The Shen Family is Dead

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Haunted - theforgottenlegends

Jace had to admit, the hotel was unsettling. There was a certain… air about it. But right now, it was his only option to get away from a few people that wanted him dead. So he settled down into his room, lightly patting his pant pocket to double check he still had his brass knuckles and pocket knife. Mostly out of habit. He didn’t like being caught off guard. He sat on the foot of his bed nervously, eyeing the very small duffle bag he had that contained only a couple changes of clothes, basic hygine products, a block of wood barely bigger than the size of his palm and his carving tools.

After an hour or so, he was beginning to grow restless. And a bit hungry. So he wandered outside of his room into the old hotel, reminecent in style of the Victorian era, and made his way to the front desk to inquire about food. But no one was there. “Hello?” He called, looking around the area. No one. He frowned. Maybe the owners had already gone to bed. Well, he had seen a diner not too far down the road… he was positive that Pizza Hut wouldn’t deliver out to the middle of nowhere. Jace stretched and went toward the door, only to find it locked. He blinked in confusion, feeling goosebumps trail up his arms as the lights flickered and went out. This did not feel right.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

The brunette was startled by the sound of the door slamming shut behind her, whirling around to find- no one. She gulped and pressed a hand to her chest as she tried to calm her breathing. It was fine, just the wind, the mansion was empty from what she could tell. The dim lighting inside unsettling her more than she'd like to admit. She clenched her cell phone tightly in her free hand. If something came up she had her phone, and she had friends outside who saw her going in with their own eyes. There was absolutely nothing to be scared of.

Calmer after the pep talk, but still skittish after the door slamming shut she wandered as confidently as she could deeper into the mansion. It was empty, and strangely quiet but for the sound of her footsteps on the hard ground. "Excuse me," she called out into the murky interior. "Um, my friends and I got a bit lost. If anyone's in here, I'd appreciate some help." She looked in the direction of a quiet hiss somewhere towards her left. Nothing. Just an empty room with sparse furniture. How strange. She chalked it up to the wind as she wandered deeper into the building. Ahead there was a hallway, and beyond the hallway a larger room. If she strained she thought she could hear footsteps and the sound of someone murmuring to themselves. She smiled to herself. Ah, there was someone in here then. Good. She walked into the hallway and ignored the feeling in her gut that something was wrong. ( She'd be gone in about ten minutes anyway. )

[interstellarspeedster]

In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.

[mycaristheonlygirlforme]

OH MY GOD DO IT GUYS. DO IT. DOOOO IIIIT.

[magickians-archive-blog]

"I’m n — ha — not most people, then,” she insisted, her cheeks beginning to hurt from the large smile she couldn’t seem to wipe off her face. Well, that was a fib; she was planning to use it, but she wasn’t about to tell him exactly what she planned for. Why, she barely knew him! Why on Earth would she trust him with that? She felt awkward under his gaze as he appeared to look over her carefully, though she tried her best not to show it. “I — hahahaha — told you already,” her voice carried a rather whiny tone as she spoke, her body shaking slightly from all her chortles. “I just need — ahehe — power. Y’know, as in superhu — haha — superhuman abilities,” she shook her head, “You c-can’t — aha — help with that, I’m sure of it,”

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

"No I'm sure you're not, when most people speak of demon summoning they're either joking or completely serious but have absolutely not clue what they're talking about," he commented wryly. He didn't trust the girl, not fully at first and completely not by now. She was off somehow, and not just in the 'gone power mad' way either. He was reminded of a caged lion and one should never turn one's back on a caged lion. "Supernatural abilities, nope, can't say that I know of any myself, but then again you do seem pretty set upon this demon summoning thing. Or maybe it's not the demon you're interested, but the power of the sacrifice behind it that you can use for your own, for lack of a better word, nefarious purposes? Gee I can see why you wouldn't need a demon when you have a bit of that demonicness to yourself." Perhaps baiting a caged lion wasn't the wisest idea either. "I apologize, that was rude, I'm sure you're a lovely girl that has a fine reason for what she wants to do besides, oh say, taking over the world like a comic book supervillian."

[magickians-archive-blog]

"I’m not looking for revenge on someone,” Though she tried to stifle them, titters kept spilling from her mouth, making her stop to let them out every few words. “And I’m not looking to die, either — ahahahahahaha!” she found herself bending over slightly, one arm wrapping around her stomach on an instinct. “I just — aha — I know what I’m dealing with — ahaha — I don’t need wa-warnings,”  she shook her head, taking a moment to straighten her back and attempting to get a little control over her laughter. Yet again, she failed. “I don’t see why they wouldn’t — hehe — accept you. I’m just in need of a little more power. It’s not exactly something you could — ha — help with. You wouldn’t mind that, right? I could at least try? Ahahahaha!”

