Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Shinigami and the Summoner ❯ Prologe ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The tiny figure circled her hands in front of chest as if holding a sphere and bowed; toward the wore gravestone. She then rose and kneeled down upon her knees, “Oh, father give me strength. I'm going to meet my guardians in only a few weeks but…” She stopped, “I don't believe I am really to make the great journey that you did so many years ago. Help me father.” She said quietly. She rose again and bowed before leaving gravestone; Sakura, the only daughter of the Great Summoner Azuma Kwok. Stood leaning over the bridge looking into the stream below. The light breeze blew her bright red hair, two long strains hung from the side of head the rest was tied firmly into a high ponytail. She watched the colorful fish swim up and down the stream.

“Lady Sakura!” A voice shouted, “The elders have been trying to you.”

Sakura nodded, it was one of the monks from the village. The monk by now was kneeling pushing one of his fists into the ground.

“You may stand.” Sakura commanded she walked passed the man her arms folded in her dark blue kimono. Then man bowed again and followed closely behind her.

Moments later they had reached the village; not wanting to arouse the people Sakura walked along the outside of the grass huts until she reached the temple. Their at the large iron doors the elders stood, turning their heads to one side. Sakura knew she stayed to long at her father's grave, but she didn't care because she was the chosen Summoner she should be able to do whatever she wanted. The elders do not believe that way; they still saw her as a child. Enough twelve was the age that the villagers believed a girl would become a woman. The elders wouldn't until she could be able to summon an aeon and with the deadline coming closer to starting the great journey; they became worried.

“Sakura, you must not dwell on your father's death.” The elder the scolding her again, “I believe it is time for you to go to the fayth and pray. Pray to the fayth, pray that you master your first aeon and begin the great journey.” Sakura's face turned red with angrier pray for this, pray for that was all she ever heard out of them. She pushed though the elders and opened the door to the temple. Inside the temple was lit with burning candles, the warm glow bounced off statues of the aeons. Sakura glanced up at them before heading to the chamber to pray.

Two of the elders stood remaining at the door. “Have you heard the reports? Words are that other summoners and their guardians are disappearing. The fiends are becoming stronger. This will be the third time she will try and summon an aeon. What do you think?” The elder asked the other.

“I do not know.” He replied, “If she can't summon an aeon she must rely on her magic alone. I'm afraid even that will not be enough.” The elders felt a strong cold wind from the forest, a storm was coming.

“Alright let's close the doors, a storm is coming; a strong one by the looks of it.” Black clouds swirled in the setting sky. Lighting flashed and rain began to drop from the sky; and the wind howled against the temple walls.

From inside the chamber Sakura could feel the storms presents. By this time the storm had been going on for hours, all the elders and monk were asleep in their beds. Sakura was the only one awake. She tiptoed down the hall and into the entrants of the temple. Most of the candles were still burning brightly. She stared at the statue of the aeon she mastered only an hour ago.

“Thank you, Valefor.” She bowed, and then breathed in the smoldering scent. The storm died down the Sakura opened the iron doors and stepped outside. Large rain puddles were scattered across the village.

“This will be fun.” She leaped down from the temple steps into one of the puddles splashing the rainwater everywhere. Her blue kimono was now covered in brown muddy spots of dirt and water. She wished she was a villager, play all day not having to worry about the duties of a summoner or having work with the elders. She glanced over to the bridge that leads to her father's grave. The bridge glowed in a strange light. The color of cherry blossoms but the center was as black as the night's sky. Sakura reached the bridge; she slowly raised her hand to the light. “A portal. I wonder where it goes?” Sakura quickly looked around, “It won't hurt, and I know how to get back.” She stepped one foot though, “Maybe I should…no I've already prayed and I mastered the first aeon. I can get back.” With that Sakura stepped into the portal, not knowing what lay on the other side.