TertiusHuman
Broken Panda
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Lya followed the guard, they were at the end of the street. In front of her stood a home no different than the other, no light burned, yet the door stood open. The guard led her to the door and stood aside for her to enter, she paused, unsure of the action. The lights so far had proved that there had been conscious thought, that D'an knew that she was there. The silence and lack of light now proved that she would be entering an unknown realm. But not only was she there for D'an, she was there for D'om and herself as well. She took a deep breath and stepped into the dark entrance...
She woke up, seated in a kneeling form, dressed in a black kimino, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. The room around her was bare, the walls paper and clearly she were in an ancient home of Japanese origin. She rose and moved towards the door, next to the door appeared a weapons rack, she looked the weapons over and then satisfied that nothing seemed out of place, she opened the door. Outside cherry blossoms drifted lazily from the sky, disappearing two inches from the ground, a stone path led towards the neat garden, a small stream spanned by a small arched bridge.
She stepped onto the pathway and followed it, her bare feet making next to no sound. The silence was only broke by the chirping of birds and a gentle breeze ruffling through the leaves. She felt almost lulled into complacency, but she stayed alert, knowing that in the mind anything could happen and even if D'an did not mean to, he could scar her mentally forever or in the worst case scenario, kill her.
The roar which shattered the air and sent the blossoms blowing still caught her by surprise and she jumped with fright. The red dragon which rose from inside the garden was massive, the dark eyes focused on her and it rushed at her, mouth agape with another roar, the sinewy body slithering like a snake's atop the six legs, which propelled the massive bulk forward. She wanted to flee, but made herself stand as she softly spoke.
"I know it is just an illusion D'an, I will not flee that easily."
The dragon came to a halt in front of her, the head darting forward, the mouth gaping and she could smell and feel the heat and the cloyingly sweet smell of instant death washed over her.
The dragon vanished into thin air. But in it's wake stood a tall samurai warrior decked out in full armor. He drew his katana and took up the ready position, she realized that the weapons had been meant for this confrontation. She had no weapon and then realized that it must have been the smartest move she could have made. Even in his deepest sub-conscious D'an was still a man of honor and integrity, he would not strike down an unarmed opponent.
She knelt down, bowing her head and closing her eyes, "I did not come here to fight you D'an. I am here as your friend. I...we all want you to return to us."
She didn't hear the change, only felt the sand under her skin and the warm sun on her back. She opened her eyes to find herself kneeling on a beach. The sun shone from a clear blue sky, the water crashed demurely onto the beach and she realized that she had come full circle. Back to where she had started, only this time a shade of trees and a hammock were added to the scenario.
"Are you going to sit there looking for shells the whole day?"
She rose and turned to find D'an standing slightly to her left and behind her, wearing a slight smile, a loose shirt and pants. She would never have thought that her relief could be so palpable, so over-whelming. She threw herself into his arms, hugging him close. His arms encircled her and for a few moments she felt the safest that she had felt in a very long time.
"I have wondered if anybody would come for me, it's quite difficult to get out on my own."
She shivered slightly against him, "We were very worried about you."
His fingers slowly stroked through her long hair, "It will be alright now. I am freed. But you know a lot about me now, more than anybody know, even me."
She raised her head from his chest and looked up at him, "I think no less of you now. In fact, I feel much more."
He smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss her softly.
They had time, as time ran a quite different where they were right then.
What felt like an age later, but in fact it was just mere moments, they rose from the hammock, since clothing was not needed, they took hands and walked into the cool water of the surf...
She woke with a start, her eyes flew open. Next to her D'an groaned and opened his eyes. She sat upright and shivered slightly from the feedback, D'an sat upright and looked directly at her.
"You remember anything?"
She shook her head, he smiled slightly.
"I remember everything."
He looked at D'om, "If you're lazing around here, I sure hope that you have kept the cargo, we still need that money."
She woke up, seated in a kneeling form, dressed in a black kimino, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. The room around her was bare, the walls paper and clearly she were in an ancient home of Japanese origin. She rose and moved towards the door, next to the door appeared a weapons rack, she looked the weapons over and then satisfied that nothing seemed out of place, she opened the door. Outside cherry blossoms drifted lazily from the sky, disappearing two inches from the ground, a stone path led towards the neat garden, a small stream spanned by a small arched bridge.
She stepped onto the pathway and followed it, her bare feet making next to no sound. The silence was only broke by the chirping of birds and a gentle breeze ruffling through the leaves. She felt almost lulled into complacency, but she stayed alert, knowing that in the mind anything could happen and even if D'an did not mean to, he could scar her mentally forever or in the worst case scenario, kill her.
The roar which shattered the air and sent the blossoms blowing still caught her by surprise and she jumped with fright. The red dragon which rose from inside the garden was massive, the dark eyes focused on her and it rushed at her, mouth agape with another roar, the sinewy body slithering like a snake's atop the six legs, which propelled the massive bulk forward. She wanted to flee, but made herself stand as she softly spoke.
"I know it is just an illusion D'an, I will not flee that easily."
The dragon came to a halt in front of her, the head darting forward, the mouth gaping and she could smell and feel the heat and the cloyingly sweet smell of instant death washed over her.
The dragon vanished into thin air. But in it's wake stood a tall samurai warrior decked out in full armor. He drew his katana and took up the ready position, she realized that the weapons had been meant for this confrontation. She had no weapon and then realized that it must have been the smartest move she could have made. Even in his deepest sub-conscious D'an was still a man of honor and integrity, he would not strike down an unarmed opponent.
She knelt down, bowing her head and closing her eyes, "I did not come here to fight you D'an. I am here as your friend. I...we all want you to return to us."
She didn't hear the change, only felt the sand under her skin and the warm sun on her back. She opened her eyes to find herself kneeling on a beach. The sun shone from a clear blue sky, the water crashed demurely onto the beach and she realized that she had come full circle. Back to where she had started, only this time a shade of trees and a hammock were added to the scenario.
"Are you going to sit there looking for shells the whole day?"
She rose and turned to find D'an standing slightly to her left and behind her, wearing a slight smile, a loose shirt and pants. She would never have thought that her relief could be so palpable, so over-whelming. She threw herself into his arms, hugging him close. His arms encircled her and for a few moments she felt the safest that she had felt in a very long time.
"I have wondered if anybody would come for me, it's quite difficult to get out on my own."
She shivered slightly against him, "We were very worried about you."
His fingers slowly stroked through her long hair, "It will be alright now. I am freed. But you know a lot about me now, more than anybody know, even me."
She raised her head from his chest and looked up at him, "I think no less of you now. In fact, I feel much more."
He smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss her softly.
They had time, as time ran a quite different where they were right then.
What felt like an age later, but in fact it was just mere moments, they rose from the hammock, since clothing was not needed, they took hands and walked into the cool water of the surf...
She woke with a start, her eyes flew open. Next to her D'an groaned and opened his eyes. She sat upright and shivered slightly from the feedback, D'an sat upright and looked directly at her.
"You remember anything?"
She shook her head, he smiled slightly.
"I remember everything."
He looked at D'om, "If you're lazing around here, I sure hope that you have kept the cargo, we still need that money."
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