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Ryo looked at the girl coolly and crossed his arms across his chest. "Trying to get rid of a curse or something? I'm sure that there's a reason you want that power hmm? It's like money. Most people don't save up money because they like the look of it, it's because they're going to use it for something." He looked at the girl closely, at how she tried to keep herself from laughing. She wasn't laughing because she found this funny, she was laughing because something compelled her to. Possession? He wasn't tempted to reach into her minds and grasp her thoughts. This chick was weirding him out by the second. "You say that the demon would accept me as sacrifice, but you're sure that I can't help you with what it is that you need. So I have to wonder, what is it that you need a demon for?"

[magickians-archive-blog]

" — Hey, you wouldn’t mind if I sacrificed you to a demon, right?" she asked between her giggles, not completely sure herself if she’s being serious or not.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Ryo blinked. A demon? What? "Um, it depends on what you needed the demon for I guess. If you're trying to destroy the city with it, then yes, I would mind very much. If it's just for revenge or something petty-" He shrugged. "-I mean I could probably help you with whatever it is if you really needed it, because I don't think that I'd make a good demon sacrifice actually." It was more likely the demon would want to posses him or would outright refuse him as a sacrifice. Of course the girl was giggling so he didn't think she was totally serious, but- he shrugged. "Demons are the absolute last choice if you wanted to take revenge on someone or kill yourself. There's much easier and less messy ways to handle things like that." 

[bitterlittlepills-archive-b-blog]

Nick travels a lot. It’s kind of his thing, really, and would be pretty poetic if he weren’t living out of his van, sustaining himself with pub food and McDonald’s. He doesn’t even travel for the hell of it; not to meet people, or see sights, or find his calling. He travels because he’s forced to. When one town gets sick of his music, he moves onto someplace fresher, someplace looking for a different kind of sound. 

It’s been pretty easygoing, despite the scarcity of money. He’s met some interesting people, played some interesting gigs. He’s not bitter about the lack of permanence in his lifestyle, nor is he particularly upset about his lack of friends. He goes where he has to, does what he must. He likes it that way.

There’s a tap on his shoulder, and then a man asking him questions, and the dude’s lucky that Nick’s not completely baked. He’s kind of squinting even from behind his sunglasses because of the sunshine’s glare, and he looks down to the map in the stranger’s hands, back up to his face. 

"You’re the one with the map," he says, but then answers his question. "I just got here yesterday. I think." He’d also been really drunk yesterday so I wouldn’t take everything he says as gospel. "I can help you find it though." Not like he has anywhere better to be, really.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

He blinked for a second as he slowly registered the words. 'Just got here yesterday.' So the guy didn't know where they were then. Brilliant. This day was getting better and better and it was all because of a certain psychic big sister. Kita nodded and looked down at the map to see if he could make sense of it, or even magically find himself on it. Unfortunately he had neither the tools nor the ability to manage a decent locating spell and the map made less and less sense the more and more he looked at it.

"Err, do you know which way is west then? I figure sooner or later we'll hit the ocean and we might be able to find out where to go from there." And if he didn't, he was going to find a boat to get him closer to home. He had some spare change on him. Hopefully it was enough to hitch a ride westward to his comfortable apartment and plants that were probably in desperate need of water.

"You don't have to come with me if you don't want to. There's probably better things to do in the city than following some guy around the city because the map he's reading seems to be written in French and isn't matching up to landmarks like it should." He cut himself off when he realized he was ranting. Ranting was bad. Ranting made people feel uncomfortable and run away from him. He needed people to help him find his way (home) to the meeting. It was too early in the morning to deal with all this, he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the hand that wasn't holding the map. Kita could feel the signs of a headache beginning. Stupid required meetings that had to happen halfway around the world at a time when he should be sleeping. "-but if you want to come along, we can stop for food somewhere along the way. Although, if you're tagging along for just food I won't say that I won't be somewhat disappointed."

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Kita squinted at the street signs around him and then down at the map in front of him. It figured that he'd get himself lost on the first day in a city halfway around the world from where he lived. He sighed and tried not to think about how hard his eldest sister would laugh at him if she were here, and tried to ignore the exasperation he swear he could feel in the back of his mind from the other one. He sent a feeling of annoyance and frustration in her direction and glared at the map. 

