Mythology [Avery] Feb 24, 2015 0:11:57 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Feb 24, 2015 0:11:57 GMT -5
There was a single road still leading to Matsuo, and not much of one at that. The dirt bore tire treads worn into it and misshapen shoulders from bikes and those on foot. Footprints stuck in the damp earth, the unkempt grass still bending under dew left over the previous night’s rain. No houses could be seen, not for a few miles down from where a teenage girl stood, still dressed in navy and white for school with long black hair tied tightly back into a bun, though her loose bangs threatened to obscure her face. Beside her was a small guardian stature, features worn away, moss growing over it. Behind her was a wooden marker with the name “Matsuo” and an arrow pointing up the mountain path beginning nearby. Above was grey, too much grey in her opinion, and the kind that would make everything ever worse than it already was.
Rainclouds and mist were the exact opposite of what Kaede wanted to see that afternoon. Crinkling her nose at the sight of more grey infiltrating the sky above, she leaned back against the damp wood marker at the base of the old road up to Matsuo. The moisture barely breached the fabric of her school uniform, but Kaede didn’t really feel it. It was too familiar to pay attention to, and the unpleasant chill biting at her bare ankles proved more distracting. For once she was thankful the school dress code included skirts that fell past the knee. She was also thankful to have been excused early, not that Kaede didn’t have ample reason.
Thinking of what happened and remembering the events that had taken place put a bitter taste in her mouth and a lump in her throat too stubborn to swallow. Nothing about it seemed believable and everyone involved was unreliable, except for her. Midori hid behind her parents and their influence in the town. Chika still wept at the sight of any of their little group of friends, at least honestly grieving. Hoshiko had since lit three trash cans on fire and knocked a second year student silly just for looking at her wrong, predictably physical rather than teary eyed.
And Akane, of course, was dead.
Kaede breathed in slowly through her nose, breathed out a little too quickly through her mouth. The cold made her breath linger like smoke that she watched disappear in the hopes it would calm her. She needed to be sharp but she was already shaking, and not from the cool mountain air. Kaede turned her head to gaze down the only road the supposed hero of the hour would be arriving from to meet her. She sure hoped whoever it would be a hero. Nobody else could down that beast, and Kaede would accept nothing less in avenging Akane.
Because you can’t. You can never do anything, can you? Kaede crossed her arms and tucked her chin in towards her chest. Her eyes closed and for a moment they stung like someone had thrown salt into them. She would need to remember and retell the story for whoever showed up. Just like she’d had to tell the police, her family, Akane’s family, students at school who didn’t know when to stop asking until she clocked them, all because the others were too hysterical. And, because Midori was a liar.
Kaede bit the inside of her cheek and opened her eyes, shifting to one side and leaning solely with one shoulder on the wooden marker. Her gaze locked onto the deep green mountains looming above, thick forest and a rather decrepit road awaiting her when she would have to act as a guide. Dark eyes regarded the dense mist already moving in over the mountain tops with distaste, noting how it was beginning to creep in around her and the lonely road marker as well when she shifted her gaze downwards. This hero better hurry. If the mists reached Matsuo before they did, they would have a hell of a time fighting a beast they couldn’t see.