MaraTwasHere
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The hall was as quiet as a grave yard, and all the students should have been tucked away in their beds for the night.
Except one thing was strange about the scene, something that couldn’t be seen from the naked eye, or viewed from outside of the situation. The temperature dropped quickly, like the Thermostat changing direction. The silence dragged for seconds that were comparable to hours, and suspense could almost be choked on in the air. If possible, goose-bumps would raise on the werewolf’s forearms, and the held breath of silence would be released to gust wind through the halls in the form of a blood curdling, ear-shattering-pitched scream. All the doors of the dorms flew open to the guests within them, letting the cold air sweep in like a devil to press against the students. And like the whole school had come to life as hellish being, the doors and windows slammed open and closed making the walls thunder.
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“Yes. Here.” Fang held the crisp envelope out to her, and Ms. Vine watched him for a long while with blue-green eyes. “Can’t you just tell me? Save me the damned suspense?” Fang didn’t say anything, nor did his gaze waver. Finally Ms. Vine tugged the letter from his hands, grabbed a engraved letter opener, and slit the mouth of the white folded paper, popping the wax off. The paper was thin and nearly see-though, the ink on it clearly a well pen, old-fashioned cursive scrawling across the page. This was not Fang’s father’s writing. Those loopy o’s and curly q’s obviously belonged to his assistant and favorite Omega, Betty.
Ms. Vine,
We at wolves’ academy are more than excited to have you attending our school for the following three weeks in order to enrich our students and youth of our history and alliance with one another. As it is near Hallows Eve, or as we call it, Devil’s Night, it will be a lovely time for the students to see how silver bullets affected us back in the 1600’s, and how your people were burned at the stake. We wolves were hunted, and your people discovered around these dark times of Devil’s Night. For humans, it is a time of games and tricks, treats and horrors. A celelbration to the deaths of our ancestors lost through the ages. Now, once more concealed, we at Wolves’ academy will partake of the event of getting revenge upon the petty humans. As a school coming in at this time, we expect the witches to partake in all the same. And in return, we will celebrate your withcy festivals, if it is not too private for non-magic bariers to attend.
Please write in return,
Miss. Betty Hopkins in the behalf of the Headmaster and his population.
Yes, of course, how could she forget of how the wolves’ celebrate? Long ago, during a different incident when the witches for some insignificant reason had to go to wolves’ academy. After the withces had performed summoning the souls of their powerful and significant ancestors, learning the history of the struggles first hand from back then, the wolves’ had taken the magic-barriers out to play in the human world. Usually, for the wolves, it was cornering a few humans and chasing them down, frightening them half-to death with fangs and claws.
But when the witches tasted that vindictive cruelness, they happily cast spells and curses upon the humans. Sure, the wolves and witches learned their ‘alliance’ but at the same time it made Ms. Vine sick to see how vindictive her students could be, their blood knowing the wrong the humans had inflicted upon them as if by instinct. “I will write a letter and send it over by magic,” Ms. Vine said quietly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “But for the goddesses sake, please tell your father I have agreed to whatever it takes to make my students safe.” Ms. Vine shook her head, thinking of Sarah Good and Sarah Osburne, of Giles Corey and Martha Corey. Rebecca Nurse and the 35,000 other witches who’d lost their lives during these trials. She knew by Hallow’s Eve the restless souls would call through the void of death and rebirth of reincarnation, those victims souls who were reborn would be the most frightening ones, and those far, far, descendants of those who burned by the fire’s of humans would seek reveneg tonight. Undoubtedly, innocent human lives would be lost. -
“It is a pleasure, once more, if you are to help my village.” Hana smiled sweetly. “Please, let us go to my residence.” Hana slipped her sandals just as quickly as she slipped them off, stepping down. She took a few moments to look up at the house, it’s straw roof fluttering in the breeze ever so slightly. “…Then, this house was empty.” She said quietly as her dark eyes met Kukuri’s for a bright smile that shown through her eyes. “After you, will it be empty anymore?” She laughed delicately, her smile turning a bit sinister as she brought a hand to her lips. “Don’t answer that. Dreaming isn’t a crime, yes?” She turns away and starts to move toward her home, clearly assuming Kukuri would follow.
