The library
I was in my parent's house, The air was cold due to the air conditioner which was nearly constantly on. I was standing in the main room, next to a dying potted tree, and an old magenta coloured urn. There were voices all around me, I looked about and listened, but the words all jumbled together. The voices were familiar, I could tell that one was my mother, and the other was someone I knew, but I could not place it.
I caught a part of the conversation. "I am sure that we can arrange something," my mother's falsely sophisticated voice spoke, and I could almost smell her sickening perfume, and hear the jingle of her gold earrings.
"Very well then, shall we go and speak with her father?" That was the other voice, a male voice, rather cold sounding. Then I had it, I knew who he was. I began backing toward the front door, listening intently. They had stopped speaking and now I could hear footsteps coming in my direction. I grasped the doorknob and turned, opening the door into the night.
Then I was running, I had to get away from there. Anywhere but that house. I ran and ran, feeling the rain against my face, and the branches scratching at my arms. The dark forest enclosed about me, and I felt much safer than before, even with the strange watched feeling that I had. I came to a stop in a small clearing, and stood catching my breath.
"Hello there," came a voice from behind me. I whirled around, my long black ponytail splashing water as I turned.
"Who are you?" I asked the blue-haired man who stood before me. He just smiled, one of those bad-boy smiles which can melt anyone, and took a step toward me. "Who are you?" I repeated, quieter this time.
"You may call me Anubisu," he said, keeping that smile. The air began to become darker. I took a step backward and felt something cold hit my bare ankle. I looked down and there, sitting upon the ground was a beautiful bouquet of the palest yellow roses. I picked them up and looked at the man before me.
"are these from you?" I asked holding up the flowers. He simply shook his head no.
I looked back down at the bouquet, and searched for a note. That was when I saw it, a tiny envelope stuck into the wrapping paper. I took it out and opened it. One word: Shiro.
My eyes went wide and I felt a sharp sting of pain in my right hand which held the flowers. I looked down and saw blood pouring down my fingers. And then it all faded.
I sat up in bed with a jolt. It had only been a dream. I sighed with relief, and rubbed the sleep out of my nearly black brown eyes. It was almost morning anyway, and I knew that after a dream such as that one I would never be able to get back to sleep. I stood up stretching and then, in the strange half light of the time just before dawn, something caught my eye. Sitting upon the nightstand next to my bed, was a vase filled with pale, nearly shimmering yellow roses. There was a note lying upon the table next to it. I opened the small envelope, pulling out the black card. I read the silver writing.
The air was clean and cool, with mist and dew clinging onto everything as the first rays of sun came up over the horizon, threatening to burn it all away with it's heat. I smiled, looking down over the side of the old foot bridge. The wind rustled, and the leaves of one of the huge weeping willows brushed against my face. I sighed, it had been so long since I had heard from him, we had parted on such bad terms. I had hoped that he would have forgotten me, that we would never meet again. I had known all along however that this would happen, that this day would come. We were after all bound together. I glanced down at my bandaged right hand, my smile turning to a frown. Then ever so lightly I heard a rustling noise from behind me, and something like soft koto music. I began to turn, but was too slow. I felt something hit me in the back, and I fell. I caught a glimpse of a woman, dressed in fine clothing, but without a face, and then I blacked out.
I awoke lying on the bridge, with the sound of the running water beneath me. I reached up to the railing to pull myself up. My hand met with something slimy. I clenched my teeth, and pulled myself up, I had one hell of a headache. As soon as I was standing I quickly pulled my hand from the rail and looked down at it.
The nearly rotting railing of the bridge shimmered in the sunlight which filtered through the trees. I looked at the silvery web more closely and wrinkled my nose, There were slug trails all over the railing, and the bridge for that matter. I walked down the steps on one side and looked at the bare earth confused. How could there be trails on the bridge but nowhere else. I ascended the steps once more and looked out at the stream. Something sparkled from within the cool water. I leaned over the railing to get a better look. Whatever it was, shone like a rainbow sphere. The more I looked at it the more I wanted it. I ran down the steps and over to where I had seen the object.
It was still there, in the very centre of the stream. I rolled up my black jeans and took off my shoes. Then I waded in, and picked up the object. It was a small crystal orb, a little bit larger than a shooter marble, so it fit inside my hand perfectly. I could feel it's power pulsing through me, and I smiled. Then images began flashing through my mind, rotting corpses, old dead earth, ancient buildings, everything, the world, all decaying. I closed my eyes and reopened them, the visions fading.
My Name is Meigachi Riana, known to my friends as Lin. I am what you would call a psychic. I can see through things such as illusions, it is my power, sometimes I can even see the future, but that is very rare, and when it does occur it is not ever in time for me to help. I remember, once when I was a small child, a man, who called me "The child of Ashes", I never could understand that. Things are never easy for any of us, but we can still fight back, against the cruelty, against the horrible things in the night, but the only way to fight them, is to be them. There is nothing frightening in darkness if you face it.