The village of Hayasi slept peacefully under the canopy of the stars, the cool desert breeze rustling through the trees. Kihone, a young boy with a heart full of innocence, dreamed of the adventures he and his sister, Yuna, would embark on the next day. Little did he know that this night would forever shatter their world.
Suddenly, the air grew thick with a sense of impending doom. Dark figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a fanatic light. The Jashinists had come, their blades thirsting for blood and their hearts set on sacrifice.
A shriek pierced the night as the first of the cultists struck. Kihone's mother, with the ferocity of a lioness, shoved her son behind her, her eyes pleading with him to run. "Go, Kihone! Find Yuna and run!" she cried. Her voice was a mixture of fear and unwavering determination.
Kihone stumbled through the chaos, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Yuna, her eyes wide with terror, yet she clutched his hand with a strength he had never known. "Stay close to me," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.
They navigated through the burning village, the screams of the villagers echoing in their ears. The cultists were everywhere, their blades glinting in the firelight. Kihone's father appeared, his face grim and resolute. "Take your brother and get as far away as you can. Don't you dare look back," he commanded, his voice a lifeline amidst the chaos. He turned to face the oncoming cultists, ready to give his life for his children.
Kihone and Yuna ran, their small feet pounding against the ground. But the cultists were relentless. A group of them caught up, and in the ensuing struggle, Yuna was torn away from Kihone. "Yuna-neeee!" he screamed, his voice raw with despair. But his cries were drowned out by the chaos surrounding them.
As Kihone was pulled away by fleeing villagers, he saw Yuna one last time. Her eyes, once so full of kindness and mischief, now reflected the flames consuming their home. She was dragged away by the cultists, her face a mask of terror and resolve.
Kihone was carried to safety, his heart shattered, his mind reeling from the horrors he had witnessed. The village of Hayasi was no more, its people either slain or taken. And in the midst of the ruins, a brother and sister were torn apart, their fates forever altered by the darkness that had descended upon them.