Mila might as well put her mind-reading superpowers to use and get him out of this mess. Silence, and then a sudden interest in a dark-haired guy who was walking just a few feet away from him. He sighed. "Go and ask for directions from that guy. (I don't have the time/patience/will to hand feed you directions to your meeting.)" She couldn't have been clearer than if she had just said it. He could only hope she pointed him in the direction of someone who knew where he was going and not a random person who just so happened to catch his sister's interest.

He sped up and tapped the person on their shoulder to get their attention and then pointed at the map. "Um, you wouldn't know how to get to the convention center would you? I have to be there in an hour for some medical conference or other."

[comrade-matvey-deactivated20131]

☭ :: The Rebel's Klub

[comrade-matvey-deactivated20131]

  Matvey nodded and thought of how to explain.  Himself, he was directionally challenged, but he knew general directions such as north, south, east, west.  “Most of the roads are already closed for the winter, comrade.” he said in an apologetic tone.  “The highway might still be open but you may already be stranded.”  Yakutsk was not a nice place to be — the coldest city on the planet, as well as having a reputation for being a dangerous area.  The Siberian climate had little to do with why most people wanted to leave. 

  “I could send you in the direction of a hostel, if you’d like.”  The man wouldn’t have good luck at any of the local hostels, either.  Most of them had a reputation for customers being kidnapped in the night and murdered or raped — usually both.  If this didn’t happen to the guest, their stay would be plagued by frigid temperatures due to lack of electricity and faulty heaters, and rooms that were less than clean — of course along with the fear of being kidnapped, raped, or murdered.

  “I couldn’t give a recommendation for any of them, though.  None are very safe, but if you don’t know anyone who lives in the area it may be your only choice.”  Those hostels were also quite pricy and few people had the money to stay at one even for a night with the current state of the economy.  Only the wealthy people stayed there — not the intelligent ones, the foolish ones.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Comrade. He found himself staring at the man blankly at the term. He didn't consider himself to be friends, much less acquaintances with the man or anyone else in this place. It was such an odd phrase to use and felt out of place in the sentence. He smiled weakly and shook his head, picking up on what was left unspoken by the older man. "Ah, it's as I feared, and there's no need. I- I know someone that I can stay with." In a city such as the one he found himself in, he didn't think he would find someone used to the 'old' ways of travel. It would be best not to ask.

"Thank you for the kind offer though, do you mind if I stay in here for a little while? I won't stay here long, I promise." He just had to make a plan of what to do next. He didn't carry coins that could be used for payment and he doubted what little coins he had would be warmly accepted. He would hunt for food and supplies, but he didn't have the necessary equipment. It was fortunate that he had his coat on him, otherwise he was sure he would freeze to death.

[comrade-matvey-deactivated20131]

☭ :: The Rebel's Klub

  Glancing around the room, Matvey looked for suspicious activity — such as people that weren’t usually there.  One might say he was a bit paranoid, but in this line of work it was good to be paranoid.  Not only was this strip club illegal, but homosexuality was and basically everything about the facility was against the law — right down to the vodka.  Given the situation, Matvey would rather not be sent to the gulags. 

  Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Matvey pulled a wrinkled up box of cigarettes out of his coat which was draped over a chair and took out a cigarette.  Pressing it between his lips, he retrieved a box of matches and lit his cigarette.  They were cheap cigarettes, but it was all Matvey had the money for.  Actually, he hadn’t even bought them, he took them from his last client who refused to pay for the extra services he requested.

  Taking a long drag from the cheap cigarette, feeling it’s bitter taste in his lungs and lingering on his lips, he saw a person walk inside that looked new and a bit confused.  Slowly, he made his way over to the door to greet them — only wearing a pair of shiny, silver, underwear.

  “Welcome to the Rebel’s Klub.” he said with a small smile, “You look new, have you been here before?”

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Olive-colored eyes widened at the sight of the older man that walked towards him, clad only in underwear. He looked down, stuttered awkwardly, and looked around to see if anyone noticed the two. The other patrons in the bar paid a blind eye to them, although he caught sight of someone shaking their head. "Is- isn't it a bit cold to be wearing that little?" The tundra wasn't kind to those who were unprepared, and the teen was no witch who could live in even the coldest nights with only the thinnest linens to cover them.

