BLOOD BOUND [NOVELETTE-COMPLETED]

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

Year 1227, the Heian Palace burned down and was never rebuilt. That was what the media said. No facts were ever exposed how the great palace had burnt down into ashes and who could possibly have done it.

The people who are under the control of the media ate up the shallow explanation without further questioning. Their reasons were because the palace had dealt with so many fires and other disasters to think further of the mere circumstance going on at the present.

Year 1869, the palace's location changed and was named as Meiji Palace. The palace also experienced fire and then restored as well.

Year 1877, the palace is now in the north-eastern of the old Heian Palace and is formally known as Kyoto Gosho which is open for the public's eyes.

If people are to look to different search engines, it is an open yet secretive topic immediately shut off. The media will tell all the same news, 'it burnt down.' And that is all there is to it. No further explanation was there to be studied on. The government had also remained silent to the topic.

Year 2228, history will be repeating itself.

None of the humans know about their existence, the government make it so, so havoc won't play into action. Human's does get scared of the unknown. But the lack of knowledge keeps them from sinking into the consequence of their ignorance.

Not only in Japan, it is happening worldwide, but the root had a certain attachment to this land, making this year the possible beginning of human extinction, to be started with the most technological advanced country, Japan.

| March 22 of year 2228; 12:00am | Heian Palace | The Empress' Room |

Inside a thick enclosure I would still hear voices and sounds I hoped I could stray upon slumber. Yet even in my deep sleep, I would hear them. The most I could be thankful for is, how it would be faint and tolerable through my sleep.

The distance and the thick barrier that shields me away from everything must be the core reason why I have rested fine—not until this hour.

Inside this pitch darkness I heard a vibration of voice, introducing a new language. I can't help but actually have a slight curiosity. This voice had always cried its burden for quite some time. I have witnessed the change of the voice's notation but I am aware of the similarity of the location—it came from the same person. This time, the person is alone.

I could hear his teardrops rolling down his cheeks. I could hear his sobs and the movements of his shoulders during the process of inhaling and exhaling. I could hear his heart whispering his grief. I could hear him.

I was enclosed by this darkness but I could see him through my keen hearing. I had built his physique through the vibrations coming from his body. Those tiny noises that I consider loud and deafening had managed to be really useful in this kind of situation.

For the last couple of years I have been resting in this place, just like always, I had kept quiet and I listened.

His cries are odd. Almost like he's chased and is cornered. It has been so long to have my ability be in this certain level to identify a situation much clearer, maybe I am getting better now.

"I—the-they were—" The young man's voice wasn't steady. He was out of breath, which means he either run or held his breath for a long period of time. "They're coming." And then, his emotions were null. I can hear him steadied his eyeballs, looking at particularly nothing, spacing. "What do I do?"

Then I heard a series of swift movements in the air. There is certainly something going on. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate more.

These sharp noises are familiar. I have heard it before. My head ached when something flashed on my vision—a memory. I grinded my teeth, that was short but is too painful, I almost lost my breath.