THE faint smell of roses made her open her eyes. She found herself at a place so unfamiliar. Covered by bushes of colorful roses, white, red, pink, and yellow, she realized she was lying at a spacey ground inside a forest. The ray of sunshine shone gloriously through the trees, making it felt like she was inside a fairy tale. The young girl stood up and was surprised to see a flock of her hair touching her shoulders. Her eyebrows raised. As far as she knew, she had a short hair only yesterday, so how could her hair grew long overnight? Like a magnetic force, she felt a need to turn around. Before her was a magnificent tree, it seemed to stood out amongst the others. Her eyes was wide open as she recognized the tree. Her body moved closer to the tree, her right hand touching a marking on the tree. The same marking she had seen since childhood. She looked to her left and right, trying to figure out where she was.
The girl flinched as she heard footsteps coming towards her from behind. Quickly, she turned around. The rays of light was so bright it blinded her for a while and the man which stood in front of her seemed blurry. What she was certain of, was the hand reaching for her. Instinctively she reached for it. She did not know what came over her, trusting a stranger to such extent. Deep in her heart, she knew she would be safe if she took his hand. The black haired girl noticed a pair of beautiful golden eyes looking straight at her. She tried to speak to ask for his name but suddenly everything seemed to crumble, covered with a white light so bright she had to close her eyes.
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RINGING sounds from her alarm clock woke her up. Tiny drops of perspiration breaking on her brows. A dream. It had been a while since she had the dream. Such a weird dream. A small smile broke on her lips as she cuddled her teddy bear close. An unusual dream, yet it was such a beautiful one as well. For a short moment, she was in a daze until her round, red colored analogue alarm clock, placed on a drawer beside her bed began to scream once more. She turned to look at the clock. It was already a quarter to seven and she had planned on meeting up with her friends early for the first day of school. Without further delays, she rose from her bed, took her towel, hung behind the door and rushed out to the bathroom. Her azure blue colored eyes was wide seeing her second brother, five years older than her closed the bathroom door with an arrogant smirk. She sighed. Luckily her eldest brother, Masashi was already in college so the competition for the bathroom lessened. She leaned onto the wall opposite the bathroom door, waiting for her brother, Mamoru to come out.
She finished getting dressed half an hour later. The girl smiled looking at her reflection inside the mirror. Her uniform, a white shirt with blue skirt, accompanied with different colored bow, representing each year. This year she would be wearing one colored red, as a sign she was in her second year of junior high. The uniform came with a blazer of the same color of the skirt. Her hands playing with her silky black hair, short, like a boy's, chest long flock on both sides, her bangs slightly covered her brows. Since her hair was short, she need not to bother much, which was why she tend to cut her hair each time. It was much more convenient. After putting on her watch, she grabbed her school bag, colored brown and another, containing her wooden blade for her kenjutsu lesson after school. Instead of using a bamboo blade, she preferred to use a wooden blade since it was heavier, giving her more balance. She was lucky there was still someone who could teach her the ancient art of kenjutsu living nearby her home. For some reasons, she had always been fascinated with martial arts, especially swordsmanship and archery.
As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, her whole family seemed to alight with response. Especially her two obnoxious older brothers. Loud chattering could be heard, teasing and mockery ever so often. It made her grandmother smiled as she prepared two bento for her grandchildren. Everyone was at the table, except for her father. On three sides were frames with photographs of her great grandfather, mother and aunt.
"Obaa-chan, where's papa?" She asked, finishing the last bite of her breakfast, before drinking a glass of milk.
"He's at the usual place Megumi-chan. You should hurry or you'll be late," her grandmother, a woman in her sixties, yet looking youthful said to her gently. Megumi nodded. Grabbing her bags and bento, she kissed her grandmother's cheek, gave her brothers a hug before walking out. Despite their constant bickering, they do care about each other greatly.
Megumi shook her head, smiling seeing his father, Souta Higurashi staring at a tree, the tree in her dreams affectionately. Her family, from her grandfather's side owned a shrine. Their home was inside the shrine grounds, on a hill. The shrine was famous for two things, a well which became the burial ground for demons in the past, the Bone-Eater's Well and a timeless tree, the Sacred Tree. The Sacred Tree held a strong bond with her family. Especially since that was where her parents met. She walked towards her father and hugged him. She giggled seeing her father flinched. Before her father could start lecturing her, she had ran off, saying goodbye. Souta let out a heavy sighed before smiling at his daughter's cheerfulness. He held out his hand and touched the tree. His heart whispering his wife's name, Yukari lovingly, missing her. His face suddenly fell as he remembered his wife's last words.
"Souta-san, please, look after Megumi. Don't let her go near anything related to the past if she has what I have. Please, I couldn't bear to see her facing any danger. Remember, I will always love you and our children."
Those last words made his eyes teary. He looked up when he felt someone patting his shoulder. It was his youngest son, Mamoru. It seemed he was also ready to go to school. He nodded, understanding Mamoru was bidding goodbye. Unlike Megumi, his two sons seldomly showed their spoilt self to him, which was normal for a high schooler and college sophomore. Souta took a glimpse of his watch. He ought to be going to work as well. He went inside, to get his briefcase and bid farewell to his mother. Along his walk to the train station, he could not help praying his children would always remain safe and happy.