Friday, August 27, 2004

4 fan-fic: Hauntings
The shrinking crescent moon loomed overhead. Chisaki shuttered at the lack of sound. The new moon always gave her the hibbi jibbies. It was either too quiet or filled with sudden and unpleasant surprises. She walked quickly, eyes peeled and ears as open as they would go. When she left the village she changed back to her normal form, bright orange hair, a tail matching and broad black stripes along her face. She gripped Mekoru, ready for anything. She stopped and looked around her, nothing but grass and far away mountains on either side. Chisaki growled at herself. Why did she leave the village in the first place? She knew she was tired, and she had used up the little energy she had to heal the wounded. She ran toward the Western mountains. If she could make it to some trees before day break, she might get some rest after all.
“Chisaki…” Chisaki had to hold her mouth from screaming. She thought someone said her name right in her ear, but no one was there. Se couldn’t see a single being for miles nor could she catch anyone’s scent at close range. Chisaki couldn’t breathe anymore, fear was squeezing her esophagus shut. She looked around in horror and started running again. She just needed some rest… “that’s right, rest will make it better” she thought. Chisaki looked forward, not taking her eyes away from the trees she saw in the distance. Suddenly the trees came lurching forward, almost like they were coming to her. She was inside the forest, but she couldn’t stop now she just had to go up the mountain. She started up it, she was going so fast, like she was flying. A pain in her face developed, but Chisaki ignored it so excited that she would finally prove herself as a swords woman, and no one could have done it so quickly before. The scenery changed so fast and drastically Chisaki didn’t know what to think. The lush green mountain quickly turned dry and desolate with sharp cliffs. When she reached the highest cliff she started running along it. A thought trickled into her thoughts as she ran, the Western mountains weren’t barren, she had spent many days in meditation starring at those mountains. Just as she realized this she stopped and her eyes widened, her brother stood down the path a bit tapping his toe. “Chisaki I’ve been waiting!” Said her brother annoyed. “No! This can’t be!” Chisaki stepped back and fell backwards. Images of her brother’s frightened face flashed through her vision.
“NO!” Chisaki pushed herself off the ground her heart pounding. Dazed and confused she looked around. She was surrounded by tall grass. She looked down and saw blood on a stone her face must have hit. She touched her face and recoiled at the pain. Half dried blood stained her fingers. She sat up to have a better look around. Just ahead of her was the forest she longed to get to before day break, and just behind the forest was the Western mountains. She came to the conclusion that she must have tripped or fainted while running. She stood in pain. Her lungs felt as if they had been crushed. She felt Mekoru’s sheath, only to remember she was holding it while she ran. Fear ran over her but kept her poise. She called out to it and felt it pulsate. She reached out her hand and called out to it again and it floated right into her hand. She sheathed Mekoru, took a deep breath, knowing that the next night was going to be a new moon she couldn’t have anymore delays. The sky became lighter as dawn drew close and Chisaki walked toward the forest.

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