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Alternate Storyline: Continued |
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The first two sections are the first two entries, so that I have them all together, and for anyone that hasnt read them yet. Each update is separated by my line ----- thing ^^;
May's life: v.v things arent looking so hot.... but thats life... working on sleeping again.. and hopefully that wont be too much of a problem too much longer... ^^;;to see the more detailed version of May's life... check out the post from July 31st.
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His eyes had trouble adjusting to the lack of light in the dank and darkened village. His home town was covered in a dense mist, obscuring the little light that was given by the thin crecent moon that had risen low in the night sky.
"Blood has been spilled this night," he thought, shaking his dirty blonde hair out of his good eye as he smelt the heavy scent of blood in the air. He knelt slightly, putting his hand on the ground, feeling the thick liquid that laced the ground.
A wave of panic suddenly hit him. "Kuri..." he whispered, worry set in his voice as he stood and took off in the direction of her old home. "You'd better have hi--!" he slipped on a rather large patch and fell face first to the cold, bloody ground, several jutting rocks driving themselves against him, scraping his scarred arms. He pushed himself to his knees, sensing something horrible fast approaching. Drawing the knife from his belt, he lashed out, freezing inches from the attacker's throat.
"Dapon..." her soft voice whispered, her delicate blonde hair and features traced in the dim moonlight. Her vivid green eyes were dull, fearful, and sad, the first time he had ever seen such a thing before, not with her.
He drew back in surprise, scared that he had almost slit the girl's throat, murdering the last of the town. "Kuri? Wh-- what happened?"
She was trembling, he noticed, as he returned his blade to waist and reached out to touch her. She pulled away instinctively, her eyes wide with fear as she wrapped her arms around her waist. "The village.. from the east... they... everyone.. " her voice shook nearly as much as she did.
He frowned slightly and pulled her close to him, holding her blood soaked form. trying to console her. He half expected her to wrap her arms about him, and relish in his touch, just as she had done before he had left, but her form went slack in his touch, and she collapsed. He fell to his knees, shifting her so he could see her paling face. "Kuri?" he said, his voice panicked as he moved her. he stopped a moment, his hand grazing across the fresh blood that was dripping from her side. "Oh no... " he whispered, turning his gaze from his hand, to her paling face and closed eyes to her side, where the deep gash lay, driving her to death. Her body shuddered as she drew one breathe, but not before a whispered warning, "Behind--"
Something struck him hard in the back of his head, and he sank into darkness, clutching the cooling body of his love.
His dark eyes shot open as he jerked awake, sweat lining his features as the rain thudded outside the cavern entrance, a mini river flowing inches from his once asleep form.
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Dapon sat there for a moment, panting, trying to calm himself down before picking the dream apart. His dreams often held a warning of sorts, a type of premonition, especially the more vivid.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, drawing his knees to his chest trying to console himself. There was no trace of blood on his hands, he reassured himself, and Kuri was safe in the village a good few days walk away. Shuddering slightly, he forced the last reassurance out of his mind. He was too far to get there if something truly was happening, or had happened.
"Maybe it's time," he said with a sigh, looking around the small dank cave as the rain still pittered outside. Rising to his feet, he wandered to the mouth, brushing the dirt off his pants and bare skin that had accumlated there in the few hours of sleep. His scarlet eyes scanned the rain as he leaned against the wall, dancing about the the hints of red slipping through the clearing clouds off in the distance: the direction of Milan; of his long gone home. He closed his eyes, absentmindedly chewing on his knuckle, pondering his predicament. "Can't help but wonder what happened to her," he said to the slowly warming air.
He sighed and turned around, picking up his dark blue tank, and pulling it over his head. He raked his fingers across the scarlet tuft of hair, pulling it away from the deep scar across his eye. "Wonder what she'll think about this..." he laughed softly, knowing full well what she may think.
He wandered slowly back to his small camping area and gathered up his supplies, not looking forward returning to the town of oogling girls. He pictured them falling for his new scar, saying that it made him so much more manly than the men in town, simply because he had left and faced the dangers that most refused to return from. He imagined the men hissing whispers about him as he walked by, for the same reason. Despite it all, he had to return, for many reasons.
