She can see them, she can hear them, she is the only one who understands them. They worship her....
Aoi Nakasone and Danielle Harris kneel in the river behind Kitty Walker's house.
'I don't see any armour,' complains Aoi.
'That's because you've been looking in the same spot for three hours,' says Danielle, brushing long, black bangs out of his eyes. 'What's that?'
Aoi looks where Danielle is pointing. There is a shimmering, bronze helmet laying in the water. It has two eye slits and on top, golden hairs from a horses tail.
Aoi jumps up and runs over.
'Don't touch it,' Danielle warns him.
'Why?' asks Aoi, 'it's not like it's dangerous.'
'It's watching you,' says Danielle. 'Look.'
'Danielle that doesn't even make sense,' Aoi snorts. 'It's not like it has eyes.'
'Look again, Aoi. Then you'll see. It's watching you. get away from it, Aoi!'
Danielle runs from the creek and Aoi feels suddenly alone and afraid. His hand brushes against something soft and cold. Aoi freezes. He glances down, but he can't see it. All he knows is that it feels human. And that it feels dead.
Aoi turns his head. What he is touching is a human hand, it hardly looks like one anymore. It seems to have rotted over many centuries, the flesh is peeled away in some parts, revealing bone. Aoi, nagyelo with fear, can only stare. However his curiosity overcomes fear when he sees the bronze sword glimmering, still clasped in the hand. Aoi lifts the sword out of the river and crawls out. He hears a howling moaning sound coming from the trees. He looks up. The sky has a greenish-grey tinge to it.
Tornado! he thinks, dropping the sword.
'I'm dreaming,' he says aloud, 'this is a dream.'
Aoi shuts his eyes.
Aoi opens his eyes. He is laying on the ground sword clasped in his hand. The sky still has the greenish-grey tinge.
It was a dream. he thinks What the hell is going on?
Aoi turns towards where Kitty's house should be. Instead a cliff looms above him. Aoi's long, red hair flies in front of his face. The strong wind knocks him to the ground. His head hits a rock, knocking him unconscious.
Aoi Nakasone and Danielle Harris kneel in the river behind Kitty Walker's house.
'I don't see any armour,' complains Aoi.
'That's because you've been looking in the same spot for three hours,' says Danielle, brushing long, black bangs out of his eyes. 'What's that?'
Aoi looks where Danielle is pointing. There is a shimmering, bronze helmet laying in the water. It has two eye slits and on top, golden hairs from a horses tail.
Aoi jumps up and runs over.
'Don't touch it,' Danielle warns him.
'Why?' asks Aoi, 'it's not like it's dangerous.'
'It's watching you,' says Danielle. 'Look.'
'Danielle that doesn't even make sense,' Aoi snorts. 'It's not like it has eyes.'
'Look again, Aoi. Then you'll see. It's watching you. get away from it, Aoi!'
Danielle runs from the creek and Aoi feels suddenly alone and afraid. His hand brushes against something soft and cold. Aoi freezes. He glances down, but he can't see it. All he knows is that it feels human. And that it feels dead.
Aoi turns his head. What he is touching is a human hand, it hardly looks like one anymore. It seems to have rotted over many centuries, the flesh is peeled away in some parts, revealing bone. Aoi, nagyelo with fear, can only stare. However his curiosity overcomes fear when he sees the bronze sword glimmering, still clasped in the hand. Aoi lifts the sword out of the river and crawls out. He hears a howling moaning sound coming from the trees. He looks up. The sky has a greenish-grey tinge to it.
Tornado! he thinks, dropping the sword.
'I'm dreaming,' he says aloud, 'this is a dream.'
Aoi shuts his eyes.
Aoi opens his eyes. He is laying on the ground sword clasped in his hand. The sky still has the greenish-grey tinge.
It was a dream. he thinks What the hell is going on?
Aoi turns towards where Kitty's house should be. Instead a cliff looms above him. Aoi's long, red hair flies in front of his face. The strong wind knocks him to the ground. His head hits a rock, knocking him unconscious.
