Comatosed Reflections

Prologue: "We Will be Back For You."

  (TW for whole story: **gore, blood, death, this is fictional fantasy. This chapter contains baby murder, sorry**)
((Korean Empire = Su-Ho))
(((Dae-Hyun= North but a baby, still holds this name in the future, just to people close to him like friend or family)))

1897
-3rd perspective.

"I'm sorry."
Pyongyan was the first to break the silence in the room, other then the 8 month old the Korean Empire was holding. His traditional name for now was Dae-Hyun, His mothers, Su-Ho. Su-Ho looked down at the boy, face dry of tears. It was as if her body physically couldn't let her cry.

    That wasn't a problem for Gyongsang of course, sobbing hysterically into his cousin Jeolla's shoulder, the sleeve of her white chosôn-ot turning a shade darker. It sounded strangled and strange, as if it was a struggle to even create noise, with is mouth open, Su-Ho could see his absence of his tounge. Jeolla simply looked at the ground, quiet. Her usual smile no where to be seen, instead a thin line line on her lips accompanied her pretty face. Her skin, usually glowing, had a pale tint that dimmed her, as if a shadow of her former self.

    The woman right next to her, looking at Dae-Hyun, fumbling with the bag of all their necessities (gifted by Pyongyan), was Jeju. She sighed simply, as oldest one of the Guardians (or retained the most memories), she had had to say goodbye to the Countryhumans more then anyone else. It never got easier, but she never thought she'd have to do it in front of a child. She had Monolid eyes with an oval face, thin, white hair pressed into a low bun. She watches as Dae-Hyun bit on his mother's fingers, covering them in saliva.

    Hwanghae and Gyeonggi simply looked at each other, using their mental link to think of something, anything to fix this situation, to buy them more time, this felt like giving up, Gangwon was right next to Hwanghae, he looked like he was about to burst into tears like Gyongsang, his chin quivering. His hair was pulled into a silky black ponytail, and it did no good to cover the jagged scar against his neck.

    Hamgyong just looked dead, destroyed, as if his heart had been ripped out of him and was presented back on a silver plater. His dark brown hair was stark against his pale skin. Every Guardian could feel the tidal waves of pain engulf Hamgyong through their mental connection. They all tried and failed to console Su-Ho through the mental link they shared ever since the Guardians came to be.

The guardians stood in a half circle, in the middle was a rug where Su-Ho and her child sat. Su-Ho held ondo her child tightly, she was the palest of the all, borderline sickly. She had monochrome red and white eyes, left and right each sporting a Yin Yang iris; they looked blank, as if in a state of shock or dissociation, fear bubbling just beneath the surface. Her hair had to be cut short, it was once so long that it dragged against the floor,  a brilliant white in color, soft and silky with black tips at the very ends, was now hastily and choppily cut to have the longest strands just graze her neck. She was wearing some type of cloak that was covered in dirt for camouflage and had buttons all the way to the bottom.
    "Dae Hyun no," Su-Ho said quietly, pulling her child back into her lap, he let out a loud squeal, then afterwards making mumbling noise. She looked into Pyongyan's eyes, searching, seeing, silently pleading to find any possible way they could change this situation. Nothing.

"I understand that you have no choice but to leave." She said quietly. Everyone turned to look at her. Gyeonggi was the only one to look away right after.
    "We do have a choice." Gyeonggi said, hot anger boiling at the edge of her words. Her eyes where full of guilt. So unlike her.
"We are called Guardians for a reason, we're here to protect you. Not leave you when the Empire of Japan is literally at your doorstep." She sounded like she was holding herself back.
    Gyeonggi was half right.
Su-Ho could feel the men marching through the land. They where close, they all knew that this abandoned farm home with broken in holes for windows and a sunken in ceiling, moss growing in places it shouldn't wouldn't be able to protect them, neither the one before that and the one before that. The boots on there feet felt as if someone was pounding on her head. But the feeling was distant enough for her to not feel a urge to flee just yet. She shivered nonetheless.
    "Gyeonggi no," Jeolla said more quietly then her shorter counterpart. "We must listen to the calling-" "Fuck the calling!" Gyeonggi finally bursted staring daggers Jeolla, who remained unaffected. Gangwon and Gyongsang jumped. "I don't understand why a whisper we hear dictates how long we're allowed to protect the people we love! We where made for this purpose! We come back every generation for this purpose. We can't leave Su-Ho to fight that- that-" she finally stuttered, looking away from Jeolla, quickly bringing her gaze back to her. Now desperate. "That *thing!*"

    "It can't be like that and you know it." Hwanghae snapped, looking over to her.
    Gyeonggi was a very squat woman, hair short and black, her chôson-ot, usually pristine, was a dirty white at best, she rubbed her sweaty hands on her dress and gave him a glare that bounced off of him.
    "We must listen to the goddess Asia, and if she says that we are draining too much of her energy, them we have to go back. The longer it takes to leave, the longer we stay gone, we've already overstayed our stay, we might be gone for 40 years at this point, and that's of we're lucky!" His voice died to a whisper at the end but it was still loud enough for Su-Ho to hear. Her heart sank; she held onto Dae-Hyun a bit harder. He simply looked up at her and smiled his gummy smile. He was wearing one of Su-Ho's older shirts that had been ripped, all his clothing had been burned during the Russo-Japanese war. He had dark brown hair, and what looked like was a small bald spot. They wouldn't of lived if the Guardians weren't there to save them.
    Su-ho bit her lip, how was she supposed to protect this boy without the guardians? They would be hunted down.