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Hanging Tree - Shidge.

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It was the  12th century and the world was mostly ran by the Samurais.

The strong ruled

Those who blindly followed lived

The weak died

Most would be killed and punished by the samurais is cruel inhumanly ways, their bodies left to be seen by the whole town as a warning. As you walk along the woods when traveling you would always find a hanging tree. Those punished as the samurais were on a move. 

It was a harsh time to live, if the winter, hunger and sickness didnt kill you then the samurais did. 

An old tree sat in a town with an old hanging rope tied and ready for use but no body hanged. It was waiting for a certain person, a person who broke the rules and fought back without fear of death. Someone you travelled around saving as many as they could. They knew the tree was waiting for them. 

The hanging Tree stayed calling for her to return but she wouldn't return not until she had peace. 

Her name was once Katie Holt. She had long soft hazel hair and bright pretty hazel eyes. Cute freckles over her cheeks and nose while her skin was as white as snow. She was trained to be the perfect wife one day from a young age but she was also training with a sword by her father. 

Her father a kind samurais who cared for his people and would put them first before himself. He gave the town warm winters, plenty of food and water and treated the sick the best he could. He treated the town like his own family and he loved his family more then anything. 

He was proud of his smart son and daughter who both could fight well for their age. He would always make them laugh and smile everyday, even when he had lots of work needing to be done he put them first. 

The children felt loved by their mother and father and was glad the town shared the love.

But the town went down in flames and blood filled the ground. Screams and cried filled the air along with a hint of death as a powerful samurais came to take the town as his own and didnt agree when their father fought back. The town watched as the king samurais was killed protecting them and they bowed their heads to the new samurais of their town knowing the kind old samurais wouldn't want them to die. 

Things only became worse as the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. More died and more lost hope at their old peaceful days. But as the new samurais forced himself on the old wife the children fought back. As the town watched the children be punished they fought back and a war broke out. A war that the town lost as flames and death took over the town. 

The daughter told her brother to run while the new samurais was distracting with killing the town. Her brother ran thinking she would join him be she just closed the hidden door and ran towards the town, holding her Katana that her father had made just for her. She used it to slash down as many samurais she could, trying to save the town people but she was just a young twelve year old girl. She wasn't as strong as trained samurais and was stopped by the new leader. 

He punished her in ways that would scar her outer and inner body for life. 

She watched as he tied a rope to an old tree she once use to read under as a child and glared at the new leader. 

Her weak body dragged towards the tree as she lost hope but as she was reaching the steps she used the last of her strength to kick the wooden steps making the new leader fall and relases her. She ran as fast her little hands could, picking up her katana she dropped in town and ran. She promised she would finish her fate once she found peace. 

Now her name was Pidge. 

She had short soft hazel hair that ended at her shoulders, bright pretty hazel eyes that held danger. Cute freckles over her cheeks and nose often covered in dirt. She was still small for her age but she was smart and a great samurais. Her pale skin still as white as snow but covered in slight dirt. 

She no longer just had her sword beside her but her partner. 

Shiro was his name, he was an samurais who worked under a lord but ran away when he didnt agree with killing innocent people. He is tall and strong, a great fighter in pidge eyes. He had light skin that slightly was covered in dirt and a scar over his nose. He had smooth black hair with a fluffy white tuff. Gently but deadly grey eyes and he was truly handsome. 

She saved him when he was cornered without his katana and outnumbered. She sat on the roof slightly in aww by how he looked. She wouldn't like, he was the most good looking man she ever look and the hope in his eyes made her fill with hope herself. She flitch as one samurais slashed at him, leaving a cut over his chest. Anger filled her body and she jumped down attacking, killing the group without mercy before turning to him. 

He stood in shocked and yet he gave a gentle smile towards her before picking up a katana and slashing down a samurais who ran round the corner. 

The two became partners and helped bring peace and free towns. They didnt always kill unless they had no choice and well be the top two most wanted, often made them have to kill to live.

She trusted shiro with her love and he trusted her with his world. 

She fell in love with the man and it seemed he loved her since the start. 

She fought beside the man she loved and she could no longer hear the hanging tree calling for her. 

She knew the hanging tree stood waiting for her to return but shiro was the calling for her now and his voice was strong enough to pull her body and soul to him. 

She found her new hanging tree and it was by his side.