Stars sparkled in the night sky. And every so often, one would swiftly shoot across a portion of the horizon. The sky was full of mysteries, the suspiciously luminous yet dim light radiating from the moon to the faint tint of dark orange-red on a star. It was mysterious, yet mysteriously beautiful. She didn't know what lay beyond her field of vision in that vast dark sky, but she often nurtured the thought.
Earth at night time was not as beautiful. It was dark, yes. Pretty, maybe. But the darkness on the earth was not the same as that familiar entrancing shade of bluish black. It was threatening. Menacing. Beckoning a soul to walk the wrong path. But what exactly is the wrong path?
Creatures danced, they walked, they crawled, they were perched on shoulders of those who were once innocent, but now were no more. They came in all shapes, all sizes, all colors. But they were all ugly. All evil. These creatures were particularly active during the night time. And she swore she could hear deep, distorted voices speaking evil from their devilish mouths. But she couldn't be sure. Perhaps it was her overactive imagination from walking late at night. Perhaps.
She held her rusted, old lantern in front of her, careful to keep an eye out for danger and not to trip. She clutched a large bowl of corn, wheat, and rice tightly to her right side, with enough force that it wouldn't fall. Over her thin left shoulder slung a bag filled with food she'd bought at the market. Berries, fruits, meat, bread and premium mochi hand crafted by the priest at the local shrine. Her pink kimono fostered dirt stains, along with many splotchy, faded red stains she'd gotten from tripping over her sandals and falling on spilt raspberries.
The late air was cold, piercing her skin and causing her nose to be numb and runny. It was horrible really, she didn't have any cloths ready at home. She shivered, her teeth chattering being the only audible noise in the open night. It was eerie. Surely there would be some other noise. Even a wolf howling in the distance is better than strict silence, she thought to herself sheepishly. Nonetheless of her discomfort, she pressed on. She walked along with her slow pace but it seemed with every foot fall she grew increasingly apprehensive. There was a feeling. She didn't know what it was, or how it came about; but she felt it. It wasn't good. She couldn't put these feelings into coherent thoughts, but when she was able; her heart stopped momentarily.
There's someone- or something here.
She was frozen with fear. She craned her neck left and right to see who- or what- was accompanying her. She began to panic, with every movement, every twitch of her body only sent stronger waves of anxiety through her. She clutched the bowl until her fingers turned white, and squinted her eyes shut. I'm going to die here…
"What are you doing, Hiiro?" a male voice questioned from behind her. It was cold, emotionless. The tone was low, and sounded distant. It sent shivers down her spine.
She looked up and she saw her, a girl, about the age of fourteen or fifteen, crouching next to a flower. She wore a white kimono, wrapped with a red and white obi. Her hair was short, with bangs and a small cloth crown. She glowed. Not just in a metaphorical sense, but this girl emitted light. Enough to see that the ground where she had been standing had died. "Flowers are so pretty.." she started.
"Too bad they die so easily."
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Hi. This is my first fic lol. Sorry if it ain't good. I'm writing it cuz I want to, nonetheless I hope y'all like it. I am Ijna, nice to meet you.