Akatsuki
Title: Akatsuki
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: FANtasy
Note: inspired by O's solo in Japonism album. Written in O's POV. Uhmm.. implied yama? XD cause chatting with mount_deer gives me ideas and such xD the setting is sort of in the olden days~
I struggled to get home, the wound on my left rib continuously bleeding. Entering the forest to avoid running into anymore enemies, I followed the moon and trusted it to lead me to the right path.
Venturing through the wilderness, I stopped on my tracks, with nowhere to go but back from the direction I came from, for across my path was a huge river.
Drinking some water from the river, I tried to clean my wounds, and feeling tiredness seep through my limbs, I decided to rest by a tree for a while, keeping my dagger in hand to protect me from any imminent threat.
Amidst the blur of my mind caused by the immense pain of my wounds, the wind blew and carried with it a beautiful melody.
I looked up, trying to determine the source of the sound.
My vision cleared as I regained my fleeting consciousness. There, across the vast body of water was a lady with long black hair, resting serenely by the river. It was an enchanting sight. The more I tried to listen in to her humming, the clearer it became, and I could feel myself relaxing at the sound.
Under the moonlight, the two of us rested, and somehow it felt magical just being there with her.
Within the ephemeral shadows of the scattering clouds, the calmness we've established was disrupted by the faint sound of my dagger dropping to the ground. The rustling of grass made her stop her humming, and at the sight of me, concern crossed her eyes.
With a blink of an eye, she disappeared; leaving me alone in the darkness, with only the moon to light my night.
My sight blacked out as I felt the pain more evidently, and I felt as if I was slowly welcoming death. I couldn't remember what happened after that.
When I woke up, the ceiling was the first thing I saw, and I was lying with my back on a mattress, my wound wrapped in bandages.
A man around my age, a healer called Aiba smiled at me and told me how my fellow soldiers, Ninomiya and Matsumoto found me by the riverside and that I was fortunate to have lived through that terrible wound. He told me how I had slept for several days due to the injury at a vital spot in my ribs but I miraculously survived.
“...I saw a beautiful woman humming a soothing melody by the river...” I told him of my surreal experience.
He seemed to think deeply about this, and he smiled at me once again.
“The goddess of Sakura River offered you salvation. You must offer her prayers of thanksgiving.”
My eyes widened at his words. “...It wasn't a dream?” and when he nodded, I could feel a strange bubbling warmth in my chest.
That night, under the bright moonlight, I made my way to the river and offered a wreath of flowers to the goddess of the river. She was nowhere to be found, but when I turned back, the wind blew in my direction, and it carried with it the words, “Thank you.”
I looked back at the spot I placed the wreath, it was no longer there. And across the river, the goddess stood and smiled at me, my gift placed delicately on the top of her head.
Then a gust blew and she disappeared.
For countless nights, I went back to the river but I never saw her again since that day, but I knew she was always watching. The voice of the wind told me so.
I would never tire of coming back, hoping to see her once more, for the moon shining brilliantly at the river was proof of our encounter.
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: FANtasy
Note: inspired by O's solo in Japonism album. Written in O's POV. Uhmm.. implied yama? XD cause chatting with mount_deer gives me ideas and such xD the setting is sort of in the olden days~
I struggled to get home, the wound on my left rib continuously bleeding. Entering the forest to avoid running into anymore enemies, I followed the moon and trusted it to lead me to the right path.
Venturing through the wilderness, I stopped on my tracks, with nowhere to go but back from the direction I came from, for across my path was a huge river.
Drinking some water from the river, I tried to clean my wounds, and feeling tiredness seep through my limbs, I decided to rest by a tree for a while, keeping my dagger in hand to protect me from any imminent threat.
Amidst the blur of my mind caused by the immense pain of my wounds, the wind blew and carried with it a beautiful melody.
I looked up, trying to determine the source of the sound.
My vision cleared as I regained my fleeting consciousness. There, across the vast body of water was a lady with long black hair, resting serenely by the river. It was an enchanting sight. The more I tried to listen in to her humming, the clearer it became, and I could feel myself relaxing at the sound.
Under the moonlight, the two of us rested, and somehow it felt magical just being there with her.
Within the ephemeral shadows of the scattering clouds, the calmness we've established was disrupted by the faint sound of my dagger dropping to the ground. The rustling of grass made her stop her humming, and at the sight of me, concern crossed her eyes.
With a blink of an eye, she disappeared; leaving me alone in the darkness, with only the moon to light my night.
My sight blacked out as I felt the pain more evidently, and I felt as if I was slowly welcoming death. I couldn't remember what happened after that.
When I woke up, the ceiling was the first thing I saw, and I was lying with my back on a mattress, my wound wrapped in bandages.
A man around my age, a healer called Aiba smiled at me and told me how my fellow soldiers, Ninomiya and Matsumoto found me by the riverside and that I was fortunate to have lived through that terrible wound. He told me how I had slept for several days due to the injury at a vital spot in my ribs but I miraculously survived.
“...I saw a beautiful woman humming a soothing melody by the river...” I told him of my surreal experience.
He seemed to think deeply about this, and he smiled at me once again.
“The goddess of Sakura River offered you salvation. You must offer her prayers of thanksgiving.”
My eyes widened at his words. “...It wasn't a dream?” and when he nodded, I could feel a strange bubbling warmth in my chest.
That night, under the bright moonlight, I made my way to the river and offered a wreath of flowers to the goddess of the river. She was nowhere to be found, but when I turned back, the wind blew in my direction, and it carried with it the words, “Thank you.”
I looked back at the spot I placed the wreath, it was no longer there. And across the river, the goddess stood and smiled at me, my gift placed delicately on the top of her head.
Then a gust blew and she disappeared.
For countless nights, I went back to the river but I never saw her again since that day, but I knew she was always watching. The voice of the wind told me so.
I would never tire of coming back, hoping to see her once more, for the moon shining brilliantly at the river was proof of our encounter.