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Kon. Blue, or Onyomi. The latter seemed most likely. Looking around the village, she straightened her kimono before moving briskly toward the guest house to take off her sandals, and rap gently against the wood part of the sliding doors. “Miss. Kukuri? Do you mind me calling you by your first name? I understand it is intimate, but ‘Kukuri, the savior of Inasaku nōka’ has a nice sound to it.”
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Hana is wearing a new silk kimono. One that makes her smile and fiddle with it. Unusually, out of the Japanese’s custom of tying her hair back and out of her face, she has left it down as a dark waterfall to her waist, and with the kimono’s dark colors it may strangely remind someone of Eiko…Not the world bearer, but the world seeker. “Seeker”. A new legend had aroused–not one from the true, lost, feudal era, but of the world bearer and “Seeker”. Just whispers along villages told down to their children, though none of the eldery humans of this world would probably even recognize “Eiko” to be connected to “Seeker” at all. In fact, legend was that the maiden “Seeker” had golden curls and bright blue eyes, and a tall, tall willowy form. How ironic she was exactly the opposite, too bad no one knew.
The girl stopped, seeing the fox with his nose pressed against the ground. “You. . .” Her face, once so lovely, creased and folded into something hideous. Almost demon-like. “A fox! Ech!” There were no men to call upon, all falling unfortunately ill for times like these, but she grabbed a pail of water to toss at the fox. “Shoo! Stay away from the little livestock we have!” She threw the bucket, too, livid almost.
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“The pleasure is mine, honestly, if you can bring my village back together.” She bowed lowly, moving back to the Genkan and sliding her sandals back on as she noticed the girl seemed aloof. Of course, as most of the time Hana noted, this woman did not show much true emotion at all. “I’ll allow you to settle in,” She said, wishing she knew what the girl was thinking. “We eat at sunset, when the sky is pretty with lovely romantic shades of red and gold, orange with yellow…I will happily come to get you myself.” She smiled brightly, stepping down and off the Genkan. “Until then.” She waved a dainty pail hand before making her way through to the path of the village once more.
Eiko took the trail with ease, feeling her earlier subjects getting close to one another. Soon, if possible, it would be the appropriate time to spy upon them.
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One of the children of the village—-Sachi, noticed the fox coming down the hill, but did not alert the other children as she might have normally. Why were there so many visitors—strange animals and humans alike lately? These people were not the first. She knew monks had come too, able to sense their presence from a distance. The presence reminded her of the city she once lived in, where monks and priestesses came in and out with that same aura. How come no one else sensed it? It was a shame that no one believed her, either. Imagine her embarrassment when the elder, Yui, said to stop playing such cruel tricks, and even the oh-so-beautiful Hana had turned away in disappointment at the mention of the monks’ presences. Her mother scolded her, and the children shunned her for weeks. She never mentioned presences of monks again, even knowing that they would have to pass by their village if following the worn path. She also didn’t mention the gas.
There was gas everywhere—-the sky above her head even now misted the village with a purple cloud. As a very young child, when her mother held her by the hand as they first approached the village, she’d asked: “Why is the sky indigo?” Her mother thought it was child-hood babble, dismissing it swiftly. Then Sachi’s father fell ill, and…
“Sachi!” Sachi was snatched from her reverie, her eyes still on the fox loping down the hill with the small boulder she’d been holding before still in her hands. Sachi rolled the thought about in her head: Why tell of the Myobu? Even if it gave off a strange presence, it was not as though anyone would believe her. Besides, she could not be scared of a lot when a dark cloud that no one else saw hung over her village. “Coming~!” She sung, brushing all the strange things off as she unfortunately normally had to but easily did. She skipped toward her small group of friends that were all in different colors of kimonos.
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Hana smiled, returning the bow lowly. “The pleasure is mine. I honestly do not believe Yui-Sobo had considered turning away such a girl as you.” Her eyes bored into the other girl’s. “I mean, we women must stick together, yes?” She led Kukuri to one of the houses with the small Genkan lining the front of it, taking off her shoes there. Inside was a single room, with the futons wrapped up in the corner. Every wall but one was paper-like. “I understand it is not very vast, but this single room should keep you through the night.” She smiled gently, turning to the woman again with a bow. “I should hope your eating arrangements will be with me tonight? How I would love for you to join us.”