( He should know when he had lived there for all his life with them, covered in furs that his sisters would tease him for. )

He looked off to the side for a moment, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looked into the dimly lit interior. It wasn't home. The space was empty without the presence of daemon companions and not for the first time did he find himself missing the company of his gyrfalcon companion. The laughter was strained, there was an air of tiredness around the people of the city, and the technology seemed strange. "Um, I was wondering if I could find transport to the far north and west? Before it grows too cold and I find myself stranded here."

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

behind the red curtains

She's panting lightly with exertion as she finishes off the piece with a strong stroke, the bow hovering in mid-air and vibrating just slightly from the force of the piece. She smiles and bows when she receives the apologize thanks the audience for being so appreciative and welcoming. She leaves the stage with a soft smile that fades as soon as she slips behind the stage. A few seconds of rest and she's off to find her viola case. This was her last set, and she wants to be back home with her siblings tonight.

She's leaning over the table and snapping the bow into her case when she feels it, a light touch of a hand trailing up her butt. She barely resists the urge to take her bow back out and whack the guy, and settles for facing him with a tense smile instead. Really, she had been hoping for a few more seconds of peace before the perverts came out. "A good-looking guy like you? I wouldn't have said no if you asked." He wasn't bad on the eyes if a little too presumptive for her tastes. The viola was gently laid into its cloth resting place and the cloth covering placed on top. "Are you going to at least buy me a drink first before you take me back to your place?"

[kniveswordsphobias-deactivated2]

"He smells like someone who will die, now doesn’t he?"she whispers to the corpse. She’s actually finished with it, never liked eating the brains; it’s really rather chewy, and without the delicious crunch of bones…well, it’s just tiring.

But if he thinks he can kill her for this, then by all means….

She takes a lighter out of her pocket, pours gasoline on the body and drops the lighter. The result is instantaneous. Arsenic settles back against the wall to watch, inhaling deeply. “There goes your money,” she says to no one in particular. 

She looks up, assumes that the little boy is still lingering around nearby and says loudly, “Come and get what is left of your prize, then. Ashes. Aren’t they nice? I could always remove a few of your organs if seeing them is what you desire,” she adds, laughing cruelly.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Fire was the Great Mother who protected her young, who warmed them come winter, and defeated their enemies. He hums the old lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young to himself and shrugs as he turns the corner and is gone, letting the dark of the night ( and just a bit of a well-applied invisibility spell ) overtake him. He stops at a thought, he was never any good with magic but- he grins to himself and creeps back noiselessly to the alleyway. He blows power to the fire and it bursts to life, tracing its source to the gasoline and the lighter and the girl.

There's a grin on his face as he shoots out of the alleyway onto the next street and teleports himself the next town over. Let the girl deal with that and good riddance.

[kniveswordsphobias-deactivated2]

Arsenic snarls and grabs him by the throat, shoving him up against a wall. “I am not finished with her! You interrupted me! She is mine and you will diebefore you touch her again!”

She considers eating him, too, but his scent isn’t appealing to her. She likes women who scream and cry out, not men who scream and cry out. This boy will be just like all the rest, will sob and call for his mommy to come and rescue him. She drops him.

"You know nothing of me or what I can do. Leave before you make another mistake.”

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Ryo just manages to resist the instinct to mentally shove her out of the way. Preferably into the far wall where her neck could snap for all he cared. He gulps and stares coolly at this girl who plays at being a witch. ( He doesn't much care about dying, it's an inevitability that will only come sooner with his health condition. ) "Yeah, yeah, I read you loud and clear. Don't touch the corpse while it's still warm, wait until it feels like hell has frozen over and all the good stuff is gone." He rubs his throat a bit relieve the tension and plans in the back of his head. It's doubtful the girl will devour even the bones, but he's patient and wouldn't mind waiting for a while longer.

Besides, there's the matter of the 'little trip' that he was sent on. With his luck, she'll be done by time he gets back. ( Or not. ) "Then I will accept your oh-so-generous offer and take my leave. Just try to leave me something when you're done alright? Even a spare rib will do." He turns to leave with a cheeky salute and extends his mental sensors like a net as he walks out of the alleyway. He wouldn't hesitate to break her neck if the girl attacked him again, he didn't think his poor heart could handle the stress of being jumped on by a stray alley cat anyway.

[kniveswordsphobias-deactivated2]

"Do you take me for a fool?” She tosses the body to the ground and stands, anger rolling off her in waves. “I do not eat fat. I am female, and I am not made of fat. I eat muscle. I drink their blood. I ate the heart and I have no use for your pathetic money. Keep it. Buy yourself someone who cares.”

