prologue-remembering

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I turned 18 today April twenty-first but last night I had a strange dream I was being chased I couldn't tell what was chasing me but I do know I was holding a baby. I was lost I was on a cliff edge.  I turned around to see a man with blonde unkempt hair and a red and black shirt that was tight on his body and tan pants that were really wide in the legs.

"I'm sorry my son please survive," I said as I let go of him over the cliff edge then I felt pain in my shoulder I was sliced in my shoulder as I looked over the cliff edge watching my son fall into the river below me. I was crying as I was turned I was the man chasing me he was crying as well 

"I am so sorry my dear," he said cradling me in his arms

"I wish it didn't come to this," he said holding me tightly I know he was the one who hurt me but I felt safe for some strange reason he put his forehead to mine I looked into his eyes they were multicolored and absolutely beautiful they also said upper moon two instead of pupils my last breath was coming soon but my last action was wiping the tears away from his cheek. 

"we will find each other again" was the last thing I said but I couldn't tell if I was saying it to the man or my son possibly both of them it seemed I loved this man very dearly. the last thing I felt was lips on mine then it all went black.  I woke up with a start from my midday nap my mother had died years ago and my father married me off but at least I still had some hope to cling to maybe this was my second chance to find happiness 

"I was Kotoha Hashsibira now I am (Y/N) (L/N)" I whispered to myself as I walked out of my home in the village of Okutama. my husband was gone and I wanted to walk around the town I needed to go to the market anyway. then I walked into the market to get things for dinner.  hopefully, I would be eating alone. that was my only way of being safe if I was alone my husband was quite the cruel man he would leave for days on end and come back and if anything was out of place I would be beaten until he was tired or he saw fit one day I would escape.

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