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Chapter Two~
I gasped, my breath low and faint. I was on the brink of death, my blood now gushing from the wound of the dagger.
“Don’t take this personal. I just need you to keep quiet. And since I now possess your voice, I don’t need to worry about you anymore,” spoke the hooded figure, looking down on my pale, broken body. Suddenly, I began to feel the cold hard metal pierce through my stomach again. Then the figure slowly lowered its hood. I knew right then and there who it was…The black spiky hair, the one eye bright blue and the other crimson red. Only one character fit that description.
It was none other than Kurai Yuugure, the young tyrant king who ended up killing many characters throughout the book. I wasn’t part of the book…so would I die like the characters he kills? Or do I…disappear? Seeing the man in front of me, his deadly gaze and emotionless face…I could tell he was a ruthless killer, the perfect soldier.
I started to feel cold, tired and alone. But of all the emotions, the one that shone brightest was fear. I couldn’t stop the tears. They rushed out of my eyes. Before I finally lost consciousness, I looked up at Kurai one more time. That was when I saw the glow in his eyes. The white glowing light in his eyes was flowing from me to him. That was when I started to feel it…the pain. As I felt my life drain, I could tell he was getting stronger. Time started flowing slower, the pain heavier. It started to hurt so much I couldn’t even scream. Colors grew darker, and my sight slowly started to narrow down. And slowly, my eyelids closed.
“What should we do with the girl?” said another voice.
“Throw her somewhere near the woods…make it look like she was ambushed,” spoke Kurai.
Those were the last things I heard before I blacked out.
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I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a warm hut. The bed I was sleeping in was soft and comfortable. Even though it looked small, the hut was clean and the sheets smelled like spring flowers. My school uniform was gone, replaced with some type of Japanese robe. I rested my hand on my stomach, only to wince at the pain.
“Father, can you help her?” A young female voice spoke, streaked with worry.
“I don’t know, Aika…the injuries may be too great,” replied an old, crusty voice.
My eyes shot open, and before me were an old looking fellow, and apparently his daughter. Both were staring at me, sympathy in their eyes.
Who are these people?! Where am I?! What’s….going on?!
“Ah. I see your awake now.” The girl named Aika smiled at me and sighed with relief. “You’re lucky I found you on my way back to camp. Without my help…you might have…” Her voice trailed off.
“Aika, go get this young girl some tea.” Her father gave her one look, and with that, she swiftly left the room, leaving me alone. He turned his attention back to me, and he slowly lifted the covers to take a look at my wound. As he slowly removed the bandages, I looked down to see the damage. My stomach was red and gushy, and the tissue was torn very badly. Even when he applied some type of ointment, which he told me would help it heal faster, I still cried out in pain. Just one simple touch felt like thousands of needles pricking me in the stomach.
“Sorry…I know it hurts, but please. Try to bear with the pain. If this is just the beginning, trust me when I say this is nothing close to true pain…You can try denying it all you want, but I can tell that Kurai and his men had done this to you.” The old man looked at me, his expression dark and serious.
How did he know Kurai did this?
I looked back at him with curiosity. I wish I could ask him what he knew, but without my voice, I can’t ask him anything. I can’t even tell these people my name. I can’t say…anything. My eyes started to tear up and before I knew it, I was crying.
I shouldn’t have been so stupid…I shouldn’t have trusted him…I should’ve known it was Kurai. I should’ve thought about my actions…before I chose to abandon my voice.
The old man gave me a thoughtful look, and then left the room. After a few minutes of loud whispering behind the door, Aika returned with some tea and a bowl of steaming noodles. I took both gratefully and ate in silence, occasionally sipping from my tea. Finally Aika broke the silence between us.
“Are you alright? Father said you were down…” She averted her gaze.
I looked hard at the young girl. Aika didn’t look much older than me, probably 17 or 18 at most. She had long, luxurious black hair and emerald green eyes. Looking at her, I noticed how kind-hearted she truly was. She was just as I’d pictured her when I read the book…but later on, something happens and you never find out what happened to her.
Maybe Kurai…no. I shook the thought from my head.
“So what’s your name? When I brought you back from the village, I knew right away. You aren’t from around here, are you?” Aika looked at me curiously, like I was an alien. I looked right back at her and opened my mouth to reply…but then I remembered. My voice is gone…so she would never know my name. She’d never know anything…
Aika sat there patiently, waiting for an answer that would never come. I shook my head, hoping she’d get the message that I’m mute…but all she said was this:
“It’s okay; you don’t need to tell me now. Maybe when you settle in after your wounds heal, you can tell me.” She smiled and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I lay there, thinking about everything. My mother and father probably worried sick about me. My best friend, Mizuki, there to comfort my worry-stricken parents. But what worried me more than anything was the thought…of never seeing them again.
Hoping to regain my strength faster and find a way out of this world, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
 -Himawari Hazuki- · Thu Sep 26, 2013 @ 01:51am · 0 Comments |
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