1 Escaping from the Past [Sero or Invite][NK] Sat Jan 13, 2018 12:01 am
Jihi
D-rank
Prologue
Four years ago a man and a woman had been murdered while living on the outskirt of the village: a retired Jounin and his seamstress wife who owned a small tailoring shop in the village – one who designed beautiful kimono and other elegant attire. Their daughter, barely twelve years old at the time and a fresh from the Academy Genin, had gone missing – the worst presumed after she didn’t surface again. Their home where the attack had originated had been burned to the ground with the man inside, and his wife had been found further out after having fled with her daughter as her husband tried to hold the attackers at bay – the scene of the woman’s death being where the child’s trail had gone cold.
The Present
Running. How long had it been now? An hour, two hours? Her chest stung, her legs felt like they were on fire – which was saying something considering her icy body temperature all to natural for someone of her clan. She was hungry and exhausted, her body not exactly broken but certainly showing the signs of abuse she had suffered and of the beatings she had endured – fresh bruises and cuts mostly, among other scars that had healed with time and left behind nothing more but their memories. She had no idea where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stop: they were still behind her.
It had taken all of her willpower to pull off what she had: she had become docile over the past two years, and yet those who held her captive had not believed it, not until much recently. She had waited patiently until they had let their guard down, and then she had stolen a scroll she knew to contain weapons and had escaped as quietly and stealthily as possible. She had timed it as well as possible, knowing she had only half an hour or so before someone would come to check on her as she had been put to work with creating a dress for the daughter of the man who had held her: she had subdued the girl and then escaped out the window, timing her exit from her captors property around the patrol that constantly patrolled the building. Of course the dogs had caught her scent immediately, making her window for escape even smaller – she had hoped after all it would take someone a while to notice the subdued girl, but the dogs had all but destroyed that extra twenty minutes she had really needed.
So here she was, the full moons light dancing across her long white hair, silver colored eyes, pale flesh, and the white tank top and pants she wore – torn in small areas from the various brush she had ran through: a black colored bar-code tattooed onto her right arm marking her as ‘property’, as a slave in plain view. While she couldn’t see the people chasing her she could definitely hear them: both the shouts as well as the dogs barking. She had no idea how many there were yet she knew that if they caught her she wouldn’t stand a chance. It was perhaps this, and the sheer utter terror and fear she was feeling, that had her not paying attention to the island which she was nearing…
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