a reaction, she touched the gold locket her mother had given to her before leaving, as if looking and searching lost hope.
Finally, her mind and will died, and she fell the to cold ground in a heap, slowly falling faster and faster into the void of pitch black darkness, where its end was never felt by her skin.
Desperately, she tried to stay alert but weakly continued to run and run until she saw a nearby castle, its lights were still on and with a final smile, the young girl, the last of her kind, ran towards it.
It was an unusually bright afternoon, the sun shining pleasantly upon the villagers of Ryu Kingdom, a peaceful and prosperous land, ruled by only just kings and queens.
The streets bustled with activity, markets laid upon the avenues, and peasants and lords alike shopping with one another in peace.
Above all the shops and houses was a large yet inviting castle where the royalty that ruled over Ryu Kingdom lived happily.
It looked over its land protectively, only making decisions that benefited its subjects. Upon the cobblestones of the markets was a certain young boy, who seemed strangely familiar to the people.
His long mane was scarlet red and his emerald eyes reflected the golden rays of the radiant sun.
Though he wore decent peasant wear, his appearance seemed to be aristocratic and lordly.
He was popular with all the subjects of the kingdom; making peace with them all and his smile seemed to give tranquility to the people.
Today, instead of visiting his friends of the market, the young boy strolled amiably upon the streets, enjoying the environments and the surroundings.
As if shattering the silence, he heard a cry near him and instantly looked around and saw a young girl being chased by a band of gangsters who appeared to be drunk.
The young boy decided to watch by the sidelines, not making an appearance yet.
Suddenly, the young girl tripped over a cobblestone and skidded across the street, her already torn dress receiving some more damage.
Her gaze from the ground instantly turned upward where a large brute was looking drunkenly down at her pretty yet dirty face.
Immediately, she balled her hands into small fists, just in case she had to resort to violence.
The large man smiled crookedly at her, as if examining a prize, a search the young girl didn't like at all.
In all of this, the young boy looked on in a small amusement, watching anxiously for the outcome, and he had the feeling he had to step in but it was only a feeling, a feeling that somehow nagged him to death.
Still keeping a poker, calm face, the young man continued to ignore the feeling and looked on the predicament of the young lady.
Her head span faster and faster with each inch she drew backwards and her legs were already tired.
She was helpless; her hope of finding shelter shattered the moment she had met this man.
After appearing out of the thick forest, she was exhausted but had unfortunately found herself face to face with this man, a very powerful gang leader who was undoubtedly drunk.
Though she was drained from energy, the young girl still ran until she wound up in the very spot she was inching away from on the cold, cobble street.
Her candy, fearful eyes scanned the crowd that had somehow formed around the two, hoping to find a person who was willing to help her.
Unfortunately, she found no one and her energy was all gone and she soon found herself stopping in her tracks, laying helplessly on the street, trying to protect herself from the thug, coming closer and closer.
Instinctively, she threw a single arm around her torso to protect herself, knowing that she couldn't escape from her situation now.
As she saw the thug advancing, her vision became blurry and fuzzy and she could feel herself being pulled into the state of unconsciousness.
But just before the gang leader cracked the whip upon her pale skin, she barely caught a glimpse of scarlet red and emerald orbs just before she slipped into the void of darkness.
The young man saw the drunken thug take out his long, leather whip and watched him descend it upon the helpless, unconscious lady.
He couldn't stand for it any longer and using super speed that was unheard of, he ran between the man and the lady and somehow knocked away the whip.
The man, shocked with surprise, didn't even realize when the young boy appeared in front of him and laid a powerful punch in the stomach.
In an instant, the thug fell backwards, out cold, and the young boy looked satisfied with his actions.
After clearing the large crowd of on-seers, the young man turned back to the young lady, who seemed to be resting, and kneeled down behind her.
He smiled inwardly at her sleeping figure, and how similarly she looked like a peaceful angel; instantly, he realized his previous thought and shook his head to get rid of his "foolishness."
Deciding wisely, he carefully picked her up in his arms and walked to the towering castle, that looked protectively upon the kingdom.
* The golden rays of the brilliant sun awoke her from her sleep. She slowly fluttered her eyelids, revealing her renewed lavender, candy eyes.
Though her head slightly throbbed, her tired body now felt completely fine.
The young girl instinctively moved her fingers on the surface beneath her, feeling a silky material and she instantly looked around her, her eyes opening very wide.
The room was absolutely grand and ostentatious; her bed was all ivory white, her sheets and blankets were made of pure satin and silk.
Her bed frame was wooden and cleverly carved with patterns of gold and silver lining the edges.
A single large window was the entrance to a large balcony, with a view that expanded out to the glittering sea.
A large, wooden cabinet and a small drawer chest were also in the room, filled with countless, beautiful outfits and gowns and expensive jewelry.
The young maiden could hardly breathe; treated like royalty was something that was new to her.
As numerous thoughts filled her curious and innocent mind, the door gradually opened and the young girl, snapping out of her reveries, immediately jumped out of the bed, ready in a fighting stance.
The door was now fully opened and there stood another young girl, a bit older than the resting one.
The girl, who was obviously a maid, according to her clothes, had short, fiery red hair and brown, shining eyes. She smiled amiably and curtsied before the young maiden.
"Ohayo! Watashi wa Higaneshi desu and I'm here to fetch you in the name of Prince Kurama."