This is a Final chapter... XD
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Chapter 11: Legend of the Yōkai
They searched far and wide for the Yōkai, but the cave was empty and their enemy gone, with no sign of their saviors ever found.
The years came and went and though they enjoyed an age of peace, with the pain lessening with each generation, the Hamato clan could not easily forget what they had lost.
Yet they passed on the tales to their children, ensuring the brothers were never forgotten, and it was during one of these years when the sister they had left behind sat on the edge of the pond, with her youngest great granddaughter, watching as she sang to the water and tended the flowers.
"Obasan?" The little girl called out suddenly, leaving the older woman to look toward her as she ran up with a concerned look about her.
"What is it?" She asked quickly, reaching out to take her in her arms as the child.
"It broke." She said around her tears, looking down at the object cupped in her hands, causing her grandmother to carefully move her fingers so she could see for herself, only to freeze in shock as she looked at the cracked glass vile that had once held the water collected from the now long lost Oracle, which had passed from mother to daughter for nearly four generations.
However the glass had forged specially for the purpose of protecting the sacred treasure, Miwa could see no reason for it to so suddenly give out – unless.
"Akira?" The old woman asked then, causing the little girl to look up at her with tears in her eyes. "Will you show me where it broke?" She requested and the child nodded before getting up to lead her grandmother to a patch of blue flowers and pointed at the spot, allowed Miwa to walked forward to look for herself.
It only took a moment for her to realize that the flowers she was looked at were of the same kind that she had brought her mother all those years ago, and it was here, near the base of the stems that she found it.
A small pearl-size bead of water, hovering gently over the ground in a perfect sphere
"What does it mean, Obasan?" Akira asked sadly, as she looked up at her again, but Miwa was momentarily distracted as she looked about the area for anything that was not normally there.
From the waters of the pond to the falling water that protected now protected nothing, everything seemed untouched, however as her line of sight continued to raise into the branches of the great wisteria tree; where four pieces of colored cloth had hung in memory of their lost family members, she could not help but gasp as she realized that the branch was bare.
It was with this discovery that the slight movement of cloth blowing in the wind caught her attention and she looked to the roof where four forms stood proud and tall; watching over all that lay under their protection.
"Obasan?" Akira asked again as Miwa smiled up at them, before looking back down at the little girl.
"Akira?" She asked gently as she brought the child into her arms and sat back on the ground to watch the magic of the little bead of water once again. "Have I ever told you the Legend of the Yōkai?"
Wow, I can't believe I finished it… XD
Hope everyone enjoyed the ride
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Obasan ~ Grandma
Akira ~ Bright, intelligent or clear.