The Red Thread of Fate

Chapter 1: Origins of The Red Thread of Fate

It was a peaceful day at the Gokuu residence. Blue skies not a single cloud in sight. A light breeze would flow through the air all you hear is the soft jingle of a wind chime. On a porch you see three people settled down relaxing. There are two girls and a boy each with a gap in age. Two of them sat on the porch, while the youngest got to play with her red ball. Laughing and smiling as she did. The boy was drinking tea next to one of the girls, who the latter was serving it to him. He was a Fifteen-year-old with white and red hair tied up in a loose ponytail wearing all black, with a red belt, yellow cuffs, and wearing red traditional Chinese makeup. 

The girl next to him was eight-years-old with shoulder length blonde hair, blonde eyelashes and green eye-shadow She wears a white robe resembling a Buddhist outfit with her back exposed in a circle, A rakusu worn around her neck and a sash tied around her waist with a grey undershirt underneath. She also wore white gloves and green fingernails. She adorns a golden headpiece on her head with a white cloth on her head. She has a green shawl decorated with butterfly patterns. She wears white shoes with golden swirl patterns. Lastly, the little girl playing by herself, who now ended up playing in the water. Abandoning her ball.

She was a young five-year-old girl with green bright eyes filled with purity and innocence. With medium length orange hair with a green gradient at its tips. She wears red traditional chinese makeup as well as wearing a green long sleeve with white cuffs tied with a red belt attached to a red tail. As well as wearing black pants and black slippers. Like most children her age, her fun had quickly grown tiresome and was done playing. "I'm so bored!!" Said the 5 year-old, whining a little bit. 

It wasn't as if she didn't like the quiet atmosphere, on the contrary, she enjoyed it as much as the next person. It's just that it often happens so often that it began taking its toll of annoying her. She turned to her back, sat down on the ground, and looked up at the blue sky. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful that it bored her to death.

Giggling at the small child, the other girl then asked her, "Want to hear a story Samon?" Samon. That was her name. She turned her head and looked at the blonde-haired girl. Samon stayed quiet to think and then happily nodded. She got up and sat between the two and looked up at the girl with eyes filled with anticipation. "Please tell it to me, Big sis Noriko." She said with that soft little voice of her. 

Noriko smiled as she held her close. She began running her fingers through Samon's hair and began to tell the story of one of China's famous folklore. The Red Thread of Fate. And it was this tale that shape Samon's future.

"Once upon a time, while walking home one night, a young boy saw an old man, an man named Yue Xia Lao, standing beneath the moonlight. When the boy was close, The man began to explain to the him that he was attached to his destined wife by a red thread. Yue Xia Lao then pointed towards the direction of a young girl just a few feet away and told the boy, "That young girl is destined to be your wife." Being young and having no interest in having a wife, the young boy picked up a rock and threw it at the girl. Once he did, the boy then ran away." Noriko said as she made the tale sound more magical than it should be. But it made Samon happy. She was much more interested and was in focus. Paying close attention now. 

Samon gipped her sleeve, quietly asking her to keep telling her story. Noriko laughed softly as she continued. "Many years had passed and the boy has since grown into a young man. Once he was of age, his parents had arrange a wedding for him. On the night of his wedding, his wife waits for him in their bedroom, with the traditional veil covering her face. Raising it, the man was delighted to find that his wife was one of the great beauties of his village. However, he noticed that she wore an adornment on her eyebrow. He asked her, "Why do you wear such a thing?" Her answer? Surprised him greatly. She told him that, when she was a young girl, a boy had thrown a rock at her. The rock struck her, leaving a scar on her eyebrow. She self-consciously wears the adornment to cover it up. The woman was, in fact, the same young girl connected to the man by the red thread shown to him by Yue Xia Lao back in his childhood, showing that they were connected by the red thread of fate."

Samon looked confused. "The red thread of fate?" she asked. She had been heard about it, but she never fully understood it before. Noriko nodded. "That's right. It's also referred as the Red thread of Marriage. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. Often, in Japanese and Korean culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread" is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎorén, often abbreviated to Yuè Lǎo, the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break."

Samon didn't know why but she started to love this story. Normally, stories like these were may too mushy and gross, that she tended to tune them out. Disinterested in the whole idea. But the way Noriko had told it to her seemed to change her mind about it. "There is actually a saying that there are certain people who can see the cord tied to their own finger." 

Samon's eyes lit up with great curiosity and interest. "Really?! Some people can actually it?" She asked, excitedly. Noriko giggled, smiling down at her and nodded. "That's right. But there's so few of them, that no one is certain who can see them. But I think it's for those who are truly smiled upon by the Gods, who want them to be in pure happiness and love. Who knows Samon, you might be one of the people who can see the cord."

"Me...?" Samon looked up to the sky, lost in thought. Noriko's words took her for a turn. Could what she said...really be true? Could she really be one the few who could see the red string? Samon thought it over and then she smiled.

It was then that she made a promise to herself. If she was one of few who could see the thread, then whoever it is out there in the world, she would cherish them and love them with all her heart. She'll believe it. She will not make the silly mistake like the boy in the story.

As Samon began to daydream about the future, she didn't know it at the time, but this story had already set up the path for her to take. The story will come to life based on her and her lover's actions. They say that many things happen in the most mysterious ways, and Samon will soon learn...just how right they were.

This. Was the beginning of Samon's story.