Darkness covered the landscape of feudal Japan. Silence lay heavily over the land like a dark cloud, emanating from the earth itself. The October wind lashed out against the dead trees and the weathered rocks. Rain poured down in torrents from the cloud-covered, green-gray sky. The greedy earth swallowed up the long awaited water like an oppressed slave, catching the unshed tears of humanity on a splitting tongue. Amidst the gale, a solitary figure sat alone, seemingly frozen in time and thought. Tears swathed her face like rivers of despair spilling from her wide, golden eyes that were deep wells of shadows and pain. Her hands were stained with blood and it covered the ground, seeping under the leaves and the twigs that layered themselves over the rich, black dirt. In her hand, she held a gleaming dagger, razor sharp and shining with blood. The raindrops washed away tiny, winding trails through the thick red fluid. The blood dripped off of the tip of the blade and spattered the young woman's lap with crimson speckles. A sneer curled around her pale peach-colored lips, distorting her face. A sly chuckle accompanied it, and her hand gripped tighter on the dagger that she grasped in her right hand. Slowly she raised the razor sharp blade to her throat, stopping as the finely honed blade came into contact with her pale skin. She growled in pure disgust, removing the dagger from her throat.
"Damn you, immortality…" She sighed, flinging the dagger into the swirling gloom of the stormy night. Her eyes slowly closed and darkness enveloped her.
