Chapter 3- You are the one!
Hi everyone…uh, just wanted to say that this will start getting exciting now. Oh, and I'm sorry it took me so long…. Uh…. I had to do an essay in school.
Saria walked fast up the mountain with her arms folded in her armpits. It was freezing cold, and Saria had little protection from it. Her baggy blue jean pants didn't seem to warm her at all. And her short sleeved shirt with the cat face on it made her think how foolish it was to go up this mountain, but she had to get half her soul back.
She rubbed her arms and then blew her breath into her hands. Her icy, blue lips quivered from her shattering teeth. She looked up as she neared this grand palace. Well, atleast in the beginning it was grand, but as she got a closer she noticed the hinges from the windows were starting to fall apart. The red and black paint was peeling off. Then when she finally stepped on the porch, it creaked.(this palace kinda looks like the one in the movie of inuyasha, like kaguyas palace)she looked around the Japanese- looking porch. She went to the right when she thought she saw a light.
She followed the path of the porch to a sudden, dark staircase. She climbed up the curved staircase. After awhile, she took a breath and looked up to see the final steps in front of her. She climbed them and finally reached the second floor. She looked down a lone, dark hallway with illuminating lights on the wall. She walked down the hallway, as a voice seemed to tell her so. She passed many doors, but she did not enter them. She only saw the one door at the end of the hall.
When she finally stopped at the door, her hand moved the knob and she entered the room. Her eyes didn't move to look at the strange creatures running for cover or the old woman in the dark corner of the room. Her eyes were only for the sword in the middle of the room. To her, it looked magnificent, but to the unimaginative mind it looked just like a rusty old sword.
She slowly walked to it, and when she was only about a foot away from it, she stopped. Her eyes took it in. The sword lay on a cylinder, stone structure, and it shined with light. The hilt itself was made of pure silver, and it had a clear stone in its middle. The stone looked a lot like a diamond. Both sides of the stone had a dark shaded emerald. The sword itself was rusty and old, but Saria felt some kind of power illuminating off it.
Her hand reached for the hilt, but a crackle voice interrupted her movements.
"I wouldn't do that unless you have complete confidence that you're the chosen," said the voice as an old woman stepped into view. Saria stepped back cautiously and almost stepped an odd creature. Saria let out a shriek as she almost fell over. She looked around and saw a squirrel with two tails scurrying off. Her eyes widened.
"That is what happens to people, who are not the chosen that touch the hilt," the old woman said as Saria looked at her. The old woman was wearing baggy, red pants and a white tunic. The woman's gray hair was in a braid down the small of her back. Her kind eyes were a misty gray and her skin was a olive, white color. Her face showed lines of age, but her face showed signs of wisdom and kindness. Saria bowed in respect.
The old woman smiled and said," You are the first one to actually show me such respect, child." The old woman looker her over.
"Are these animals really people," Saria asked in shock. The old woman nodded.
"Child, you have such fair skin, and your hair is an extraordinary color," the old lady exclaimed. "And those clothes, why you must be freezing cold." The old woman scurried out of the room and brought back a blanket. She covered Saria, and took her hands and rubbed them.
"Where are you from, dear," the old hag asked. Saria looked up.
"Well, originally from America, but now I live in Japan," she said
"America? Japan?" the woman said. It dawned on Saria that she may be in another world.
"I guess you could say I'm not from around here," Saria said mysteriously.
"Hmmm…. You may then be the one, dear," the old woman said.
"Be the Chosen," the girl questioned.
"Yes, it is prophesies that the Chosen lives in another dimension," said the old person (got to say something other than old woman)
"Dimension, time, place, past," Saria exclaimed. "Do you know what a hanyou is?" The lady looked at her funny.
"Well, yes, it's a half demon and a half human," she said.
"Then I must be in the past not a different world," Saria exclaimed. The old lady looked at her silently. Saria got up and walked back to the sword.
"Maybe I am the Chosen," she said. "And I've got to take chances; my soul is in Naraku's hands." The old woman's eyes widened in shock.
"Naraku has your soul," she asked.
"Well, half of it," Saria said.
"You were planning to give him the sword," the old woman exclaimed.
"Yes," Saria said regretfully. The old woman looked down, ashamed at her.
"I'm sorry," Saria said. The old woman looked up.
"Child, you are still immature, but the Shikon Tu Nama sword is a very powerful wishing sword," the lady said. "And if it got in the wrong hands, the world would be doomed."
"Wishing sword," Saria questioned.
"You can make one wish if you are the chosen or if the chosen gives the wish to someone else," the lady said.
"Maybe if I'm the Chosen then I could wish half my other soul back," Saria said as she looked at the sword.
"If you promise never to give the sword to anyone then I would go ahead and grab it," said the old woman. Saria looked at sword again and slowly walked towards it.
"I have to take chances," she said as she grabbed the hilt. A bright light flashed around her and she cried out in pain as she felt her body began to change. The old woman watched in amazement as Saria's body began to change.
Lol…cliffhanger…Sorry for the wait…. I'm grounded from the Internet for a month…. Good thing school is in…. Or you would have to wait for a long time…. Oh, and this story wouldn't be a story if Saria turned into an animal…Hint, hint….'Til next time!