A red Sakura blossom

Prologue

The man sat on the cold plain fields full of lifeless sand. But slowly it faded and danced away into a dream. He walked empty into it. It was odd he did not dream but somehow here he was. It was strange but a peculiar warmth and somehow distant memory lured  him in.

The sands turned into lush deep forest greens. Slowly, it was starting to feel familiar but he still couldn't puzzle it out. Until, he heard a voice. His usually unfazed and unwavering gaze suddenly shook in shock. But it was not fear or rather something deeper. There was fear but more of that of a distant bittersweet melancholy.

He felt his footsteps come closer. He felt his ears be entranced like moths to a flame.

He shook his head as he stared into the scenery in the deep green.

"No.. Impossible.."

He just stared at the horrifying scenery but to him the feeling was more of a sweet but heavy memory

The ground was flooded in splattered blood. The men screamed trying to run away in utter terror.

But to him they did not matter. His eyes were focused on one figure in the middle of it all.

Her melody was so felt like a yesterday that was once out of reach. Even after millenniums he would still be tranced in her voice.

The woman danced so gracefully and beautifully. How beautiful her hands waved  even if they were smeared in blood and her blank face had subtle felt rage. But somehow anyone could be entranced as the Sakura fell though crimson as blood. But somehow it fitted the ethereal scenery something only she could do.

Suddenly in a dark flash it all faded into nothingness and flames. He was frozen in flurry of fear, melancholy, confusion and  ...

Bitter love.

As the he heard the enraged screams of that familiar voice as that forgotten memory replayed itself. His hands were shaking at the sight. Everything warped into and empty wooden shed. It was familiar a place two once shared. But, in cruel faith's misfortune and trickery, it all went to hell.

A heavy deep feeling resurfaced in him. He felt the memory play deep in his soul. Flashes of his former self after that painful realization back then. One that shattered even he who was deemed invincible. But the images of the memory that flashed in his mind were contrary.

He then felt the urge to scream in that bitterness once more as more memories resurfaced.

Then suddenly  the 15 year old teen boy woke up. He was confused. Those feelings if memories suddenly faded. They were not his after all. Maybe he watched too many movies he thought as he shrugged. He then stood up and went to get ready for the day as he liked the field outside the windows.