Moonlight Rain

No Whamon!!

“Where am I?” Amaya inquired at the darkness that surrounded her.

“You are deep inside your own mind child.” a familiar female voice told her calmly as the darkness went from pitch black to sky blue with red and yellow balls of light floating around them.

“Who are you?” Amaya asked the woman who sat in the middle of the area.

“I think you can answer that question yourself.” the woman informed Amaya as she motioned for her to come closer.

The woman was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands pressed together, like she was praying, in front of where her heart should be. Her face held a friendly smile as a bushy red and silver fox tail swished across the floor behind her. Her yellow cat slit eyes held kindness as her silver ears twitched ever so slightly as Amaya approached her.

Her short red hair was barely an inch above her shoulders and a small blue feather held in her hair by a small crescent moon danced in the slight breeze that had suddenly started blowing. A small V shaped headband laid on the floor next to two silver cuff bracelets and a pair of dark blue heeled boots. It was then that Amaya notice those items were missing from the woman before her and that the woman had thick black lines that spiraled all the way down to her ankles which had a thick black ring that went all the way around her them.

Her feet were that of a human as well, but they had three crescent moons tattooed on them, like the points of a triangle that someone forgot to put the lines to. Her toenails were of the same black color as her claws and her wrists and arms had the same thick line like marks on them.

“Kitsunamon?” Amaya inquired as she sat down on her knees in front of the woman.

“Yes Amaya, it is I. I apologize for taking over your mind, but I had to apologize to Sorcerymon for all that I put him and Seraphimon through.” Kitsunamon apologized with a slight bow of the head.

“How is it possible for us to talk like this? How can you talk to me? I thought you were just a spirit that I used to help the others!” Amaya inquired as her voice rose to a panicky level.

“Calm down child, I am just a spirit, but we are connected for you are the one I chose to use my spirit. It was no accident; you and I are the same in some ways.

We both rebel against others when they demand something from us, but we will go along with it when we have no other solution.” Kitsunamon stated calmly as she held her hands out to Amaya with her palms up.

Amaya examined her hands and for the first time she noticed a crescent moon was tattooed in the center on her palms. She hesitantly placed her hands into Kitsunamon's hands and felt the warmth of her skin against her cold skin.

“Were you actually banished to the moons?” Amaya inquired as she thought back to what Sorcerymon had yelled at her.

“I was banished, because I refused to leave, but even after Seraphimon's banishment I stayed and helped the warriors to the best of my ability.” Kitsunamon informed her with a sad smile and cloudy eyes.

“What happened to you?” Amaya inquired as the room started to dissolve like a depixelating picture.

“Amaya!”

“Our time is up. We will speak again.” Kitsunamon told Amaya as she disappeared and everything went pitch black once again.

“Amaya! Amaya, please! Wake up!” Tommy cried in Amaya's ear which caused her to stir slightly.