Show: Inuyasha
Series: Tears Of A Miko
Story: To Melt
By. Tate Icasa
The river hasn't run for hundreds of years.
As long as the men can remember.
The rivermouth is frozen, top to bottom.
The sun shines down on it all day, the moon all night. But the river stays frozen.
The men downstream, on the other side of the dead land, are running out of water.
Soon, they will all die.
The browned-eyed Miko stares at the glaring ice.
She walkes out onto it, glides across the top.
Her face is sad. She mourns the villagers.
There is no breeze to blow here hair here, only stillness. All animals have left in search of water. The trees and plants are wilted and brown.
The Miko kneels in the middle of the river, her hand on its glossy surface.
She closes her eyes, and a singel silver tear slides down her cheek, lodgin itself in a ridge in the ice.
The Miko stands again, opening her eyes.
She turns and strides away from the ice.
She heads back towards the forest, towards the dead place, towards the village on the other side.
She never looks back.
The tear drop glistens in the sun.
It doesn't freeze, as one might expect.
Instead, it becomes larger. Just a little bit larger, but it was a start. Merely the begining of a tiny puddle.
For, you see, something
was begining.
The I was begining to melt.