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

"Well damn, it was worth asking anyway I suppose." He crouched down to stare at the body, poking at the bloody innards to see if there was anything he could salvage. "Did you eat the skin though? As I mentioned, women have subcutaneous fat, or it's attached to the skin. A bit like the skin on chicken meat." He leaned forward to get a better view, the lungs still seemed to be attached as did the liver. If anything he could probably sell the organs on the black market for a quick buck.

Blood, muscle, and organs. Maybe he could have a few bones to bring back for his troubles. He stood up and stared calmly at the woman. "Surprised you didn't eat the brain since that's supposedly the best part, but I guess you didn't want to be mistaken for a zombie and get dragged off by the authorities." He made a motion to the body on the ground. "Any chance I could take 'her' off your hands if you're done with her. I hear ovaries are in hot demand these days for fertility rituals." ( And anti-PMS/menopause spells ... )

[kniveswordsphobias-deactivated2]

"Your mother was delicious."

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

The teenager raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Women have a lot of subcutaneous fat and not a lot of muscle. Greasy might have been a better word to describe it, considering you're basically eating pounds of pure lard." He stared at the corpse held in her hands. "Did you take the heart out already? I think I know someone who would gladly pay you for it." Namely, his mother...

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

The Dreamer

[beyondmirai-deactivated20150819]

Shion didn’t think of the risks, He thought of his own wish. To see Nezumi’s face, To see that he was alive. He couldn’t know anything because they didn’t write to each other. It was only Shion who wrote, but always hid his letters in the drawer or on the table until it turned to be a huge pile of letters. However, Hana had a point. Maybe seeing Nezumi’s face one time wouldn’t bring him satisfaction. Maybe it awoke a stronger will, a stronger longing to see him again and he wouldn’t know an end.

In other words, in addition, Shion had to be cautious with magical items. It could be really dangerous, He couldn’t predict what would happen.

The bell cut his thoughts as a knife cutting a paper. Shion turned his eyes to the door, and noticed Akemi, the girl from the night before. The girl who mentioned from the very first start about the mirror. He looked at them both now as he was struggling between the reality and his longing. Between a clear fact what Nezumi was gone, and receiving an unnatural ability to see him through a magical mirror with dangers. The decision was in his hands, non of the girls could help. They stated everything they could tell about the mirror, It was all about Shion.

"You said that once I say his name to the mirror, I can see him. I don’t see anything wrong if… If I agree to get this chance." The boy spoke quietly. It was true, to the matter of fact, Shion would do whatever it took when it came to Nezumi. They both risked their life for each other, So being risked by a magical item which allowed Shion to see him… It wasn’t even a question anymore.

Don’t angry at me that I do it, Nezumi. I have to because…. because I miss you.

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Akemi stared at him  before giving a stray glance in the direction of her elder sister, a silent question in her gaze. Hana didn't stare back, focused as she was with their other customer, but did tap the counter in something like an agreement and something like a promise. "I see," she said as she looked back to the boy. "I believe my sister has told you about the dangers of using the mirror correct?" The mirror would be somewhere behind the counter, and she didn't think levitating it to her hand would be a good cause of action. Perhaps-

"Come with me, you don't want to use the mirror where all other people can see. It's much quieter upstairs." She held her hand out once she reached the counter, her sister reading her unasked request for the mirror and placing it in her hand. She turned towards the boy to make sure he was following her before she pushed aside the curtain designed to mask the staircase from the rest of the shop and walked towards the dull green door at the top. "Make yourself comfortable, this can take a while." The door opened with a slight whine to reveal a homey room of faded browns, muted sunlight streaming through half-opened shades.

She sat on the ratty brown couch by the door, old but still comfortable, and placed the mirror in front of her. "Come. Sit, but please hold onto my hand before you use the mirror. That way I can break the connection should it grow too strong."

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

The Dreamer

[beyondmirai-deactivated20150819]

Shion examined the girl in front of him. She wasn’t that much different from Akemi, however he could point on a kind of a difference between both of them. He felt more comfortable with Akemi, maybe that was it. Hana seemed older, also seemed that she had more experience. Shion titled his head. Maybe it was her appearance whom confused him. He needed to see and talk to both of them long enough in order to know clearly, though he had no problem to tell Hana about his reason to his request for the mirror.

"Someone who is very important to me left a long ago. I told it to Akemi, and she suggested a mirror which would reflect him for me so I could see him once I said his name. An old mirror." 

