“This is the last straw” a young woman with fox ears and tail wearing a white dress screams as the air around her began to spiral
she places her staff in the ground
a cruel brute of a man looks at her in disbelief weilding a club like sword over his head
the pendent around her neck begins to slowly glow a bright red
dark flames encircle her body
“this isnt the first time ive need to summon these powers”
her mind slips into memories
many years ago
there is a small village with many huts with fox people running around, the elder ones caring for the younger generation
a lone mother walks hand in hand with her young pup
her daughter wears a white dress and a tiny pendent around her neck
she smiles so peacefully walking with her mother
the village is at peace
but in a flash a rain of flaming arrows comes down from the sky
the huts begins to catch on fire
men carrying weapons begin to invade the small village
they scream words of eliminating a potential menace
some shout words of treasure and fame
the mother runs and tries to hide her child, whos screaming and crying
these strangers run around killing the men
some capture females and take them screaming for help
the men begin to eliminate the children one by one
one man sees the mother of the child and runs towards her and her child
the mother screams as she tries to stop the man
she manages to push him back, causing him to drop his staff like weapon
the mother cries leave her child alone
her cries go unheard as the man pulls out a small dagger from his boot and stabs the mother in the heart
her child cries as she falls to the ground
her mother says only four words
“Be strong, my baby”
the life slowly fades from her eyes
the man looks at the child and readies his dagger
the child picks up the staff and tries to drive him away
he laughs at her efforts
she cries and screams for her mother
her pendent slowly begins to glow as the air spirals around her
the man screams profanity trying to make sense of what is happening
back in the present
the brute like man tries to run and knock her down before she can continue
but before he can take a step
sharp blade like sensation past his face
her hair turns as blue as clear water
and all at once the world stops as she stares at the brute
“tell the man who killed my mother,” she stares him in the eyes
“nineteen down thirty four more to go”
a pulse is felt in the air
the man is shot back into a nearby tree
he screams as his body is torn apart
silence
the young fox woman begins to walk away
her pure white dress unstained
her hair still shining blue
her pendents glow beginning to fade
she clutches the staff in her hand and begins to leave
and in another pulls out a heartshaped book with these words written across its cover
“Never forget”
 kittara_jaganshi · Sun Feb 04, 2007 @ 07:10pm · 0 Comments |
