Or rather, I'm currently sugar-high and sleep-deprived, thus making me inflict lots of pain upon my dear victi... readers.
Joy...
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"Mother..."
The flames were surrounding me. Hurting my eyes, the smoke from the burning houses choked and suffocated me. The screams and clashing of metal penetrated the grey veil, creating a sympathy of destruction. The red liquid splattered on the ground reflected the hellish dance cause by the destruction of everything I knew and loved.
I didn't take any notice.
"...Mother, wake up..."
She lay before me, like she was sleeping. Her eyes were closed, and her golden hair lay spread around her, and her pretty necklace shined. Mother always looked so pretty. I told her that she always looked like an empress, or a noble lady. She just smiled at me and asked if I was her little prince, before picking me up and holding me close. In her simple blue and white dress, I could imagine her walking into court, and everyone bowing before her.
Blue, while, and red now.
"...please..."
Why is she sleeping? Is she tired? The fires are coming closer, the screams dying away in a gurgle, and chilling laughter can be heard. Why won't she wake up, and take me away from the billowing cloud? Why isn't she holding me close and stopping me from hearing the screams?
"...Mummy, wake up...I'm scared..."
Footsteps come up from behind me. I turn around quickly. Maybe it's Dai Ku, the farmer's son. He can help me wake Mummy up! He can do anything! He once was able to lift me above his head!
But it's not him. An ugly face leers down at me, showing the two brown teeth that he has left! I backed away. He frightens me, Mummy, why aren't you waking up and getting him away from me! He turns around and calls out to someone, telling them to bring rope. I try to run, but he grabs me and holds me tight as I struggle. Another man came from behind me, a sword in his hand, stained red. He raises his hand, and as he brings it down, I look at Mummy one last time, pleading for her to wake up and help me. The blue scale on her necklace shined, and as I fell into darkness, that shine followed me until I could see no more.
"...Mummy..."
The figure in the bed woke suddenly, bringing a hand to his forehead. It's been a while since he had that dream. Looking towards the window, he noticed a faint light rising over the horizon. Soon, the palace will awake, and the backstabbing and boot-licking will begin. Fifteen years he had spent in this hellhole after his village was destroyed, first as a 'entertainment' slave to the emperor, now a general and a 'savior'. Little do these pathetic morons realise that death will soon be coming for them.
But for now, he had a job to do; keeping the miko placated, preventing bloodshed amongst the seishi, and covering all the different aspects of his plan. Seiryuu turning his back on him the day that he let the mother of one of his 'favoured' ones die. Soon, he would have his revenge on the Emperor, the Empire, even Seiryuu himself. He needed no one! Bringing his hand up to the blue scale necklace around his neck, he again vowed that the death of his mother and of the rest of the villagers will get vengeance. Turning his back to the light, he started to get dressed.
When he was done, he took one look in the mirror. There were no signs of his restless night, and seeing nothing out of place, he left the room. Seiryuu be damned, I don't need him.
As Nakago, Leader of the Seiryuu Seishi, left his apartment to start his day, he didn't notice the image of a man in the mirror look after him with a sorrowful gaze, his long blue hair flowing in the wind that could not be felt in that room.