I would like to just mention that this story was mainly inspired by the fabulous Disney movie Mulan
(Which in no shape or form do I own)
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or Mulan or Disney so don't prosecute me I am just an innocent fan of all three.
A Maiden Among the Weeds
By:pink-strawberries
Chapter one: The Scar of Revenge
The raging fire burned with no mortal end behind a small crowd of people whose gaze was not deflected in any way by their uncomfortable surroundings.
A woman and four soldiers stood a striking distance apart, with the four soldiers challenging the woman who clasped a small pocket knife tightly in her solid paw.
Screams of men, women and children echoed incoherently as their homes were burnt to ash by a crimson flame that plummeted the roves of the feeble mud huts, spreading like a desert fire.
Soldiers clad in tan skirts with bear chests pointed their spears in presage at the individual victims who tried to escape the massacre, or those that stumbled accidentally away from the orders of the armed soldiers.
Each soldier wore a tightly expressed blank and barren look on their dark and weary faces, children hollered in freight and pain tightly squeezing their parent's waists.
The woman wore a cream dress that flared all the way down to her shins, the unmovable look that was plastered on her face showed courage.
But she was easily outnumbered. Her pale blue irises seldom shifted their uncanny gaze at the four soldiers standing triumphantly a short distance before her.
Her charcoal coloured hair swished slightly in the intense breeze, the ash and dust on the dirt ground blended into a slight tornado caressing her pale and scratched legs.
The young woman's eyebrows lifted and squashed together in an untidy bunch revealing and emphasizing the torment and frustration that pulsated through her youthful body.
Her long waist length hair shook isolated strands of hair onto her pale complexion causing her eyes to flicker in annoyance, but the hollow pupil never shifted their solid positions.
The four soldiers that stood before her held large spears, all four of the spears held a light speck of blood that dripped evilly from their newly sharpened tips.
The four men easily over towered her like a tree over a bush, but this obvious unfairness of size didn't by the faintest meaningfulness cause the young maiden of fair height to lose concentration and drown herself in fear.
She didn't by the slightest millimeter flinch in uncertainty. Courage burned resolutely on her pale irises.
Her pale paw held the small silver dagger tightly, pressing her fingers positioning them around its tiny gaps. The fire that continued engulfing the town reflected clearly on her shiny sky blue cornea, the four soldiers weren't flinching either staring at the girl's tight gaze as though she would never blink.
Her rosy lips turned a surprising shade of light purple, and the sides of her lips drooped downwards into a bored frown.
The smoke choked the living breath out of the panicking victims that had being grasped by the smokes seductive fumes.
The black smoke just brushed the sides of the woman's face, but its ineffectiveness wore the patience right out of the soldiers' solid physiques. Two of the four ungentle men gritted their yellow teeth in spite, she was a strong ox but not unbreakable.
The soldier furthest to the right made the first move to break the groups childish stupidity to stare unblinkingly at a mere victim of the majesties needs.
She was just a throw away necessity that had no other important needs left. Her fate was as good as a decaying corpse.
She knew this as well as anybody but the truth wasn't going to stop her, and she would acerb hold on to her own desired fate, until the other caught up with her, even then she would fight to the very extent, until the boulder fell, giving up was unimaginable.
The chafed soldier trusted his right hand instantaneously at the woman's torso. Her reflexes were sharp, and almost immediately dodged the attack, but the metallic edge of the blade made slight contact with her upper arm, tearing her shirt and revealing a minor crevasse on her left arm.
The rip startled her insignificantly her body shivered a little, before resuming to their previous position. The blood leaked down her arm staining a long track of red, her gaze shifted, her eyes and body twitched in a light stinging on her cut.
Her grip on the gold plated knife tightened, her feet slid further apart, and her arm lifted swiftly. She pounced on the man on the furthest left, and plunged her dagger unknowingly into a random spot anywhere that she could pierce.
The man roared in affliction, earning the attention of the other three men around him. All three grabbed the girl by her charcoal hair and tugged it with all their strength; the impulse caused tears to swell in her widened eyes.
The pain soon drowned and her dagger was retrieved from the soldier's left shoulder, the blood-smeared knife the fear of her killings had made her unable to think rationally.
The dilemma in her blood stained hands pounded within her frail heart and the knife of death, was swished wildly in the transparent air.
