Post by Dr.Ambs on Mar 14, 2013 20:58:42 GMT -5
Silia was a small island, compared to most that she had been too in the past ten years. It almost seemed behind the times, sticking to petty tribal traditions, one that left her with a mark on her back. The sun shone down on the island, the constant temperature always warm, while the humid could almost be seen. Farmers worked in their field, children played through out the town, women chatted around porches. Overall, Silia seemed like a small, tight knitted community.
It had always been like that. It was something she hated. Yumeko Mazika, after ten years, had returned to her home town, her home island. She had came at night, so not to be noticed by the villagers. The last thing she needed was to be noticed by them. It had been the reason for wearing sunglasses at all. Over the ten years, Yumeko was no longer a child. Travel and training had developed her into a young, strong fighter. Traveling had shown her the world, or some of it at least, and it had opened her mind. Her sensei had taught her how the world worked, how her fighting technique was just like the world; rough, cruel, but had rewarding moments.
Under the beating sun, standing in the hot sand, Yumeko stood before a small grave. It was further away from the village. After ten years, the small grave that she had set up for her mother was still here. There was nothing fancy about the marker, it was only two sticks tied together to form a cross, while 'Annabelle' had been etched into the marker. Yumeko stood silently, staring at the grave marker, before she knelt before it, putting her hand gently on the marker, "Hard to believe I'm back at this place, huh, Annabelle?" She whispered softly, "I won't be here long, just until I can get a few things from the house, then I'll be leaving. I still have to find him."
She stood up, wiping the sand off her pants before walking past the marker. There was a small house not far from the marker. It was old, run down, and it appeared that no one lived in the house. Well, Yumeko knew no one lived there, that was her house. She walked up the wooden stairs, across the small wooden porch and into the house. There was nothing over done or extravagant about the house. There was a simple room for the fire pit where she had had dinner, while there was another room that was where she had slept with her mother.
Yumeko went to the room, kneeling down. Even after ten years, the blood stain was still there. without her realizing, her hand touched the spot, the night almost replaying in her head. Her mother's scream of horror as the man had brought the sword down on her, ending her life. Yumeko shook the thought, before standing up, adjusting her bag. She walked over to the left hand corner. Two floor boards to the left, the one with an etched in X. She knelt back down, using her dagger to flip the floor board up and out of it's spot. A very ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Her mother's ring was still there.
Slowly, she took the ring from the wood, before sliding her bag off. digging through the bag, she found the locket. Easily, she placed the ring on the locket necklace, before gently placing it back in her bag. She knew once she left this island again, she wouldn't be coming back. ever.
She walked out of the house, looking up at the sky for a few moments, before to the grave marker. This place was nothing more than a memory. That's all it was going to be to her. However, her now present problem became more apparent... How was she going to leave? The people that had brought her had long left.
It had always been like that. It was something she hated. Yumeko Mazika, after ten years, had returned to her home town, her home island. She had came at night, so not to be noticed by the villagers. The last thing she needed was to be noticed by them. It had been the reason for wearing sunglasses at all. Over the ten years, Yumeko was no longer a child. Travel and training had developed her into a young, strong fighter. Traveling had shown her the world, or some of it at least, and it had opened her mind. Her sensei had taught her how the world worked, how her fighting technique was just like the world; rough, cruel, but had rewarding moments.
Under the beating sun, standing in the hot sand, Yumeko stood before a small grave. It was further away from the village. After ten years, the small grave that she had set up for her mother was still here. There was nothing fancy about the marker, it was only two sticks tied together to form a cross, while 'Annabelle' had been etched into the marker. Yumeko stood silently, staring at the grave marker, before she knelt before it, putting her hand gently on the marker, "Hard to believe I'm back at this place, huh, Annabelle?" She whispered softly, "I won't be here long, just until I can get a few things from the house, then I'll be leaving. I still have to find him."
She stood up, wiping the sand off her pants before walking past the marker. There was a small house not far from the marker. It was old, run down, and it appeared that no one lived in the house. Well, Yumeko knew no one lived there, that was her house. She walked up the wooden stairs, across the small wooden porch and into the house. There was nothing over done or extravagant about the house. There was a simple room for the fire pit where she had had dinner, while there was another room that was where she had slept with her mother.
Yumeko went to the room, kneeling down. Even after ten years, the blood stain was still there. without her realizing, her hand touched the spot, the night almost replaying in her head. Her mother's scream of horror as the man had brought the sword down on her, ending her life. Yumeko shook the thought, before standing up, adjusting her bag. She walked over to the left hand corner. Two floor boards to the left, the one with an etched in X. She knelt back down, using her dagger to flip the floor board up and out of it's spot. A very ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Her mother's ring was still there.
Slowly, she took the ring from the wood, before sliding her bag off. digging through the bag, she found the locket. Easily, she placed the ring on the locket necklace, before gently placing it back in her bag. She knew once she left this island again, she wouldn't be coming back. ever.
She walked out of the house, looking up at the sky for a few moments, before to the grave marker. This place was nothing more than a memory. That's all it was going to be to her. However, her now present problem became more apparent... How was she going to leave? The people that had brought her had long left.