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Hana clapped her hands together, seemingly pleased. “This is good! Even if you are to betray us, as you are no true member of the village not much harm will come if you do not return.” Her head tilted slightly, her smile reamaining. “Shall you leave tomorrow? I am certain you must be weary from your travels…Come, one of the houses is vacant–we keep it well up just in case we have some new members to our village…but you may use it as a guest house, now,”
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“I cannot say,” Chiyo murmured quietly, stepping back through the flooded field. It was clear he was not going to heed her warning of escape. “I have told you what I can. Now, I cannot be caught with you–and not working.” She saved herself at the end, running the back of her hand across her forehead. “I must go. Please excuse me.” She bowed slightly, turned, and moved farther down a line of crop…the water splashing in her haste.
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“If you think so.” Hana smiled sweetly, leaning forward across the table. “My, an adventurer and a savior? Can I trust you’ll actually return for us?”
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“We send them to other villages—larger cities and towns, and hope they may return with a monk as we so prayed. They do not return, sadly, and as of late those who speak of leaving us to go fetch a priestess or sacred warrior go missing at at night.” Hana sighed slightly, “Yui-Sobo believes they have grown weary of how this village thrives, but it is hard to believe the women willingly left–even as so heartbroken they were about their unfortunate husbands.” Her head tilted slightly as she shrugged casually. “The women here are rather fond of me, you’ll find,”
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Hana turned her face being shadowed in from the light emitting behind her. “It is nearly mid-day. We have sent for monks and priests, but all that have gone have never returned.” She stepped toward Kukuri, her face blank for the most part. “Besides, as Yui-Sobo said earlier, we have no room for you here.” Slowly she sank to her knees, letting her kimono sleeves drape across the table along with her long hair. “It was hard and risky to allow you a meal before night falls.”
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The noises of the children playing once more filled the air. Not much phazed them, after all, children that had their sisters stolen away by the bandits or brothers taken by diseases. Hana stood to move over to the opening of the sliding door, watching them play with what looked like stones. Sachi was among them. “Sachi was out late with the other children, she told me. They were playing a little prank on a friend of their’s here in the village, and decided to sneak out late. They’d planned to go to the river and catch a fish to toss into the girl’s futon, and tease her about how a river god looking for a wife had chosen her–anyways, they had some trouble catching that fish, and so Sachi was sent back to her parent’s house for her bamboo rod. On her way back from the river she saw him leave—drunk, may I add, with the bottle of sake in his hand. She was far too frightened to try and stop him, and did not tell anyone but me.”
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“Sickness and misfortune plagues the men of this village.” She shook her head, wiping the sweat the beaded on her forehead with her kimono sleeve. “I advise you to leave before something fatal happens to you too.” -
One of the women tending to the rice crop, Chiyo, looked up at the visitor from under her straw hat. Chiyo’s eyes widened and she stepped back fiercely. “M-Man!” She dropped the tool for the mud into the water, stepping over the few rows toward Shin. “You cannot be here, you must go.” She said frantically.
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Hana looked into her tea as if it held the secrets of this world. It did not seem as though anyone knew of the girl passing around Omamori, or even that there was another world ever. “…It is an unfortunate event for the men of our village, yes. But I cannot say I pity those who have been absent here. One of the women–a single mother with a child had husband go missing. She had been filled with despair of what she assumed his death from the bandits that came here yearly. But one of the children–Sachi, told me of how she saw him willingly leave. That is why her sake was all missing that night.” Her face was filled with disgust and contempt at the thought. “I told Sachi to never speak to anyone else of this. Imagine how helpess our maiden would feel, never having hope of her young man returning? He is not the first to abandon us. And those who are left have failed their wives by contracting sicknesses.” She shook her head gently, “We do not understand why this is. The only thing we can do is feed and cloth them…but tell me, Miss. Yaogatami, who is to care for the women when the men cannot?”
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Hana reached for her tea, taking a good long slip as she looked up. “Our men are quite unfortunate in this village. All have either fallen ill or have went missing. All the healthy are thin or old.” Her dark eyes flicked up to her over the cup of tea. “Of course, who is to say that we need the men? Let them run. The women here have prospered on their own. They are strong, yet they stay beautiful. It is truly a wonderful thing, yes?”