The three uninjured soldiers dodged her mad attacks, while she stood only a foot away form them. Her mind went numb she couldn't think the uneasiness was like a tumor pressing down her blood circulation, constricting her within her own mind.
One of the three soldiers grabbed her arm and the second followed suit, signaling the third soldier to cut the thorns and shatter the glass.
The neatly sharpened spear was held tightly against the soldier's callous hand, within a second or less the gleaming point of its obelisk smashed vigilantly into the woman's lower abdomen.
The distracted woman finally woke to the pain, its immortal emotion aghast her entire body, protruding her teary eyes and tensioning her worn out muscles.
Blood spurted out from the puncture, the moment it made contact and flowed faster and quicker that the Nile. The soldier was slightly splattered with blood but nothing compared to the woman below him, he retrieved his long spear from within her stomach and caused more pain to be indulged in.
The woman screamed continuously in tired agony, but life was taking its toll, nature had given up, and her fate has finally caught up with her.
Her courage was blocked and fear, pain, misery seeped though the cracks, it was the Armageddon of her life, no-one can live to say she wasn't brave, but mother earth and the three fates just teased with her, playing with her nothingness.
It was a nightmare to see, no one deserved this kind of bullying, to be bullied by the ones that control our lives, our fate, our emotions it was pure spite.
But when they choose their victims, no debate could change their ironic point of views, impossibility became possible and the heavens would continuously flip from good to evil.
The fourth injured soldier lay motionlessly in a dirty heap on the sandy Egyptian ground wind blew his dead hair and the sun smeared his dead face.
The other three soldiers merely wept for their friend this was war conditions a loss of life was to be expected, but to be killed by a woman in her attacks angered the strong bold men, they only believed to die in a fair battle and women fought no battles at all, they were weaklings of nature.
The soldier pinning down her right arm immediately, growing tiresome of her continuous whining. With the pinnacle of his right foot he kicked her wound almost enjoyably, smirking as her face creased surprisingly and her torn arms protectively hugged her wounded flesh.
The godly liquid that sustains ones life cascaded beautifully down her shirt on to her shivering thighs, the pool of brilliant red made the soldiers cringe slightly, but disgust was not always avoidable.
The soldiers withdrew slightly when her hands full of pain started to tremble, her entire body followed in queue, her body shoke like an enormous spasm overtaking stability.
Her bloody fingers spread long streaks of rouge onto the pinpoints of her cheekbones, the skin on her face stretched brokenly.
Life was becoming a mystery, death was turning into a clear painting, all she could see was her old life, the life that was evidently falling off the cliff, her loved ones, her family was only a dim light swallowed by the redness of pure death.
Her life was a Mona Lisa smile turned into a hasty frown; her large eyes perfected by her painter closed its born gaps. Fate caught up with her and proudly overtook her physically tortured body; her life was sucked right out of her sensitive veins and arteries.
Breath escaped her dying lungs, tears dried into mere salt crystals, pricking her deoxygenated skin life was simply not worth living anymore. The elders that bullied her grew bored and just uninterestedly threw her decaying corpse away.
The soldiers grimaced a look of victory; the woman was near the purest extent of eternal matrimony and they had finished what was to be done.
The finishing touch of varnish, the final sprinkle of icing sugar. The ox has been tamed, not virtually but it was enough to be enough. The soldiers argued to who would carry her corpse, all three was concentrated in a lively game of loser takes all.
Their game faces showed their anxiety but who ever was to carry death, it did not sediment ally matter all that was important was what they would expeditiously do to her shell.
The taller soldier lost the lively game and was mocked to carry her physical body; he groaned in bitterness, he wasn't enjoying the job of a slave.
But what the master commanded was statute, he randomly grabbed her small body and carried her like a bag of waste.
Her head dangled uncomfortably and her arms swayed lifelessly, the limps muscles of her legs went soft and her eyes rolled backwards, like a sleeper of eternity.
To the soldiers dislike blood was stained on his war attire, the blood tainted clothes of the fates recent victim was eventually starting to harden but fresh blood continued to flow, this was much deeper in colour in comparison to her previous loss of blood.
Her matte black hair was tangled with blood and her conjunctiva shut her tourmaline blue eyes tight. The soldier carried her thoughtlessly in his arms detesting every moment of contact with an unliving being.
The other two men followed in queue, the seldom look of gaze on their anguished faces, were hid drearily by their downcast expression.
