Ayame couldn't hold back the fear of Raquia ratting her out. That night, Ayame held onto her phone all night. Her eyes watery. She cried multiple times due to the fact she couldn't believe the curse she's been born with. Or, what felt like a curse. The extensive research she done in one night turned her heart cold within only a few seconds.
Ayame found the evidence. She came from 失われた魂の村. A lost soul village. Most likely the reason she was abandoned. Her mother most likely didn't like the fact she was born, abandoning her at such a young age. Ayame doesn't even have an image of what the women looked like.
The lost soul village, a place shrouded in mystery and melancholy. Long ago, when the veil between realms was thin, the village emerged from the whispers of forgotten memories. Its genesis remains obscured, lost in the annals of time. Some say it materialized from the collective sorrow of souls who turned and met tragic ends of people who died of Cylon blood. Casted away by a clan of Bugai mono's (outsiders), creatures who desperately wanted to break the vail between human creature created this. While very few believe it was a cosmic accident, a tear in reality where the mix of blood created a mix of outcast, those outcastes who found solace in the outskirts of Fukui. The forest within Fukui nestled within a dense forest, the village defies the natural order. Its cobblestone streets wind like sorrowful sighs, leading to quaint cottages with sagging roofs. The air smells of damp earth and ancient secrets. The villagers—spectral figures with hollow eyes—drift through existence, their memories fragmented like shards of glass. They wear their heartaches as ethereal garments, each thread woven from regret and longing once another one of a mutant is born. At the heart of the village stands an ancient oak, gnarled and twisted. Its roots delve deep into the earth, tapping into forgotten veins of sorrow. Locals whisper that this tree conceals a dark portal—a gateway to realms beyond. The lost souls have a choice if they want to go back to their original source. Forever lost among the echoes of their own ancestor's pain. Some souls can choose to linger, while others will continue to reincarnate, unable to release their earthly ties. Others find closure, their footsteps fading into the mist as they cross the threshold of the dark portal. Where they go, none can say. But the village endures, a haven for those who seek solace in their sorrows—a place where lost souls find kinship in their shared ache. And so, the Village of Lost Souls remains, a fragile tapestry woven from sorrow of one's past and self. Suspended between realms, waiting for humans (Negens) to stumble upon its cobblestone streets and discover the bittersweet beauty of their own forgotten stories, hoping the newly introduced society can look at lost souls as a part of them.
Ayame gasped. ''Maybe I'll find my mother there.'' Ayame said in her mind, wishing for Kaede to hear her thoughts filled with excitement, but fear. Kaede tossed and turned on the bed as Raquia slept in the bed opposite to her. Ayam laid on the couch, snuggled into a thick cotton blanket attached thread to thread. The sun was already rising, and Ayame's tired eyes struggled to keep open as she turned her had towards the nearly blue sky right outside the window. 5:15PM ''Ayame said, closing her phone as her heart pounded but ached at the same time. Kaede continued to twist and turn and with each turn a spring in the mattress made a springing sound. Raquia also twisted and turned, nearly launching her half sleep and conscious self-off of the bed. It was almost time for them all to awaken. Ayame said as she yawned. She couldn't believe she's stayed up for so long. Nothing she'd ever do in her mother's house. The feeling of having to wake up twice as early then school kept her legs rocking side to side gently on the light beige sofa across from the blank television across from her view. Ayame got up slowly. Rushing into the bathroom so she could be ready first. Her stomach rumbled and the sound of the floorboards above made her look up at the ceiling, right Infront of Raquia's bed, pushed against the wall besides the end of the bed inching it way to the front of the bathroom door.
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NAKAMURA: THE SOUL RESCUER
FantasyBoth of the girls had a intuition, an intuition so strong they chose chaos over a life of familiarity. They knew what they were going to sign up for was dangerous, but they never knew it would be dangerous enough to kill them. Two young girls, one n...
