Thursday, July 22, 2004

2 fan-fic: The Village
Chisaki crouched at a river running toward a village that she was familiar with and drank thirstily. She had run all the way down the mountain without stopping. It was mid-day now and Chisaki was starving! She splashed her face with the cool water and stood. She realized that she had left the training grounds unprepared; she had only brought Mekoru, the sword made from her own fangs. She looked down the river toward the village and decided to look for help from them. She sighed as she looked at her hands, she hated transforming, but the villagers were a lot more comfortable around her when she took her “human” form. She watched in agony while her claws changed to useless fingernails. She flipped her now black hair back and walked quickly to the village. Pictures of her holding on to her brother’s hand shot into her thoughts. She never knew if the dreams really happened. It was the only part of herself that no one knew, not even her trusted sensei knew of the dreams.
She came back out of her thought when she smelt smoke coming from the village. She strained her eyes to see the village and saw many houses were missing. She ran toward it and pulled out Mekoru. The village has been in some kind of danger recently and she wasn’t going to let any one hurt the humans she learned to love so many years ago. She jumped through the entrance of the village and saw the villagers rebuilding and fixing homes. She sheathed Mekoru and looked at the horror. Men were digging graves and women were attending serious wounds inflicted on others. Chisaki sniffed the air, there were demons here, their scent was still strong.
She ran to the nearest person she could see, “What happened here?” she asked an old woman. “Oh! Chisaki! We weren’t expecting you to be down here so soon! Did you not see it from on top the mountain last night?” Chisaki shook her head, “I was traveling down the mountain…” Chisaki was cut off when her hand was no longer in her possession. She looked up into an unfamiliar face. “Would a beautiful woman such as your self bear me a child?” Chisaki ripped her hand from his and was about to back hand him when the scent of a half-breed crossed her nose. “I wouldn’t try it if I were you Miroku, that’s a demon!” Said the half-breed holding a fang-like sword. The man called Miroku jumped backward with dread poured over her face. Miroku held his staff in a offensive stance, “Old woman look out!” The old woman began laughing along with all the other spectators of the incident. The old woman stood by Chisaki, “This little dear? No she wouldn’t hurt anyone!” The laughter continued and diminished as every one got back to work. Chisaki, Miroku and the half-breed stood confused for several moments. “Chisaki, These two men and two other women saved us from an evil demon last night.” The old woman explained to her, “Now they are helping us get back up on our feet.” The old woman looked over at the freshly dug graves with sorrow and turned into a home that wasn’t completely ruined.

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