Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Watcher ( Chapter 12 )

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Purgatory

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The air felt wonderful, sun shining down on her upturned face. But her features were far from peaceful. Her mind was a thousand miles away; it was in a world far from here, one where pain, jealousy, war, hate, and other vile things still existed. It was on a little boy who was in an extreme amount of pain. No, she did not feel the peace and tranquility of this world, even if she did it was a lie. There was no peace here, she was no powerful mage or important holy being, but she knew. She knew what was going on. She was a normal woman, and one who had until not that long ago was a happy mother, a secretary to a rather important man, an educated woman. One who put importance on sensible things, like the meeting with the American businessmen for the company's products, things like her son's play which he had a bit part that was in a few weeks, like her husband's birthday in a couple of days. She worried over simple stuff: Her blood pressure, the family reunion that she was planning, the cost of the electric bill, what to fix for dinner, her son running off with that skateboard of his.

 

No, she never worried about the impossible, but she should have. She closed her eyes, thinking about that day. Her last day. It was a nice day; they were in town for a little shopping and fun. Yulie wanted that skateboard and how could she say no? He had worked so hard to pull up his grades; he had always struggled with school. Then he took it and ran to try it out, forgetting that they were in a very large city, one that she could lose him so easily. And she had lost him.

 

Memory flashed images of that day in her head. Searching the streets, the way everything just seemed to stop, the screams then the silence. She remembered her husband grabbing her arm and then they were running, around a corner of a building. Fear of the improbable building in her, terror at the sight of something out of the past, warriors, soldiers grabbing innocent people and herding them into…. someplace.

 

She remembered backing away, worried about her son. She had lost him before all of this had started, was he still free? It was this fear for his safety that made her see things that weren't there. She thought she saw her little boy being hauled into that dark place and she was running to help him. But a hard hand, one that spun her around to face her attacker, stopped her. At first she could not make any sense of what she saw, her mind refusing to compute the information her eyes were sending it. When she finally focused on the being before her what she saw shocked her. A man in a bright armor, it was a magenta color, and it had six weapons sticking out of the back, reminding her of a spider. His voice penetrated her shocked mind and she would never forget his words.

 

“My dear woman, you would not like to go in that direction. For my master has declared all who are useful to him be brought to his realm. You would be very useful and I would hate to see what would happen to you if you entered his realm through that portal. That portal leads to the Nether Spirits sanctuary and only those who they chose can enter there. Your death would not be pretty.” The whole time she had stared into his face, if that was what she could call it. All she could see was an eye, a blue eye. He struck her as human, not some demented demon yet he was obviously one of them. His words were courteous yet the tone was mocking.

 

Her next memory was jumbled as everything happened at once. Her husband shouting and rushing the armored man, being shoved backwards out of the way, looking up from the ground to see a soldier gutting her husband, the man in armor yelling in rage at the soldier, then a shadow over her form and looking up in to the face of another one of the soldiers. Looking up at the sword he held over his head, the glint of steel as it arced down towards her, then nothing, nothing but death.

 

And she had lost him, her son; she had looked on this side for him, but was told that he had survived, as had many others. She was also told that the strange beings that had taken over the city had been defeated permanently. Yet she was not allowed to watch, to guide her son through his life. She had lost him.

 

Yulie had a stubborn streak in him, one that went hand in hand with his innate courage. This was no fluke for he shared that same trait with his mother. Long ago his father gave up trying to change her and he had resigned himself to the fact that his son was just like his mother in that regard. That same stubborn streak had allowed her to find a way to watch. And what she had seen had stunned her.

 

Now it was time, time to tell all of what she had seen. She was not the type of woman to see a wrong committed and do nothing about it. No she was going to do something that could potentially get her in a lot of hot water. But God help her if she was just going to stand there and watch.