The feeling of anger, pride and personal justice fell from her body instantly as she was sent into an unconscious state. Her last thought was to remember that this was now the second time she had failed to deliver her judgment upon a criminal. ["How many times must I fail before I am strong enough..." she thought as the darkness consumed her and she fell into a forced slumber.
As she slept, she found herself stood within a pitch black area, touching the ground revealed it to be stone of some sort, rough and uneven. She took a few small, cautious steps as she struggled to adjust her eyes to the dark but it was an impossible task as there was literally no light, no sound and no feeling, just empty stillness surrounded her. As she continued gingerly forwards a deep voice would boom through the area, echoing loudly leading her to believe that this place was simply large and open. "Young princess, we finally meet." It spoke. "This means you have finally awoken that which had laid dormant within you for generations." She tried to find a direction from which the voice was coming but failed to do so as it felt as though it was coming from everywhere. "Who... what even are you?" She asked as her head whipped around trying to pick up clues, the male voice chuckled. "Who I am is of no consequence right now, what I am however means a great deal. It has been seven generations since I have felt the call to action, you are the first to unlock the powers deep within you, though they are still unpolished, in time they will strengthen." With that said a pale green light would burst in front of her, then another just ahead, then another and so on clearly creating a path for her to follow. "What is it I have awoken, why do you call me princess?" She asked, only to be met with silence once more as the pale green orbs continued to light a path, she would start to follow it, continuing to watch her footing.
It felt like hours as she walked through the darkness to each of the lights until she spotted ahead of her a bunch of the orbs all surrounding some sort of pyramid like structure. The light led her to climb the structure and at the top there was a large, stone throne that looked unimpressive but seemed to emanate with something she didn't quite understand. "Your throne, princess. Take your rightful place among your people and rebirth our blood rights to the world of the living!" It was clear that the voice was coming from behind the throne at this point and though she still had questions this whole thing had her pretty curious. She took a seat on the throne and the feeling she'd previously felt from it vanished, instead it was now within her. Her heart began beating harder, faster and her body became paralyzed, it was now that a figure emerged from behind the throne.
A man, seemingly as big as a house came round to face her, he was very old, weathered and his skin seemed sickly under the faint green glow. He took to a knee and bowed his head to her, still towering above her as he did so. "For centuries the royal bloodline of our clan has lay dormant, waiting for what it believed a worthy successor. You were deemed worthy to bring back our nearly dead race and whilst there are those of the blood, they are but peasants compared to you. You are the elite, born from blood of the old leaders." The figure stood tall once again as the feeling of paralysis faded from the girls body and she sank back into the seat, suddenly exhausted, her eyes gazed up and down the towering old man curiously. "What must I do? If I accept that I am what you claim I am, what is it that I need do to bring this clan?" She asked through audible breaths, the man chuckled once again. "You need only grow, young princess. Continue on the path already laid out before you and in time it will become clear. The secrets of our clan live within you and shall show themselves when your body and mind are ready." As he spoke he reached out a hand and placed it upon the girls head with a somewhat bitter-sweet smile. "We've waited to long, it's now our time to rise."
With that a second surge of the strange energy shot through her body and the pains of the real world began to come back to her consciousness. The final words she would hear as she drifted back to the living world were. "It's time for the Kyoujouran to rise once again." and with that her vision darkened once more before a whiteness invaded her vision, she could hear voices that she recognized but whatever just happened to her was clearly no dream. Her eyes struggled against the invading light, it was clear she'd been out for some time and she raised her hands toward her face to rub at and shield her eyes whilst they adjusted to the sterile white room she now found herself in, what was surprising however was the lack of pain as she moved her arms, sure it hurt they were still fresh wounds healed up or not but it was as if her body simply refused to acknowledge it all. As her palms cradled her face the room filled with visitors, the first of whom was Tesa who began to scold her immediately which she expected anyway and she slowly moved her hands away from her face before answering her. Once again Tesa would notice a change in the girls eyes, what was once gray was now completely deep crimson as they had become in the woods, but the whites of her eyes weren't white anymore and it was likely that Shinku didn't know this either but they had turned jet black. "I have my pride, sensei. Unless it is absolute victory or absolute defeat, I cannot and will not accept the result. I don't for a moment regret my decision." She said with her usual monotone voice, showing little emotion as she glanced around the room at those who had come. She would give the twins a nod of acknowledgment and then one to Takeo whilst adding. "I am fine, if a little exhausted and... confused." It was a strange feeling indeed, she'd always believed she would be alone forever, she wanted to be alone forever but these people, whatever their motives may be were here, checking in on her, worried perhaps? concerned? Whatever it was it made her feel some semblance of happiness, a feeling she'd long locked away.
[MFT - 1145]
