Dreams
I am flying. I am a dragon. I am powerful. I am beautiful. I can feel the sun glinting off my scales. I can feel the wind rushing by my body. The sun is glorious. I am flying towards it. I am so close.
I feel pain. My sinuous body becomes ungainly. I have wings. I am no longer flying with magic, but with feathered wings. My vision turns colorless.
I gasp. Shock. An arrow protrudes from my downy breast. I fall. The earth reaches up to meet me.
Thud. I lie there. My body is broken. I can sense people around me. Standing, bows drawn arrows cocked.
Boots. A mans boots. A hand grabs my around my long neck. I am lifted.
-'Nakago.'- I recognize the shogun. -'Why?'- I stare into emotionless eyes.
Bones snap. Darkness
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"Ryo Chuin?" There is such love in that voce. Only one person would care that much.
-'Mother?'- I crack my eyes open. Those brown eyes are so familiar.
A hand on my forehead.
I jerk.
-'Don't touch me!'-
More hands, strong hands. Holding my wrists. A weight across my legs. A man. I thrash.
"Damn it hold still!"
My body is weak. I twist and writhe, trying to free myself. "No! No, no!" They wont let go. I see the man's smile.
I feel the man's body on me, in me, everywhere. I cannot breath. I am suffocating. Darkness.
I cower. I cry.
I see the paint. I create the mask. I become the illusion.
I am flying. I am a dragon. I am powerful. I am beautiful. I can feel the sun glinting off my scales. I can feel the wind rushing by my body. The sun is glorious. I am flying towards it. I am so close.
I feel pain. My sinuous body becomes ungainly. I have wings. I am no longer flying with magic, but with feathered wings. My vision turns colorless.
I gasp. Shock. An arrow protrudes from my downy breast. I fall. The earth reaches up to meet me.
Thud. I lie there. My body is broken. I can sense people around me. Standing, bows drawn arrows cocked.
Boots. A mans boots. A hand grabs my around my long neck. I am lifted.
-'Nakago.'- I recognize the shogun. -'Why?'- I stare into emotionless eyes.
Bones snap. Darkness
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"Ryo Chuin?" There is such love in that voce. Only one person would care that much.
-'Mother?'- I crack my eyes open. Those brown eyes are so familiar.
A hand on my forehead.
I jerk.
-'Don't touch me!'-
More hands, strong hands. Holding my wrists. A weight across my legs. A man. I thrash.
"Damn it hold still!"
My body is weak. I twist and writhe, trying to free myself. "No! No, no!" They wont let go. I see the man's smile.
I feel the man's body on me, in me, everywhere. I cannot breath. I am suffocating. Darkness.
I cower. I cry.
I see the paint. I create the mask. I become the illusion.