Zacura woke with a start. The dream had seemed so real. The same dream had haunted her ever since her master, Genki was murdered.
"It appears that the circumstances of the month are getting to me. No matter, the future is still unclear. But one thing is for certain; I will not die in the hands of the man that has been stalking me." She muttered angrily to herself. But Zacura merely shrugged off the pressure and sat up, rubbing her head. Her emerald colored eyes moved back and forth, scanning the landscape for danger before getting up and wading out into the river next to which she had slept the night before. Again, as in her dream, the water was cool against her skin. Tiny fish swam beneath her, showing their colors off to the sun. In return, the sun made the fish's scales glitter like millions of tiny disco balls. Today however, this did not comfort her. Zacura was too busy coping with very deep thoughts.
'Why did Toguro compliment me?' she though as she bobbed her head under the water.
'No.' she told herself, 'don't think of it like that. He was probably drunk for all I know, the sicko. It was probably nothing. Or was it?' She shrugged and emerged gracefully from the water. She quickly changed into cleaner dryer clothes and sat back down on the grass. All around her, roses were just beginning to bloom, birds sang songs to match their feathers, and miniature butterflies playfully around the meadow. Zacura stood, too impatient to sit and moved stealthily into the forest. Like a horse running through a field, she moved through the forest as if the trees, rocks, and roots weren't even there. Zacura was determined to catch up with her brother, Ryujiin, and two older sisters, Amara, and Hikaru. Zacura dashed by a clearing, vaulted over a bolder and landed not all so gracefully in a thorn bush.
"Ouch!#!" she cursed getting up and brushed the thorns out of her precious hair. And so, she continued through the forest, thorns and all. She sped up, jumping off of rocks and roots just as quickly as the ball of her foot touched the obstacles. Zacura barely had enough room and time to stop at the edge of the forest. One step further, and she would have been one unhappy, muddy camper.
"God damn rainy season. Always during the summer isn't it?" She proceeded slowly forward into the field, to avoid any more accidents. Suddenly, she tripped and fell several feet away. As she turned angrily to blast the offending object which had caused her to fall, her breath was caught in her windpipe. Holding her breath was the most and only thing she could do to keep herself from vomiting with shock and disgust.