IMPORTANT!: So. I haven't updated in a while. There are a whole bunch of reasons why, but to sum it all up, majorly serious shit has been going down throughout my whole summer. One of those issues includes my grandma, who had an extremelyclose brush with death recently. She's, alive, currently, but there are still quite a few problems.
Anyway, I'm sure none of y'all are interested in that. The main reason for this note is to say that I will not be abandoning this story. I just... I need a bit of time to get my act together. The next update will come, just, don't expect it to be soon.
For those of you who have been patiently waiting for this good for nothing authoress, here are a few brief snippets of the next chapter, which is monstrous in its length. So sorry for the wait.
When she had died in her past life, Kaida had never thought that it could ever come to this. The feeling of losing her family again all in one fell swoop was much too familiar, and quite frankly, she was oh so tired of it. Tired of all the violence in this shitty world, how death was so common that no one ever blinked an eye at it anymore. Weary of fearing for her life because of the blood that ran through her veins and ancient grudges that others held against her clan.
To sum it all up, she was fed up with this all this bullshit.
Amaya glanced at her necklace sitting in her hand. It's appearance was exactly the same same as her children's, complete with a subtly hidden tracking seal inscribed in the back. Clan pride wasn't the only reason in her mind when she gave the twin's their necklaces.
She watched, her palm that had the pendent sitting perfectly still as she focused intently on the pendent. Great care was taken to keep her hand level, because if it wasn't, the results would be compromised, and more time would be wasted in following the false lead.
It shifted ever so slightly to the right, the long distance between it and the twin's matching pendents causing Amaya's to stir feebly towards its matches.
'Right,' Amaya thought grimly, setting out in the revealed direction. Thank Kami she gave the twins their necklaces, just in case if they were ever separated.
As she set a fast pace towards her (dear, oh so precious) children, she steadfastly ignored the searing pain in her chest, wiping away the blood that continued to leak from the corner of her lips. Right now, her children was her first priority, and some injury, potentially fatal or not, was not going to stop her.
Her clothes crackled from the dried blood.
She was so fucking weak.
It left a bitter taste in her mouth when she admitted it to herself. This wasn't some fictional world where people could do anything just because they had enough will power. This was a world where the only way to protect others was to become powerful, enough that the willpower could be backed up.
Power. That was what she needed.