Their heads bowed in salute almost feeling remorseful for the poor creature, it was not out of hate or revenge did they cast their spears it was a order, a order of kill all leave no remainders, no prisoners, no nothing except death.
The fire that once raged immortally before the young girls death, had died down, sparks of flame still grew on the ash filled town but there wasn't much to feed its hungry appetite, there was nothing worth holding on to left.
Dark bundles of black coal like ash rose magnificently to the ocean blue sky, obstructing the suns peculiar rays, shadowing the dead town in an eerie darkness.
You would think a dead town would have dead bodies lying in their positions where they breathed their last breath, but this town was emptied of corpses it was almost like it contained no inhabitants.
Only a warm duvet of ash and leftover splinters from the obliteration of eternal flame, no bodies scattered the grounds as expect, not a single soulless creature.
The three soldiers glanced cautiously at their surroundings watching out for any dead ends or escaped corpses that are meant to be dead.
The one carrying the death-pale lady walking in front, obviously promoting his bravery, his giant steps made the other two to copy and keep up to motion, they hid behind him like utter cowards.
The brave leader carefully maneuvered his way around the burnt huts and other items, undetectable because of their deformity, his free hand grabbed a plank of wood and shooed away the newly emitted fire.
He charged ahead of the other soldiers who all panicked with cowardice and fear of the scorching fire, the giant of a human marched a short distance away form the ash town.
He spotted a tunnel and motioned the other two to follow. They did obediently as they were told. The dark hole made it gravely impossible to see but a light at the further end of its long boundaries was seen.
The three soldiers marched on, as their footsteps quickened the light at the end of the darkness grew bigger, swallowing the dark overture.
Following precautious in their dim shadows a cotton haired man, held the diminutive hand of a juvenile urchin. The grayness of his pupils almost blended in with the rest of his eyes, the whiteness of his hair was illuminated in the pitch of darkness.
A young child walked silently beside him, her wide eyes were obstructed with fear and confusion, and the dark hair on her small head was diminished by the complete darkness that drowned every corner.
The softness of their footsteps silenced noise; the soldiers never realized another presence. The light of the room reached full view, the image widened the mouths of all three of the soldiers, even the one of the giant hung in shock.
The rooms brick walls was almost inch by inch splattered by blood, the light bounced off the redness and swallowed the large room in a blurry maroon shade.
A huge cauldron stood centrally in the middle of the large room, detached body part spewed from the stew the cauldron was cooking, flame ignited at the bottom of the large pot. The flesh and other pieces of human corpses bobbed lively in the crimson mixture.
An elderly man camouflaged by a tan robe stood diligently next to the cauldron his white hair fell in long strands, untidily onto his leathery face.
The edges of his eyes and mouth were covered by messy masses of crows feet and smile lines, though one would wonder why his grim features showing no sign of happiness and glee, rather a face of malice and pure abominate could ever wear fine lines at the edges of his lips.
The three soldiers walked uneasily desperately avoiding the unnecessary attention of the old man; his unmoving glance was carefully inspected as the three walked incoherently.
The robbed man shifted his bent head and showed his decaying face, both of his serpentine brown eyes stared unnoticeably at the three soldiers, his gaze shot right though the fear growing steadily on their masculine complexion.
The three soldiers prostrated honorably at the feet of the elderly man, the giant-like soldier held the corpse of the girl in front of him, his hard eyes dared not look up.
"Sir I have brought the last of the towns people" his voice was bold but uneasiness could be detected, and that is what satisfied the elderly man.
"It took you stupid pigs long enough, how hard could it be to slay a mere girl" the aggravation in his stomach rose sufficiently to the surface.
His brown eyes flared red and his lips parted, showing his large fangs on either side of his mouth.
"It took you four, the time it took your pairs to annihilate the whole town, for you to kill one measly.......". The fine lines at the far side of his attenuate lips, lifted barely seeable for the human eye.
"I see there is only three, what happened to the Matar?" the old man questioned with curiosity defined simply in his harsh voice. "Sirr ... heee wass killed........" the bold man stammered, his articulate pride was shattered, he was wise enough to know something to his dislike was about to surface.
The old man turned his heavy head to face the snow white in front of him, "I presume, by this young, dead maiden before me?" his voice turned a dynamic crescendo right the way down a rocky cliff. "I asked you lot of pigs a question, don't you dared ignore me. I could sentence you to death, and the genius thought still lingers in my mind".