Something pale green in his bag caught his attention as he stuffed the last of his provisions in the bag. "Wha--?" he pulled it out, recognizing Kuri's letter for him. The only she had written. At least the only he had recieved in the two years. Of course, he had not had the time, nor the ability to write her back since he recieved it. It arrived in his hands the day before he was attacked, and he had not read it ... much ... since then.
He opened it and scanned through it, his good eye focusing on the final bit:
I really hope you aren't gone too long, Dapon. It's only been a few weeks, but I already miss you dearly. I never confessed to you before, but the day we met, and actually talked face to face, I fell in love. Been in love since too. No doubt you're having incredible adventures, but I still cannot wait until you return. I'll watch for you every day!
Love always
Kuri
P.S. First time I've ever written that name. Was it really strange to see it?
He kept himself from crumpling the letter by dropping it, cursing himself for not writing her before, telling her not wait, as he may never return. With a sigh, he picked it up, his eyes scanning her neat and unique handwriting once again before folding it and tucking on top of the rest of belongings. He looked back out at the rain with a softened look of determination in his eyes, almost a yearning not to. "It is time," he whispered again, hoisting his pack on one shoulder, his fingers grazing the remants of his mark. His dark eyes narrowed and he leapt into a run out into the pouring rain, heading deep into the rising sun.
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Not long after Dapon leapt out into the pouring rain, it subsided, and the sky filled with the rising sun, bringing with it the pale blue and white clouds along with it. The rain had blessed the small town not far from the cave by watering its dying crops, and now the brilliant sun had the chance to work its magic. Pools of clear water sparkled on the dirt path carved by the villagers' wagon, and children could be heard rolling around in the muddy thin grass that lay all around. Hope and laughter filled the place that just mere hours before had been shaken with fear, illness, and pain as the adults worried about the drought.
A small child ran up to Dapon as he slowed to a walk on the path. Her bright blue eyes danced as her blonde curls bounced as she skipped around him, calling the other children to come greet the mysterious stranger that was so kind to them. He gave her a lopsided grin and knelt for a moment, catching her in his arms and swinging her up onto his shoulders. She squeeled in delight and flung her arms out, crying "I'm a bird!! I'm a bird!!" as he broke into a soft bouncing run.
Some of the adults of the town were coming out to see what all the commotion was. A few narrowed their eyes, glaring at the man who had tried to help them, not trustworthy at all of a man with a scar like his. Most, however, looked overjoyed to see him.
As he lifted the young girl off his shoulders, an older gentleman approached him, carrying a small basket with him. "Mister Oscurarsi," he started with a wide and friendly grin, but that grin quickly fell as Dapon interjected.
"Please, sir. No need to be so formal. Just call me Dapon, okay?"
"Alright..." the older man said a little hesitant. After all, this was the young man that have saved his young daughter from the illness that she carried. He had gone to fetch medicine from a distant village without so much as a worry or a care. "Dapon... Uh.. The Missus wanted me to give this to you as a token of our gratitude." He pulled back the cover on it to reveal some freshly baked goods and fruits. "We will not take no for an answer."
"Mister Dapon, sir," said the little girl tugging on his pants leg. He glanced down and realized that she had picked up a little tricket and was trying to show him it. He knelt to her height and she opened her hands, offering him her small doll. "It's for you, Mister Dapon, so you'll come back and play with me again."
He smiled and ruffled her hair, gratefully accepting the gifts and tucking them into his pack for the long journey ahead. "Stay safe you guys!" he called, waving his thin, but muscular arm as he stepped back into his run, ready now to face the rest of the trip.
Little did he know what waited just beyond the riverbed....
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Oh!! and bonuses... I'll start asking random questions at the end of these... starting next time... some thigns that you should be able to deduce from previous chapters etc. Guess right and I'll give you a little prize... no idea what yet.. but will! ^^;; so it will help you to read!
 Marion-san · Wed Aug 03, 2005 @ 12:13pm · 5 Comments |
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