note: there will be a few time lapses in the story, of days, or months or even a year or two
so don't be surprised later on.
Siana's body was cleaned up and dressed in clean, fresh clothes. It was Oyogo who carried her
body to the site they all knew her spirit would best rest; the twin stumped tree. It was a sacred,
peaceful place. It seemed to defy the heavy sense of pain and loss in the air, with it's peaceful
Everyone in the village mourned her death. None more so than Sesshima. And it fell to her to
give the blessing of the Afterlife.
After it was done, Sesshima knelt by her mothers body. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on
Oyogo once again lifted her body, lowering it into the hole, arranging her arms over her chest
neatly. He muttered a quick prayer in the language of the mainland before backing away.
Many of the villagers threw a flower into the grave, saying a prayer, of speaking of Siana fondly.
Childhood tales of mischief, good deeds she had done, Her brave and honorable spirit would
never be forgotten. Most of the villagers wept. None more so than Sesshima. Isaca offered
words of comfort, but Sesshima was too numb to recieve them.
After she was buried, everyone returned to their homes, leaving Sesshima to mourn.
She looked up at Oyogo
"Oyogo...do you think...she was in pain?"
Oyogo put one of his large, hard-worked hands on her shoulder. "Well, the snakes venom
probably was painful, I won't lie to you about that. But when she died, she was talking to
you. She died smiling. So I suppose if I had to answer, I'd say no."
Sesshima looked at the staff she was holding. Far too big for her, unbalanced in her grip.
She squeezed it tightly. She'd learn to use it, that she promised herself.
Thunder cracked loudly overhead as it began to rain. Oyogo patted her back, "Come on...
you can stay with me until the storm let's up..."
Sesshima allowed Oyogo to lead her, her mind blank as she clutched the staff tightly to
herself. Her mothers scent covering the staff, and bit of her aura lingering within.
Night came quickly. The storm had lasted longer than Oyogo had thought it would. Sesshima
laid on a sleeping mat listening to the lightning and thunder and rain as only she with
her keen hanyou ears could. She looked over at Oyogo, who had fallen asleep roughly an
hour ago on his own mat on the other side of the room. Sesshima rose from her pallet and
picked up the staff. She exited the hut, running at top speed back up to the village, ignoring
the stinging rain.
She didn't stop until she reached the temple, opening and then shutting the doors tightly.
She threw a few logs into the sacred fire, which had almost gone out. after a few moments,
the temple was as warm as ever. Sesshima removed her kimono and laid it aside to
dry. She lit a candle and went to her room, putting on her sleeping yukata.
She trudged to Siana's room, her scent and presence lingered within. Sesshima went to her
mothers bed and laid down, pulling the old furs and blankets over herself, enveloping herself
She lay there, inhaling her mothers scent, snuggling deeper into the blankets as if it could ease
the painful throbbing in her chest. She eventually fell asleep, curled in a semi-fetal position, her
mothers name on her lips.
Days passed in a blur. Sesshima did what she could, making the same rounds as her mother
had, giving blessings and making some sutra's. She soon began to realize however that the
villagers, no matter how well she did her job, did not put all the trust in her that they had given
to her mother. She said as much to Oyogo one day about a month after her mothers death.
"The villagers don't trust me"
"What makes you say that?" Oyogo asked, though he knew.
"Because I'm not like them Oyogo "I'm a half demon."
"They know you-"
"That may be. But that doesn't change the facts ," Sesshima said playing with the staffa little,
she was begining to get use to the feel of it. "I'm leaving."
Oyogo stiffened, "leaving?"
"The village," she clarified, "I'm going to leave this village, Oyogo."
"And do what? Seek out Sesshomaru?"
Sesshima growled, "As if! I'm going to make my own way in life Oyogo. I'm leaving and you
can't stop me"
"You're only twelve years old, you can't-"
"Don't argue with me," Sesshima said, "I've already packed an extra kimono and some supplies.
All I have to do is start walking.
"Running away won't bring Siana back,"
"I never said it would.I plan on coming back for visits. But I'm not living somewhere where
I'm not trusted. I'm half demon. I accept that half of me now. I won't let myself be bullied by
humans anymore. Or demons. I made that promise to my mother."
Oyogo only watched silently as Sesshima went inside and tied her travel bag to her neck.
"Don't try to stop me Oyogo," Sesshima said, "I've already sent for a new priestess. She'll
arrive in a few days, if the weather holds true."
Oyogo met her eyes. He searched for words. Any words. He sighed.
Oyogo sighed defeatedly " I wish you good luck..."
Sesshima gave a nod, "I'll visit. I promise."
Sesshima nodded again. With the staff in one hand, and her head held high, Sesshima stepped
onto the road leaving the village, and set out. Ready to face whatever fate had in store
the end of this story
stay tuned for part 2
Shadows of the Past 2: Saga of Sesshima