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Once upon a time in a land where the sun would gloriously rise above the sea a child named Ijouna was born and raised between cherry blossoms and snowwhite fields. She was very shy and often you could catch her on her own, blowing wrinkles in the water of an icecold lake, or drawing pictures with a stick in the snow. But she also liked to watch the other children play when they danced over the fire or to run after them as they lifted flyers in the air. She had this fair skin but very dark eyes and as she grew up, she didn’t pass by unnoticed. Especially not by Jijitsu who had let his eyes fall onto her. But when he suddenly stood in front of her, she ran away.
One day Ijouna and her maiden friends where playing hide and seek and while she was trying to figure out where she could go, where no one could find her, she was lifted up in the air by Jijitsu and taken to a dark cave where he tied her up and left her.
While the village was looking for her, Ijouna was alone and scared. “They will find me”, she bravely said to herself, “they will find me and take me home…” But after days still no one had come except for Jijitsu to bring her food and water. And her hope sank deeper every day and she thought “They will never find me here.. Never…” And after weeks Jijitsu would hardly bring her food. After months he didn’t show up anymore, as he and the world had forgotten about her.
She cried and cried from the hunger and thirst, from the cold, from the pain, from the desolation she felt in her heart. Her cries didn’t reach the village, no one heard her. But in a crystal palace on a mountain high up in the clouds, the walls trembled with every yell that came out of her. The spirits who lived there were getting agitated as they constantly had to cover their ears. And when the last vase shattered into a thousand pieces, Kishou’s mood went from her usual icecold to boiling point. “Enough!”, she shouted, “Who is this girl screaming in such agony? Make it stop!” In her fury she send a typhoon across the land that destroyed everything it crossed.
(to be continued)
One day Ijouna and her maiden friends where playing hide and seek and while she was trying to figure out where she could go, where no one could find her, she was lifted up in the air by Jijitsu and taken to a dark cave where he tied her up and left her.
While the village was looking for her, Ijouna was alone and scared. “They will find me”, she bravely said to herself, “they will find me and take me home…” But after days still no one had come except for Jijitsu to bring her food and water. And her hope sank deeper every day and she thought “They will never find me here.. Never…” And after weeks Jijitsu would hardly bring her food. After months he didn’t show up anymore, as he and the world had forgotten about her.
She cried and cried from the hunger and thirst, from the cold, from the pain, from the desolation she felt in her heart. Her cries didn’t reach the village, no one heard her. But in a crystal palace on a mountain high up in the clouds, the walls trembled with every yell that came out of her. The spirits who lived there were getting agitated as they constantly had to cover their ears. And when the last vase shattered into a thousand pieces, Kishou’s mood went from her usual icecold to boiling point. “Enough!”, she shouted, “Who is this girl screaming in such agony? Make it stop!” In her fury she send a typhoon across the land that destroyed everything it crossed.
(to be continued)