Chapter One: Memories Hated But Never Forgotten

"I remember sitting in their garden mourning...praying I would be saved."
Its was winter time, I know this because the memory of a could breeze and white powder decorating the ground is still vivid as it was the day I stood in it. My father, a tall man of about five foot three but strongly built as a horse is in the prime of its life, with hair black as the night with eyes an orange brown that instilled fear into his enemies this is the man I like to remember. However what I remember is standing there watching my father and the father of my friend Hakudu arguing. The topic was about an arranged marriage between both Hakudu and myself. My father protective of his small child was disagreeing to the terms. I was five at this time, and as their voices raised I became nervous, fearful tugging on my sleeve for comfort that it just couldn't supply. Looking away for a moment i heard crunching of footsteps in the snow behind me however I doubted it would be anything more then an animal playing in the snow. It was when I felt a hand rest gently on my shoulder and a soft sigh I knew it was no animal, but my mother. Her steps were soft like that of a crane in the water, and more beautiful then the flower field in spring. It was her eyes that captivated most however they were fox like in color, and she was built with a nice frame and somewhat large bust. Many thought her to be a kitsune but we knew better.
She spoke to me softly an in a very kind manner, saying that I shouldn't be eaves dropping on mens business. She then ushered me into the house which had a small hall between the room my father was in and the kitchen. I ran to that one location in the house as my mom entered the room with the men I learned soon after that would be the last thing she ever would say to me. After a few minutes I heard my mothers scream, and then I had fear instilled in my heart and soul, but it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.
She spoke to me softly an in a very kind manner, saying that I shouldn't be eaves dropping on mens business. She then ushered me into the house which had a small hall between the room my father was in and the kitchen. I ran to that one location in the house as my mom entered the room with the men I learned soon after that would be the last thing she ever would say to me. After a few minutes I heard my mothers scream, and then I had fear instilled in my heart and soul, but it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.
