back story
WHO: Sakura
WHERE: Ghost Roads
WHAT: Her story, in her own words
Konichiwa. Namaewa Sakura desuka. You don’t know who I am. And you never will. For there are no records of my time as one of The Chosen. Truly, before, and after, my marriage, there were no records of me at all. I was just a political bargaining chip. Mind you, at the time, that was what expected of me. Betrothed at 10, and married at 13. I was born…….odd. I cannot remember my sign. Must be all of these yammering American Chosen. From their constant chatter, which is almost loud enough to disturb my studies, and meditation. I have tracked the year of my birth to approximately 1456. I was then married off to prevent war between two rival feudal lords. I was brought up with all of the necessary requirements of a woman. And, I was also given an education, learning to read and write along with my two brothers, which was very high praise, and honor from my family. That they would treat me as an equal to a man.
I was happily married, of course. Not wanting for anything. My husband was kind, and attentive, and I loved him dearly. I spent 3 years in absolute bliss, my every whim catered to. I wanted for nothing, and was given training in Ninjutsu, and Kendo. I worked hard, learning fast in my husbands dojo. I soon became known to my teachers as Silent Death, mistress of the quick, air less demise. Of course, this all only slightly prepared me for what I later experienced.
I had been working out, my haori jacket around my waist, and legs, and the upper portion of my body taped, covering my breasts, and left arm. I had been working on a sword kata with my boken, when I heard screaming, snarling, and laughter. I hurried into my house, not caring how I looked. As soon as I came into my home, what struck my eyes was complete horror. There were….beasts attacking my men. Clinging to them, with there mouths attached to my guards necks.. They were fighting valiantly, but the beasts just kept coming, and feeding on them. The horror was threatening to overwhelm my mind, and I let it drift into the void. I mechanically picked up a fallen guards sword, and, using The Void a my guide, I began to slaughter my assailants, methodically chopping off there heads. I was going for vital spots, lopping off heads, and stabbing through the heart. I watched as my opponents turned to dust. Somehow, I knew this was how it was supposed to be. I was also infused with a new found strength, and the fatigue I had been feeling was now gone, and I continued.
I quickly found there leader, and, true to my name, Silent Death, I slaughtered him before he could even register my presence. I went on with this for one and a half moon cycles, before they used a young girl, whom they had turned already, to kill me. She did so as I cradled what I assumed to be her lifeless body, having slaughtered her “attackers.” I held her so that her breathless lips were near my throat. What I remember next was a small, sharp pain, and then I was dying, watching as the girl held my throat in her mouth, smiling sickly.
I was then ushered into The Ghost Roads by my predecessor. I have been here ever since, meting out punishment to those Chosen who had turned from The Path of Light. I have seen the two “Chosen”, and I agree with my Honored Cousin. The quiet one, with all the guilt, and bitterness. They are nothing more than harlots. One betrays her birthright, for a moment of pleasure that is soon forgotten. The other betrays us all, for nothing but cheap baubles. The one with the flaxen hair is without loyalty, but has honor. But, the one with the raven’s wing hair is without honor.
I await the time in whitch I may speak freely with these "Chosen" two. One shall learn what it truly means to be Chosen and the other will learn respect or shall she die?