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- North Sakura Monastery - - Midnight -
She had been discovered. Everything she had worked for - gone. She must flee, must run as fast as she could from this place, and never be seen again.
Raven Aurora Stormrose. A young woman with dreams - dreams much too high for a woman's reach.
Her father - a great martial artist - she had admired him so. She had wanted to become just like him someday, had told him so.
He laughed.
"Dear Raven-chan. You cannot become a martial artist. A woman's place is in the house - not in wars."
She had cut her hair. Wrapped her chest. And she had passed for a boy, had gotten into a monastery, had become top of her - his - class.
Three years later, she had been ready to go to bed. She had been unwrapping her chest, letting her breasts breathe. But a fellow student had caught her.
"Kamisama! He's a she! You're... you... HE'S A SHE! RAVEN'S A SHE!" The boy raced down the halls, yelling as loud as he could. Raven stood, pulling on her shirt hastily, her eyes full of fear and worry. She raced after the boy, trying to stop him, but too late...
Suddenly, someone grabbed her and pulled her into a closet. She was pressed against, a slender finger pressing against her lips, shushing her. The door was closed, and darkness blinded her.
The light was clicked on. Standing before her was her best friend - a boy she wished to admit her true feelings to, but never could, never would, a young, short, skinny sixteen year old by the name of Teemu. Teemu licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. "I heard... you really..?"
Raven nodded, thrusting out her covered - but not wrapped - chest. Teemu nodded, and opened the door, glancing down the corridor. "Come on, let's go." He grabbed her hand and began running - Raven racing behind him.
Teemu pushed the young woman in front of him, urging her to run faster. She did so. Then she felt something fall against her, pushing her to the floor.
Teemu's body.
Dead before he hit her.
An arrow in his neck.
She screamed for the life of her lover, pulled herself from under him, and kept running.
She never looked back.
Now she was running, not down the halls, but from the monastery itself.
Her life's dreams, shattered.
Her lover, dead.
She would forever be running.
And she never looked back.
Gouyoko · Fri May 13, 2005 @ 05:32am · 0 Comments |
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