He was a boy cursed by the god of Punishment to an overwhelming sadness. Destined for a tragic fate. Reborn into the ashes of a forest.
Found by a white nine tailed fox that would show him the way. To help mend his sadness so he could rise a great...
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Kira woke up sometime in the middle of the night. Crickets chirped their lullaby's and the owls eyes glowed in the darkness. It was a bit cooler now, shivers spread throughout her body as she looked all around her.
The king slept soundly next to her. His hair disheveled, mouth agape, and his butt was in the air. She stifled a laugh so not to disturb him. She had half a mind to push him over. But thought better of it.
Leaves rustled in the tree nearby, the sound of something dripping slowly caught her attention. Carefully and strategically she scanned her surroundings for the source.
There. It was coming from the tree. Small crystals fell from the bark. It's trunk bending over the once dry bank. That now appeared to be filled with puffy white clouds filled with moving pictures.
"What is this witchcraft" she whispered, gazing into the magical stream.
"It's not witchcraft." Whispered a soft voice. Kira's head snapped back to the tree. In the center were beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. She could have sworn the tree had a face and it was smiling at her.
Kira rubbed her eyes and looked again. Just to be sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. However when she looked again, the eyes were still looking at her.
"Hello?" She asked shakily. Kira was convinced she was dreaming. She had to be dreaming.
"Don't be afraid, young one."
Kira's hand rested cautiously on her dagger. Her eyes never shifted from the tree.
"What are you?"
"I am Hwasa."
"How can you talk?"
"All creatures of the Mystic Forest can talk. However we often choose to dwell in silence." The trees bark smiled.
"Mystic Forest? Never heard of it." Retorted Kira.
"You aren't meant to."
Kira narrowed her eyes. "That makes no sense. Everything is known."
"Then you are naive, little one."
"Not everything is black and white. But I can't blame you for not knowing. It's not your fault. However, you dream the same dream every night."
Kira became irritated. She didn't dream. Hasn't dreamed for as long as she can remember.
"You can't remember them, can you?"
"I think I'd remember if I dreamt anything." She said haughtily. The trees' leaves rustled.
"See for yourself." The tree motioned for her to look at the stream filled with pictures in clouds.
Kira stared at the tree for a moment, then slowly turned to gaze into the stream once more.
There stood Kira, a bit younger than she is now. A young man with blonde hair and eyes that turned to crescent moons when he smiled at her, stood close by. He would make things out of a blue smoke that would form in his hands and then he'd give it to her. She'd take it, giggling happily.
