Senshi Unmel ni Taishite

                I was walking the same route as always, mumbling something about how lucky we were to not have uniforms like one of my friends schools (I'm completely repulsed by the idea of wearing a dress).  I new a much faster way home but I always wanted to walk by my fathers old work.  The ruins lay there the last chapter in the saddest love story I've ever heard.  I'm not one for romance but that story was all I had of my mother, I didn't even have memories of her.  This was where my father tried to find her soul, so we could be together again.  This is where I thought they would have met leaving me behind.  He didn't mean to leave me here, he wanted a family as much as I did.  But there was an accident or at least that's what everyone thought then.  As far as I was concerned at the moment they were both happily together waiting for me to join them some day, but that would change. 

Maybe not in the next few hours,  but it would still be all to soon. 

                So as usual I walked closer to the rubble.  My fateful dog Sunder, the largest German-shepherd  I'd ever seen stayed close by.  He had never like this place.  Nether did I, but I couldn't help coming back to the place I felt closest to my family.  They had a small memorial near the front but I didn't go to it often.  When I was seven I decided to make a more personal memorial.  I had crawled out to the spot they pulled my dads lifeless, mangled body from the wreckage carrying my paint set all the way and wrote "Missy and Crono".  So each day Sunder and I would walk there, alone.  We came even when it was snowing or when I was sick.  The place scared most people.  No body tried to rebuild here because this is where man tried to reach the unknown and met the consequences of trying perhaps to hard.

                If only I had been like all the other kids and kept clear then this wouldn't have happened.  It would have found me somehow but not in the way it did.  Not so much of a shock…  It was just going to be a normal stop to visit my memorial but instead I stumbled upon a one of a kind thing, both creepy and complex.  I walked right into a field of influence.

                The shadows held their normal shape and so did everything else.  Not a thing moved in the desolate scene except Sunder and me.  Nothing was different, I could have sworn.  Then again at that point I wasn't supposed to be able to sense things.  The sun was busily trying to burn all of our uncovered skin as we tried to move across the broken pavement.  Pushing a little bit of my blonde hair out of the way so I could see the paint on the propped up piece of old cement, I sighed softly at the sad site.  My words in black paint standing out against the light colored gray cement and cloudless sky.  It really was nothing special but it meant everything to me.  We continued to get closer unaware of anything out of the ordinary. 

                Then Sunder stopped.  He gazed at something in the rubble.  I didn't notice, I'm not sure why.  I had always been so close to him that I noticed his every movement, but for some reason that day was different.  I still walked forward silently.  Then once I had reached my destination I put out my hand to touch the words I had wrote so long ago.  The words I had came to see every day after that. Then suddenly my eye shifted.  Something was there.  It took the breath out of my lungs.  They say in a field of influence you might see ghost, but ghost were things that once live.  This wasn't a ghost.  It had never lived here, never.  That wasn't what scared me.  (The thing itself was just a stone figure.)  What scared me was the fact I knew what that figure was.  The stone figure was of a two tailed wolf with a long mane.  That figure was of a Daemon, and that Daemon was a part of me. 

                I felt like something had just hit my chest with a sledge hammer.  I tried to breathe, but fear kept all the air from reaching my lungs out.  The eyes of that stone sculpture held a relentless stare at me seeing something deep inside that I could not.  I backed up trying to get away from this feeling of having everything I knew torn away from me.  Before I turned away I looked at the names again.  There were wings on them…feathered wings.  My fathers were bent and torn but my mothers where still neat and perfect.

                Running away I tried hard not to think of what I had just seen.  It was nothing that scary but it had chilled me to the bone.  Something about that statue and those wings.  What was the oddest about the wings is they were done in the same black runny paint as the names, not to mention it bore the same weathered look.  It was like they had been there all along.  It was confusing.  What could have done that?  What could have made that statue, and why did I feel like I had seen that figure before? Those were just a few of millions of questions running as fast as they could through my head.

                Then I noticed something.  It made me feel sick to my stomach.  I was dumbfounded by the fact I hadn't noticed it until now.  I almost jerked the soul out of me.  I had listened to the sound of Sunder's paws following me for almost five years now, yet it had taken me this long to notice they were gone!  I turned around fast.  I didn't want to go back but he would have done the same for me.  He had always protected me.  From the first day we got him it was like he was meant to protect me.  I was going to do the same for him. 

                Running back to that forbidden place seem to take twice as long as it did for me to run away.  Every step of the way I had a growing feeling something had happened to my beloved Sunder.  I knew he would have followed me unless there was a good reason why he couldn't do so.

                I found my self starring at the wreckage for a few seconds, something in me begged to run away.  I would have, but Sunder meant to much to me.   I started to run fast but carefully over the wreckage.  I knew the place like the back of my hand but still tripped sometimes. As soon as I was able to see over the wreckage I looked a where I had last seen Sunder. he wasn't there…but a splatter of blood was!  I felt the color drain from my face and a scream begin to swell in my throat.  I frantically searched for him hoping with all my heart this was just a dream.

                Then I found him in the oddest place possible.  He was leaning against the cement piece with the names.  For some reason I thought of the word "guardians" as I looked at the poor dog badly wounded staying beside them snarling at something I couldn't see but could feel was there.  It was odd, though it looked like Sunder was just lying there making a big deal about nothing.  The same voice inside my that told me to run away saw something else.  It said the dog was safe as long as he stayed there but I wasn't.  I was somewhere that left me open to that thing that had hurt Sunder.  It said the dog would come later when that unseen thing lost interest, but if I didn't leave now it might turn its attention to me.  I wanted to know why that spot was so special but that voice urged me to leave and hinted that I'd find out later.

                 I didn't want to listen to that voice.  Leave my beloved dog for dead, and listen to something that I had no idea existed in me until now?  Would you have chosen that?  I would have decided to challenge it but that thing that I could see but couldn't, turned it's attention to me.  I was frozen with fear by that time and try as I might I just couldn't get my legs to move.  That voice in me screamed and pleaded but I tuned it out.  The last thing I remembered was everything going black.