Tale of Hisashi | [ON HIATUS]

1 || New Waters

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She screamed.

Water flooded her mouth, but no sound came out. She flailed her arms in a panic, pushing against the current to the light that shined above.
Her head finally broke the surface tension of the waves, and for the first time, a rush of air filled her lungs. The girl launched into a coughing fit, desperately kicking her legs to stay afloat.

A hand appeared in front of her, and she quickly latched onto it. Her nails dug into the arm, clinging on for dear life as her body was pulled from the ocean. "Hold on!" a voice called out, but the exhaustion was settling in. She let go of the arm and slumped onto the wooden floor below her, passing out.

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"Oh, you're awake!" 

The tender voice greeted her as she stirred. She let out a small groan, trying to sit up as panic filled her mind, but a firm hand pushed her down.

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there, you still need to rest." 

The young teen opened her eyes. She was in a dark room, the only light coming from the moon. A woman sat next to her, fair in skin tone with glowing green hair. It was hard for her to not stare at the enchanting figure. 

"Try not to move much. Once we get to town, we'll figure out what to do with you," the woman explained, leaning back in her chair once she was happy with the girl's position.
"I guess I should introduce myself, though. The name's Miho." 

"Miho..." the girl tried to say. She tried to sit up again, resisting her savior's orders until a sharp pain in her chest and torso forced her to stop. Her breathing would get heavy once more as she fell back to the mattress. Looking down, she noticed that a bandage was wrapped around the entirety of her stomach. Despite having just awoken, she could feel her eyelids becoming heavy once more.

Miho would give a small laugh, before rearranging the blankets that covered the battered female. "Let's get you feeling better first, and then we can talk. Deal?"

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The girl looked at her bowl with disgusted curiosity. A green liquid sloshed against the sides, with specks of blue and purple herbs floating in it. Its smell was putrid. Unlike her though, the woman, whom she now knew as Miho, was happily drinking the concoction with no problems whatsoever. She finished hers in one gulp, before taking another ladle and spooning another serving for herself.

"Is something the problem?" Miho questioned, raising an eyebrow as she noticed the girl's reaction.

She would nod her head no and let out a deep breath. Her stomach started to rumble, her own body begging for something to eat. Internally groaning, she took a spoonful and placed it into her mouth. Its taste was... pleasant, surprisingly. The girl's eyes would go wide as she started to take more and more sips.

Miho, now with a smug look on her face, continued to eat in silence as the girl glanced at her surroundings, continuing to enjoy the soup.
A small stove and furnace flickered in the corner of the room, and decorating the walls were aging maps and drawings— all in a foreign language that she couldn't read. Underneath the wooden table laid an assortment of metal pots and pans, which were a curiosity, considering there were plenty of chests scattered around. 
However, her attention was once again focused on Miho's glowing hair. Was it normal? And if it was, why didn't she have it? The girl instinctively started playing with her own hair, which was light brown- a contrast from the vibrant greenhead that sat across.