It's been like, three hours since we got here. Let's just go already!
The voice in my head won't leave me alone anymore. He want's me to take him back to the mirror, but I won't let him. I have to see my family. Only two people showed up to the funeral besides me. The first was my dirtbag father, who was surprisingly sober. The second, a stranger to me, stood almost 6'5( like two inches taller than me) and wore all red. I wore my black kimono and held a rose to scatter for my mother.
"We'll leave once the service is over and I set this rose to her." I heard the voice sigh heavily and my head felt warm. He withrew and waited. After the service was finished and my last words were said, I left for my house. I was shoked to find that the man in red stood at my door, his gaze fixed upon me. He stepped forward and said this:"Boy, was she your mother?"
"Yes." I could tell that he was thinking rather hard. "How do you know her?" The man sighed and said:"We were old friends, your mother and I..........I was the only one who knew of her secrets besides you. He placed his hand on my head, and I felt a twinge of pain. His eyes glowed a devilish red.
"I have come to claim what was willed to me by your mother. The mirror, Kyuigetsuboh". The mirror! "I don't know what you're talking about..............."
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Chronicles of the Cardinal Blade........
I love music, and writing fantasy. This journal will be excerpts from a recent fantasy novell involving an old japenese samurai.
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