He didn’t avert his gaze at all as he spoke. Suddenly, another boy stepped down roughly the stairs. Shion looked at him out of curiosity. He smiled. Sometimes, those situation of going to school made him miss it, at least the good part of those memories. At the school he met Safu, his closest friend, he studied and acquired knowledge. Yet this knowledge wasn’t the right knowledge when it came to survive and live outside of the utopia.

"Good luck." He told they boy, Hikaru, before he left. Shion wasn’t sure why, but it felt right to tell. Probably being polite couldn’t damage. He was a student in the school too after all. Then, his smiled vanished, and Shion looked back at her with an earnest look.

"Can you help me with this mirror? Can you help me and give me this chance to see him only one time?" He almost whispered. His feelings pounding as if threatening to explode out of his heart in any moment. 

I want to see him. Even if I can’t touch or speak, I want.  Let me see him. Let me see Nezumi…

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Hana frowned and made a slight thoughtful noise as she looked out the window. She should be able to see her younger sister running back soon, that is if the window was pointing at the right location. She shook her head slightly and looked at the boy warily as she threaded her fingers together. The mirror was a very dangerous tool when it fell into the hands of the untrained. If it was possible she would like to have Akemi monitor the boy for any signs of danger if he were to use it. "But would seeing him just this once satisfy you? I can't guaranteed that you'll be allowed to use it again, people have been known to starve to death watching the shadows of their loved ones beneath the mirror. The mirror-" She sighed as she searched for a way to word her thoughts. "-let's just say that not everything in this store is as kind as it seems. Magical objects can grow to have a mind of their own, and you'd best be wary when using one." 

The bell in the door jingled lightly to signify that someone else had entered and she raised her head to greet the client only to smile widely at the sight of her lightly panting sister. "Well you're in luck, seems like Akemi has just arrived. Why don't you ask her about getting a peek at that mirror while I help this nice lady okay? So, how may I help you ma'am?"

Akemi looked up as she caught the stray thought sent whizzing in her direction courtesy of her sister. Don't let the boy get hurt.  Her sister needed to place more trust in her. "You're the boy from last night," she greeted emotionlessly. "What made you change your mind about the mirror?"

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

The Dreamer

[beyondmirai-deactivated20150819]

  Shion blinked, still wondering about her identity though. For a brief moment, the boy’s heart stopped beating as the mirror was mentioned. He breathed to ease a light stress that snicked into him, but he rapidly shook it off. Shion glanced at her, then at the stairs when he heard the footsteps, and back to the other girl whom her name was unknown for him. 

How did she know about the mirror? Did Akemi tell her something? What’s going on here?

Not only those questions, but more didn’t let his mind peace. It was not only his natural curiosity this time, it was also a suspicion. An option occurred his mind that maybe he mustn’t do such a thing, that he must listen to Nezum’s word and believe in him. In his promise. He had doubts, and he remembered a part of his dream, a small but significant one. He saw Nezumi, however Nezumi couldn’t hear him. Shion couldn’t touch him, couldn’t reach him in anyway because the glass blocked their way, kept them separated.

He shivered.

It was just a dream…

"Yes, I wanted to talk to her about this."

What is this feeling? Why am I so terrified all of a sudden?

[theforgottenlegends-blog]

Hana raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And this is so important that you can't possibly talk to me about it?" She turned towards the dusty windows and the waking world beyond, as if she could see her sister running just outside. "Akemi may be-" She hesitated as she searched for the right term. "-gifted in the ways of the mind, but I know my way around this store as well." The thumping continued overhead as her younger brother scrambled around to get ready for the day. She couldn't help the smile that crossed over her face when she heard him stumble and then curse softly afterwards. "Well if you insist on waiting for my dear sister to return from her morning run, it'll only be a few minutes or so. She's been gone for a while and should return shortly."

She opened her mouth to ask if he had anything else he needed help with when loud footsteps thundering down the stairs caused her to turn her head to catch the sight of her brother scrambling towards the door, a piece of toast lodged firmly in his mouth and his backpack clenched firmly in his hand. "Good luck on your test Hikaru. Try not to fail too badly."

"Thanks, I'll try not t-" He gut off his farewell mid-sentence with a screech as he nearly ran headfirst into someone just entering the shop. A series of profuse apologies later and he was running off towards school. ( Hana sighed when she noticed the laces of one shoe was untied, hopefully her precious little brother wouldn't trip and hurt himself on the way to class. )

She turned back to the white-haired teen that had entered the store. "Is there anything else you needed help with?"