The Akamatsu clan, once revered for their potent jujutsu prowess, bore the weight of a dark legacy that spanned three centuries. Among the shadows of their history, a tale unfolded-the story of Mother Marionette, a sorceress who wielded destructive power and left behind a legacy of terror.
Ever since then, it was said that any person who possessed such a power as she, would immediately be burned and torn down to death. This one decision gave a silent peace to the clan, or so they believed.
Three hundred years after her defeat, the Akamatsu clan faced a haunting twist of fate. Hanako, born into this once-mighty lineage, carried the burden of being Mother Marionette's reincarnation. A cursed existence in the eyes of her own blood.
In the clandestine halls of the Akamatsu estate, where whispers of ancient sorcery clung to the air, Hanako's birth became a harbinger of strife. Her father, Akamatsu Toshiro, a man whose heart had turned to ice, could not look upon her without seeing the echoes of Mother Marionette's malevolence.
Her mother, Ishioka Narumi, however, saw beyond the curse, finding love in the eyes of a child carrying a legacy not of her choosing. A love that would become a shield against the storms of darkness that brewed within their home. Her mother didn't see a monster, and instead, she saw a strong girl with great potential.
Hanako's early years were marked by the brutality of her father's disdain. He believed her existence to be a blight upon the honor of the Akamatsu name. A daily torment unfolded, each cruel act etching scars on the soul of an innocent child.
But amidst the shadows, Hanako's spirit endured, fueled by the silent love of her mother. Her mother, being the only one who cared for her, was her only support to making her believe she is more than what her father claims her to be.
From the moment Hanako drew her first breath, the world around her unfolded in layers unseen by ordinary eyes. Curses, dark and elusive, adorned the mundane scenery, casting shadows that only she could perceive. Yet, within a family untouched by the lineage of sorcery, her revelations became a silent struggle.
Her father, unable to comprehend the invisible creatures that danced before her gaze, dismissed her visions as the rantings of an unhinged mind. Accusations of insanity hung heavy in the air, and each attempt to share the unseen horrors she witnessed was met with the harsh sting of disbelief and the cold fury of a skeptical father.
The world of curses, a realm only she inhabited, painted her as a solitary figure in the eyes of those who couldn't see beyond the tangible reality. Her father's hand, fueled by frustration and incomprehension, became the agent of both physical and emotional wounds. A striking reminder that her unique perception was met with disdain rather than understanding. The bruises on her delicate skin mirrored the scars etched upon her spirit. And whenever her mother would defend her daughter, she would met the same harsh fate and pain as Hanako.
As she approached the age of six, an evolution manifested within Hanako. Threads of her latent abilities began to weave into existence. From the tips of her fingers, she created delicate strings, transforming those threads into small creatures she could use and control. Small dolls and puppets, crafted with meticulous precision, danced in her small hands-symbols of a power that sought expression.
The puppets became companions, the puppeteer within her emerged, a manifestation of strength born from adversity. She felt delighted to be able to make a better from her creations. She now understood why the legend called the destructive sorceress, Mother Marionette.
In the small hold of trust, Hanako told her mother about the delicate dance of dolls that she was able to create. A glimmer of understanding flickered in her mother's eyes, a rare moment of connection between a daughter and the one soul who believed in the extraordinary.
Yet, the harmony was ephemeral, shattered by a nightmarish turn of events. The dolls, once obedient to Hanako's gentle guidance, betrayed their purpose and spiraled into chaos. A puppeteer's nightmare unfolded, as the strings of control snapped, and the once-harmless creations became instruments of tragedy.
Her mother, unsuspecting and caught in the twisted dance of her daughter's uncontrollable power, became a victim of the very dolls that had once brought them joy. A moment of joy transformed into a symphony of despair, resonating through the walls of their home.
When her father discovered the horrifying scene, the flames of rage consumed reason. Enraged by grief and betrayal, he sought vengeance with a searing rod, a cruel manifestation of the inferno that raged within him. He immediately took the burning rod in rage towards her, as she tries her best to escape. The movement she moves away, the rod slashes across her eye, leading to a painful scar over her delicate skin.
Crying, blood-stained, and broken, Hanako stumbled out of the house that had become a chamber of horrors. The once-reserved girl, now scarred in body and spirit, ran into the cold embrace of the night, leaving behind a life that had become a tapestry of tragedy and torment.
The little girl runs away from the place she once called home, only because it was a place where her mother was. Her mother was her home. Without her, there would be no home. So as her final choice, she tries run away to where her small feet took her as her father yell out to her in anger,
"You're a curse, Hanako! A cursed puppeteer who killed your own mother, and you dare call yourself an Akamatsu? You're a stain on our history! No one will ever accept a monster like you!"
She felt hurt, lonely and sick. Alone in the world with no one by her side. She ran and ran all she could, until she reached a large field of some crops she couldn't recognize at the moment, because her right eye had been damaged and it was too dark to even see. The child sobbed loudly under the light of the moon, as the tiredness slowly took over her, and she fell into a slumber right there on the soft grass-like fields, too exhausted to do anything.
To be continued..
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