Fan Fiction ❯ Regaining ❯ Chapter 1

Regaining

 

“And here we are, wasting our time on this planet, this life!” A young woman spoke to a crowd of people. Her short hair lay behind her ears, her fair face with soft rose colors, lips pink, and her eyes, those blue pearls, looking into their souls, almost making the people believe in what she spoke of.

 

“Preaching, again, Mitani?” An old man watched the girl, proud of what she spoke of, the grace of words she had was remarkable. His skin though was not that of the girl's, more dried out and yellow, lips pail and eyes of a dim hazel.

 

The girl turned and looked at him, smiling sadly, “Yes, papa.” She walked over to him, as the crowd dispersed, “Papa, why won't they listen? And you, you hear me, but do nothing to help…”

 

“Mitani, you know why I do not help. I am but an old feeble man, whose life will end as times slowly passes, but you, my daughter, you have been given the gift of eternal life. A life of the immortals, just as your mother did.” He looked into his daughter's eyes.

 

“Papa,” He looked at her firmly, “I understand, but,” Her eyes wondered away from his, glazed,” but, you don't deserve to die just a poor less old man. You are the kin-“

 

“Daughter, we are never to talk of that time.” He stopped her, firmly, staring into her eyes.

 

“But…”

 

He hugged her then whispered into her ear,” I know I am and one day you will take back what is rightfully yours. You will face many dangers, but you will be accompanied with a man who will protect you through many journeys. I must ask you to believe in this man,” He stopped for a moment, “Tonight, my dear, is when your journey begins. Leave once the sun sets and do not look back as you travel. No matter what, you can't come back to the village…”

 

“Papa…” She held him close to herself, “I love you…”

 

“I love you, too.” The hugged for a few moments, then he pulled away, “Let us go home.” She nodded then they walked, going through the forest, then up the hill and to their small cottage.

 

Papa worked out in the garden, while Mitani sat inside, watching the sky, dreading the moment the sun would disappear over the horizon and she would have to leave her village.

 

“Mitani,” Papa entered the small home, “It is time…”

 

Mitani nodded, “I know…” Her eyes watered, “Papa…”

 

He limped across the small cottage, and picked up a package, “This is yours…open it…”

 

She took the large package, when she was younger she had always wondered what was in the package, but was always told never to touch it. She unwrapped it slowly, hidden within it was an fighting outfit and a large staff. A tear ran down her rose cheeks, as it did Papa wiped it away, “Papa, I can't.”

 

He softly smiled, “My daughter, always be proud of who and what you are. Never, doubt.” She smiled, “Now, go! Quickly!” He led her out the door and to a secret path in the forest, “Be quick child!” He gave her a light push then turned making sure no one was coming.

 

“Never look back…” He whispered as she walked away, it was the last time he would see his beloved child, “I love you…”

 

Tears ran down her cheeks, dropping to the ground. Her tears shone as they hit the ground, and then faded into just a dull droplet. She walked for what seemed to be hours, but what was only an hour. She reached the highest peak of the hill, where no trees were planted. She could see the entire village, including her home.

 

She sadly smiled, “This is where we depart, my beloved village.” She watched it for a few moments, looking at the villagers in the fields and the town folks. Sadness consumed her, as she left, but she knew it must be done.

 

Many small lights, torches, came from the north of the village, “Men…but why are they coming to the-” She then realized what was going on. The saddest gaze crossed her face, clouds gathered as she watched.

 

The small torches were thrown into the house, which soon became a huge rage of fire. Many homes burnt to the ground, screams of the people inside could be heard from atop the mountain. Men could be seen in the fields, slicing and trampling the workers. She could then see the men going to the cottage, seeing the Papa greet them, as he stood proud out side the door, watching them come. Words of disgust were being spoken between them, then the leader raised his sword and slash at the Papa, who fell to the ground. They then went into the house, some staying out side with torches, looking for something or someone. They then came out and got onto the horses. The leader then signaled to throw the torches.

 

Mitani looked on, watching the cottage burn to the ground and the man she called Papa being beheaded, “You knew…” One tear then rolled across her face. She wanted to run back, but she knew couldn't. She had a mission and a promise to fulfill.

 

`No matter what, you can't come back to the village…' Papa's word ran through her head.