Dreaming Butterfly ≈ Two ≈
“Do you hear my voice Witch?”
“I hear you.”
Yuuko looks down at the mirror in her hands. The image in the silver glass is not of her own reflection, but of a young, strong woman. Black hair flows with the wind, long ears and armour decorated with jewels that speaks of the wealth of a warrior queen. ‘Ashura-ô’ they call the young woman, the brave queen that Fate intertwined in war with the Yasha country.
“I have a wish.”
“It has a price. A price equal to the wish.”
“Understood.”
The Witch represses a smile. Of course the sovereign knows about paying the price. Not a few days ago, she had sent a bottle of ‘Eternal Youth’ liquor in exchange for Yuuko to send Mokona and the rest of the dimension travelers to her world. The bottle wouldn’t be drank by the Witch, but it would serve as a powerful token for wishes if needed be. What Yuuko had never told the Queen was that her wish had allowed her to intervene where she couldn’t before. Bending Time and Space to her will, she had taken away Fei Wong Reed’s hold on the flow of dimension the travelers where encountering. From now on, they would go to where they were needed and not where the evil man was choosing them to.
“Let me hear the wish” she asked stoicly.
“I wish to have myself and Yasha-ô as Gods of the world to come. To serve as a proof that even some miracles cannot be done by Gods. Those who have passed into the world of the dead will never come back. As with the flame, nothing caught up in the flow of time will be repeated. Nothing stays the same, everything changes. My wish is to become the God that lives this one and only life without regret!”
Yuuko nods behind her mirror glass, her powers already flooding in the hidden room of her shop. The wisps of white energy twirls out from her magic mark on the floor, her long hair caught in the invisible breeze. In her mirror, she can see Ashura-ô’s world collapsing, but she knows the children have already escaped to the future of that world, to discover how their travel to the past has changed the future for the best. As her power dies down, two swords appear in her arms, her payment received for creating Gods in another dimension.
The Witch looks at Mokona, still cradled in her arms. She sighs softly as she pets the creature. All she wants is a good bottle of sake, a bath and her bed: this wish has taken her every energy to grant.
“Well, should we go save our favourite flailing boy before he makes a bad decision about Doumeki-kun?” she asks, smiling down slightly, knowing she has to make Watanuki see the importance of the archer’s decision to keep him in this world.
[wakes up, stretches slightly and reaches for her Dreamberry, knowing people has seen her dream.]
“I hear you.”
Yuuko looks down at the mirror in her hands. The image in the silver glass is not of her own reflection, but of a young, strong woman. Black hair flows with the wind, long ears and armour decorated with jewels that speaks of the wealth of a warrior queen. ‘Ashura-ô’ they call the young woman, the brave queen that Fate intertwined in war with the Yasha country.
“I have a wish.”
“It has a price. A price equal to the wish.”
“Understood.”
The Witch represses a smile. Of course the sovereign knows about paying the price. Not a few days ago, she had sent a bottle of ‘Eternal Youth’ liquor in exchange for Yuuko to send Mokona and the rest of the dimension travelers to her world. The bottle wouldn’t be drank by the Witch, but it would serve as a powerful token for wishes if needed be. What Yuuko had never told the Queen was that her wish had allowed her to intervene where she couldn’t before. Bending Time and Space to her will, she had taken away Fei Wong Reed’s hold on the flow of dimension the travelers where encountering. From now on, they would go to where they were needed and not where the evil man was choosing them to.
“Let me hear the wish” she asked stoicly.
“I wish to have myself and Yasha-ô as Gods of the world to come. To serve as a proof that even some miracles cannot be done by Gods. Those who have passed into the world of the dead will never come back. As with the flame, nothing caught up in the flow of time will be repeated. Nothing stays the same, everything changes. My wish is to become the God that lives this one and only life without regret!”
Yuuko nods behind her mirror glass, her powers already flooding in the hidden room of her shop. The wisps of white energy twirls out from her magic mark on the floor, her long hair caught in the invisible breeze. In her mirror, she can see Ashura-ô’s world collapsing, but she knows the children have already escaped to the future of that world, to discover how their travel to the past has changed the future for the best. As her power dies down, two swords appear in her arms, her payment received for creating Gods in another dimension.
The Witch looks at Mokona, still cradled in her arms. She sighs softly as she pets the creature. All she wants is a good bottle of sake, a bath and her bed: this wish has taken her every energy to grant.
“Well, should we go save our favourite flailing boy before he makes a bad decision about Doumeki-kun?” she asks, smiling down slightly, knowing she has to make Watanuki see the importance of the archer’s decision to keep him in this world.
[wakes up, stretches slightly and reaches for her Dreamberry, knowing people has seen her dream.]