End of Twilight
By Crimson Tears
Chapter two
10 years later.
The sun shone through the dark seaport fog as the local fishermen boarded their ships. In over 6 years of war, nothing in Amatsu has changed. Life was just a word for the endless cycle that took over the days. Two small shadows walked along the beach. The waves crashed rhythmically alone the shore, washing over two pair of small footprints in the sand.
Koran looked up from his painstaking work of counting the fish stocks. Jobs were limited nowadays, and with three children at home, he must continue his unmoving work. As he sat in the shade for a drink of water, he noticed a small child looking at the live fish in his tanks. The child was no different then the usual bunch that crowded around the live stocks. However, he thought this one looked overly humble, not that anyone else on the isle is doing well, though.
The child was a little girl no older then five. Koran walked towards her. "The fish is pretty good this week, don't you think?" The child made no reply. She turned her head to look up at the man. Koran was stunned. Thick bloody cloths covered the child's eyes. He stepped back. As if she knew he was appalled by her appearance, the girl lowered her head.
Koran's heart nearly broke at the pitiful sight. He went down on one knee, and knelt besides the youngster. "Where are your parents little girl?"
"I don't have any."
After a moment of unbearable silence, Koran began again, only this time hesitant about what he is saying.
"Who is taking care of…"
Before he could finish the sentence, a boy around the same age appeared. His face was that of an infant, yet his hair was wispy and white. This youth took the little girl by the hand and began walking down the beach again.
"Hey!"
Koran was now very perplexed. He chased after the children. "Where are your guardians? I can help you…" A black shadow blurred his vision. In that instant, the children were gone. Koran sat down in the damp sand. A look of utter wonder and terror was stretched upon his face.
The man was gone now. I feel safer. But I think he was… trying to help. Brother, can you tell me where we are heading. My head aches and my legs are tired. I don't think "it" likes to be tired. I think "its" hungry now as well. It's becoming quite a burden keeping "it" happy.
Morning
The local fishermen encircled the beach. Koran was among them. The waved tore around the bewildered group, washing away any evidence of disturbance in the sand before them. Everyone was still as they stared at the beached whale. It was not uncommon for a whale to beach itself. But the massive chunk of missing meat from its back suggested something beyond normality.
"Maybe someone tried to hunt whales early this season," a fisherman suggested. "Then why would they leave more then half the meat there?" another argued. "Besides, who can hunt a whale overnight, and without me noticing? I was guarding the port all night!" "Maybe you took a nap again?" quipped another.
Finally, to avoid a fight, someone suggested that the leftover meat be divided among them. The meat was fresh and is would be such a waste in a time like this. Some went back to the main village to get their families to help. Koran's wife ran to him.
"Isn't it wonderful? We never had such good luck." She ran off again to get their son to help.
Koran stood there for a moment, letting everything sink in. There was something odd about this whole thing. He turned towards the whale and saw the green waves wash something ashore. He quickly went over to pick up the sand washed white clothe as every sensation disappeared from his body.
A pair of shadows watched him from afar.
A.N:
That took forever to post.--'' Here it is, everyone, the story with an author's note that's longer then the story itself. Thank you ZeroStalker for your kind review :) and thank you Tom for taking your time to read this piece of garbage and for inspiring me with your awesome Crimson Twilight series!
Ps. if anyone sees a problem with the story, again feel free to critique and correct. I won't hold anything against you. You'll be doing me a favor really. :)