"Ye..e..ss, my lord" the three replied simultaneously, the uneasiness and reconciliation in their monophonic voices replied, dearly for their lives were dangling on a thin piece of bread.
"As I suspected you bunch of fools are worth nothing and can do nothing other than drop your heads, or become mummified alive". The bottled up anger rose as swiftly as his voice, his eyes stared like a dead mans last sight, trying to read the obvious expressions on the three men's faces.
"Sorr..y sir it's jus..." the elder refused to be submerged in the alibis of incompetent fools, his robe swished madly around in mid air, his arms in a dysfunctional position.
"Just throw snow white into the red sea", his agile pace muffled the last words as he slithered off immediately without a half glance. The three soldiers stood silently transfixed on the warlock surroundings, the giant one was staring smirking at the other two.
"I carried her here, it is only just if you two do the rest" this was not said in suggestion, it was a command.
The two smaller inexperienced soldiers, merely nodded in agreement, an argument in this underground chamber would cost them more than a dirty hand, much; much more.
The two looked like Siamese twins as they lifted the youth sturdily with their quivering arms, their build was not strong, an onlooker would wonder why they would even think of becoming a soldier; it wasn't in their genes.
They look malnourished, and tiny for their age, common signs of poverty; they had to become a slave they were captivated by poverty.
The solemn look on their heavy faces, grew stronger they hesitated to throw her in, she was indeed a beautiful specimen of nature, but the lousy fact was she was already dead; and they weren't in any mind about to get premature mummification to save a dead girls body.
All three of the men hung their heads in silence and the only noise in the whole room was the crackling of the fire, they waited for what seemed like a century; their arms turned numb.
"I think it is time, just throw her in". The giant soldier whispered.
"May she live a better life elsewhere in a more decent dwelling and gain absolute happiness; happiness that never fully mature in this life, Gods bless her after life".
The final wishes made and all was set off with a stone heart. The two holding on to her, one holding her legs while the other clasped tightly onto her dead shoulder, throw her softly into the boiling mass of magma-shaded liquid.
Her body disintegrated the moment it touched the heated surface, her arm bobbed many times before capsizing into oblivion. The water rose sue to its new guest, a guest that will stay far beyond her watery death.
A tear might have been shed among the men, but all tried desperately to hide their sudden sparse of sadness, they uncomfortably made their way diligently towards the same pathway the elderly scorn previously walked through.
No one noticed a perennial cascade of tears, flowing out of ones eyes, the tears splashed the immoral ground and cleansed that very spot it landed on. But the being that shed the tear was gone, left like a walking angel, disappeared like an indistinct ghost.
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Broken pots of bitter substance littered the unkempt walkway; a group of young females dressed in white sequined tops with carefully braided hair stood seductively waiting for a host.
Men in white and tan shorts walked uneasily down the busy road, their red eyes squinted ghastly at the pass byres, a couple might even tap the girls with tassels and sequins on their wriggling posteriors.
Loud sounds of shattering clay and screams of indecisiveness rattled the squashed huts of the small town.
Children with small knives chased younger children in confusing circles, and horse feces littered the unwashed and noisy roads.
Items big and small were dropped onto the street and occasionally hit people unexpectedly, and large pools of urine were deposited rudely and the side of the narrow roads.
Weapons were abandoned on sidewalks some still held the dry stain of blood, others the blood was still fresh.
A youth walked gallantly, unfearing of the road she stood on, the town she inhabited in, courage and power blew in her tranquil blue and gray eyes.
Her fiery hair stopped at her slim waist, her clothes were plain and boyish; only consisting of a tan tunic and white shit underneath, laid together with a clean pair of sandals.
Eyes followed her presence, but she barely gave them any thought, her grace and strides were of great power, it was shown on her iris, the very birth right she held, everyone knew her and all made way for her honorable pace.
The gaze she shot at civilians was almost intimidating, but she was only a girl.
Well what did you guys think, I know this chapter went on and on and on and nothing much happened but in future chapters it should hopefully get better.
I will get together the next chapter as fast as I can {no promises} so yah
Till next time adios!
A/N i would like to dedicate this new and improved chapter to Yamiko Yakou she saved me and my torment of stupidity.