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pryde_and_grit) wrote2005-06-28 07:19 pm
pryde_and_grit) wrote2005-06-28 07:19 pm
Chrysallis ~ Japan Arc
She wasn't certain how long she'd been here. Weeks at least, months....it was home after so short a time. Something in the back of her mind tended to nag at her upon occassion, though she dismissed it. Here...she was safe and treasured, no one feared her, no one looked ather with that veiled contempt or sorrow...
And here, even she was given a measure of beauty. Crimson Butterfly a graceful epitome for her deadly fervor.
How could she not love this? Her place, her home, her path? So easy to excel under those conditions, the fierce joy of being true to herself, every aspect of herself, for the first time.
Free.
Only a single step left, to prove her right to stand forever among the hand.
She was kneeling in the dojo, sweet incense and smoke swirling about her as she contemplated that step...the whole hearted embrace of her role as weapon. Lord Ogun, founder of the hand, sat before her, a gleaming katana untarnished by time and spell. A spirit, a mentor...
One in a generation could withstand the might of his guidance. Could channel all the memory of his long life into skill and peace...
Perhaps, it was she?
And yet, why did she hesitate?
WQhy did her hands sit calmly, stilly upon her knees rather than embrace this glorious future?
Did she feel herself unworthy? Question the choice of her shel for this teacher? Or perhaps...did she fear? Fear she could not meet the expectations of her sensei?
Fear had no place in a Ninjas world, no place in a Ninjas' heart...
I must not fear, fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
She blinked slowly in the drug induced fog of the incense. that was no mantra of her sensei, no wisdom learned from the genin. A piece of knowledge from her own past? That shrouded place of dark memory she could not pierce?
Such wisdom in a book, I think I understand it...Oh, the library is closing, damn...
She shook her head gentle to clear away the stray thought, keeping only the offered wisdom. A few deep, controled breathes and hewr hand closed around the tooled bamboo sheathe of the sword.
Destiny...
And the blade sang, a song of silent death and brotherhood as it came free.
And Ogun had been waiting for such a perfect vessel for his knowledge.
And in the end...only Crimson Butterfly remained.
And here, even she was given a measure of beauty. Crimson Butterfly a graceful epitome for her deadly fervor.
How could she not love this? Her place, her home, her path? So easy to excel under those conditions, the fierce joy of being true to herself, every aspect of herself, for the first time.
Free.
Only a single step left, to prove her right to stand forever among the hand.
She was kneeling in the dojo, sweet incense and smoke swirling about her as she contemplated that step...the whole hearted embrace of her role as weapon. Lord Ogun, founder of the hand, sat before her, a gleaming katana untarnished by time and spell. A spirit, a mentor...
One in a generation could withstand the might of his guidance. Could channel all the memory of his long life into skill and peace...
Perhaps, it was she?
And yet, why did she hesitate?
WQhy did her hands sit calmly, stilly upon her knees rather than embrace this glorious future?
Did she feel herself unworthy? Question the choice of her shel for this teacher? Or perhaps...did she fear? Fear she could not meet the expectations of her sensei?
Fear had no place in a Ninjas world, no place in a Ninjas' heart...
I must not fear, fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
She blinked slowly in the drug induced fog of the incense. that was no mantra of her sensei, no wisdom learned from the genin. A piece of knowledge from her own past? That shrouded place of dark memory she could not pierce?
Such wisdom in a book, I think I understand it...Oh, the library is closing, damn...
She shook her head gentle to clear away the stray thought, keeping only the offered wisdom. A few deep, controled breathes and hewr hand closed around the tooled bamboo sheathe of the sword.
Destiny...
And the blade sang, a song of silent death and brotherhood as it came free.
And Ogun had been waiting for such a perfect vessel for his knowledge.
And in the end...only Crimson Butterfly remained.