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Title: The Cold, North Wind
Author: Raya
Theme: S - Premonition
Version: PGSM
Rating: G
Words: TBD
Disclaimer: Haruka Ten'oh is owned by Takeuchi Naoko, and maybe eventually by Bandai (I can dream). I am merely trying to give them ideas.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
The Cold, North Wind
Oh the wind, the cold, north wind, it blows across the day-o,
His breath hangs there and it chills the air 'til winter's gone away-o,
Oh the cold, north wind.
Many's the day I pass the time in battle with this foe,
Foraging for fallen wood to make my fire glow.
But the warmer and the brighter I try to make it burn,
The colder comes his frosty breath from which I cannot turn. - Golden Bough's The Cold, North Wind
Sitting on a lonely stretch of beach, Haruka gazed out over the dark ocean. The small fire burning in front of her snapped and crackled cheerfully, but she paid it no mind as she idly strummed her guitar.
Something was coming.
She shivered as a breeze blew in from the ocean. Even though it was early summer, the wind was bitterly cold. It carried the scent of snow, ice, and death. Visions of her aunt's home far away in Greenland came to her: vast stretches of barren snow. No trees, no birds. Nothing but an endless field of white as far as the eye could see.
No matter where she was, the wind brought the same message. At the family home in Germany. At her uncle's resort in the Olympia Mountains in the United States. Even here, at her new school in Tokyo, Japan.
Death. Destruction. The end of the world.
Haruka shook her head, trying to dispel the sense of doom. She was no psychic. It was just her imagination getting to her. She changed the random strumming into a jaunty tune that she had heard at a local festival near her uncle's place.
After a few bars, though, she remembered the words that went with the tune, lyrics about a cold north wind, and let the song die away. Even music seemed to be against her tonight.
Another frigid breeze blew by, teasing her short, blonde hair and stirring up the sand around her. She turned her head away, raising a hand to protect her eyes, and caught sight of the full moon gliding peacefully over the water. The silent white orb seemed to personify the message in the wind.
Haruka clenched her jaw and raised her chin defiantly. It was just her imagination. And if it wasn't... If it wasn't, she would fight. She had too much that she wanted to do with her life. She was not going to give in to some nebulous sensation of doom.
Thoughts? Polish?
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Author: Raya
Theme: S - Premonition
Version: PGSM
Rating: G
Words: TBD
Disclaimer: Haruka Ten'oh is owned by Takeuchi Naoko, and maybe eventually by Bandai (I can dream). I am merely trying to give them ideas.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
The Cold, North Wind
Oh the wind, the cold, north wind, it blows across the day-o,
His breath hangs there and it chills the air 'til winter's gone away-o,
Oh the cold, north wind.
Many's the day I pass the time in battle with this foe,
Foraging for fallen wood to make my fire glow.
But the warmer and the brighter I try to make it burn,
The colder comes his frosty breath from which I cannot turn. - Golden Bough's The Cold, North Wind
Sitting on a lonely stretch of beach, Haruka gazed out over the dark ocean. The small fire burning in front of her snapped and crackled cheerfully, but she paid it no mind as she idly strummed her guitar.
Something was coming.
She shivered as a breeze blew in from the ocean. Even though it was early summer, the wind was bitterly cold. It carried the scent of snow, ice, and death. Visions of her aunt's home far away in Greenland came to her: vast stretches of barren snow. No trees, no birds. Nothing but an endless field of white as far as the eye could see.
No matter where she was, the wind brought the same message. At the family home in Germany. At her uncle's resort in the Olympia Mountains in the United States. Even here, at her new school in Tokyo, Japan.
Death. Destruction. The end of the world.
Haruka shook her head, trying to dispel the sense of doom. She was no psychic. It was just her imagination getting to her. She changed the random strumming into a jaunty tune that she had heard at a local festival near her uncle's place.
After a few bars, though, she remembered the words that went with the tune, lyrics about a cold north wind, and let the song die away. Even music seemed to be against her tonight.
Another frigid breeze blew by, teasing her short, blonde hair and stirring up the sand around her. She turned her head away, raising a hand to protect her eyes, and caught sight of the full moon gliding peacefully over the water. The silent white orb seemed to personify the message in the wind.
Haruka clenched her jaw and raised her chin defiantly. It was just her imagination. And if it wasn't... If it wasn't, she would fight. She had too much that she wanted to do with her life. She was not going to give in to some nebulous sensation of doom.
Thoughts? Polish?
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