Our Tears Makes Us Stronger

OTMUS 9 - The Flower Said to Repel All Evil

~ Chapter 9: The Flower Said to Repel All Evil ~

A girl paced down the streets of Luchina, a small town west of Godow City. She waved her jet-black hair with her bitter stare at the world. She had learned from the townsmen that the demon had returned. The cold, ruthless demon Fuyu.

Rumors of a hunt for Fuyu sparked a deep flame of hatred deep within her heart, her blade thirsting for the blood that had once had slain her family, friends and all that she held dear. Her brows never seemed to cease furrowing and her shining brown eyes glowed with the utmost bitter glare.

Her pompous strut pushed all away from her and left a bubble of personal space surrounding her. She threw a death-bringing glare to anyone who spoke to her and snapped the harshest, spiteful comment one could handle.

Her elegant body moved swiftly, despite its frail looks. Wearing the lightest of fabrics made her capable of zipping through a crowd of people and her highly expensive Edgeworth Boots functioned in any way she could fathom. One misconception from a passerby could easily fall before her in fear, lack of strength or death.

She had witnessed a massacre by one hand, and now she planned to return that overdue refund.

Anemone was what she referred to herself, a flower that is believed to repel evil. Her ambition was to send the demon from whence he came: back into the depths of hell of which he was conceived.

And she stood at outskirts of Godow City, approaching the destiny that had beckoned her for eleven years.

Anemone stepped into Godow City. She had heard about the attack on the city, but she never expected to be as bad as it seemed. Buildings were crumbled to rubble and the howling wind blew the dust and debris across the abandoned streets. She looked both ways of the street. She saw wrecked buildings and broken dreams as far as her eyes could take her.

She tightened her fists, then, relaxed, let them loose.

She walked over towards the castle. It seemed like there was a huge commotion there. Anemone walked past every broken brick, pretending to ignore it and focused on the non-existent road. But every house she passed felt like the warmth of the world was slowly cooling down and dying. The dust and gravel paved the path for her instead of the carefully place brick path she once knew.

She entered a part of the city that was not affected by the demon’s assault and the morning sunlight returned to its formal glory. It shone on the city happily and kept people away from its dark counterpart. Paths were looking familiar and buildings were upright and standing tall, like a soldier on guard duty. She then encountered a couple shouting in the middle of the streets.

“Ala!” they called. “Ala, where are you?”

Anemone walked up to them. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Yes,” the woman said. Tears were streaming down her face. Tears, she thought, the sign of weakness. “Our daughter has been missing for days.”

“We have to respond to the Kingdom’s Flare,” the man said. “But our daughter comes first. If you would be so kind as to help us, we will be forever grateful.”

“Fine,” Anemone said coldly, but as kindly as she could. “I will help you search for your daughter. How old would this girl be?”

“Five,” they replied.

“So be it.” She averted her cold gaze away from them.

The couple told Anemone that they last saw her on the day a winged being destroyed half the city. They were running away from it when suddenly she let go of her father’s hand and got lost in the chaos. They had been searching for days and couldn’t find her.

“I can only help but wonder that she is dead,” the mother sniffed.

“You dull-hearted, weak woman,” Anemone hissed. “You cry when your own daughter is only missing and you give up the idea that she may still be alive? Crying won’t lead you anywhere. You have to wipe all obstacles in your sight and deal with what you got. Tears are for the weak!”

She headed off, back to the dust and rubble, where she found quietness and no tears. She closed her eyes and felt the magic inside her rise. She felt all her anger and hate heat up and a bright orange fire soon surrounded her. The flames showed her a little girl, buried beneath piles of rubble and rock. The flames surrounding her stopped dancing and gathered in front of Anemone. It flew away, like a spirit and she followed it.

The flame radiated a bright orange light through the dust field and went from left to right, up and down until it stopped above a certain wreckage and died out. Anemone drew her sword, its blade singing its shing as it was withdrawn from its sheath. She slashed away at the wrecked building and sent a barrage of swings. She cut it until it was nothing more than dust. She dug at the rubble and found an unconscious, helpless girl curled up in a ball. She picked her up and from dust to dust, returned her to her parents.

She set a small wisp of fire to hover around the girl to keep her cold skin warm. Anemone let out a small, slightly annoyed sigh after the parents thanked her and were in tears, hugging their child.

“Tears,” Anemone mumbled. “First of grief, now of joy. Real strength comes from control over them.”

Anemone turned and walked away without another word. She heard loud flapping above her and a large black feather floated down and gently landed on her out-stretched hand. She held it and looked up. A black winged boy soared over her and gently landed in front of her.

There stood a boy with navy blue hair, stretching his large darker-than-black wings, standing in front her, facing away from her. His eyes were blood red and his face reminded her of the one incident eleven years ago. The incident where a demon with black wings slaughtered everyone in her birthday party. Everyone she knew, gone, stolen from her like a petty thief. She saw her father get impaled while fighting him with several other people; she saw her mother cut to pieces in front of her own eyes; she saw every body left on the floor, lifeless and colourless.

Her eyes widened, burning a bright red fire. She drew her sword and clenched the hilt. Her furrowed brows grew deeper and pierced her skin. A fire of hatred engulfed her.

“YOU!” She growled.

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Hey! Sorry for the short chapter. Lately, I've decided to plan chapters ahead of time so I can make a better storyline and it's a lot better than improvising every chapter and this is what I planned. Dw, the next few chapters are longer, I just wanted to introduce Anemone. i know it's late by like a few months, but Our Tears Makes Us Stronger is one year old now! WOOOOOO!!! *party popper bang* So thanks for reading and look forward to future updates! :D

- :Diego (aka Fuyukun)