"Agro." The young man called for the towering horse. Her neigh was thunderous, echoing in the hollow forest. He smiled as she nuzzled on his back, pushing him in the shallow lake below. "You're too much." The boy chuckled, splashing cool water on her ebony coat. They stopped when they heard a rustling in the rose shrubs. "Shh." He petted her glossy coat. The man neared the shrub, aiming his arrow at the creature behind the large shrub. A soft melodic hum stopped the man from inching further. His brows creased, wondering what another person would be doing at such a late hour. He parted the leaves, cutting his index finger from the sharp thorns. A young maiden dressed in a lemon colored dress, looked at him. Her warm amber eyes stared at his striking blue. He blushed when he realized they've been staring at each other for too long.
"I apologize," He whispered. The young woman stood up, reaching to her full height. "I should be sorry, I must've startled you." She tilted her head to the side, analyzing the man's features. He looked back at Agro who mockingly let out a hearty neigh. He rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the beautiful woman before him. "Not at all." He lied, flashing a small smile at her. Silence followed, the two finding joy in each other's company. "May I ask who you are?" He asked, trying to recognize her. He had known almost everyone in his village, from young to elderly. Her eyes wandered to his hand. The burgundy liquid trickled down his fingers. The girl let out a gasp. "Your hand!" She tore the hem of her dress, wrapping the cloth around his hand. He watched her closely, trying to recognize who she was. 'She's definitely not from here' He thought. "Thank you."
"I serve the gods." She said, not eyeing him. 'The Gods? Oh. She was one of those….'
"At the shrine. Lord Emon summoned me to care for the shrine and give offerings to them every Saturday." She explained, reaching to her basket. She held a woven basket full of daffodils and white lilies. "I've lived there my whole life." She finished, tugging at her brown locks. He nodded his head, understandingly. "You're dedicated."
"I love what I do, mister."
"Wander." He grinned. She laughed, her voice sweeter than the flowers she held in her hand. "Peculiar name, though it does suit you." She turned around, heading towards the large shrine. Wander smirked. "Wait. You haven't told me your name."
She spun around to face him, her honey eyes glowing against the dusky night. "Forgive me, my name is Mono."
"Mono." He whispered, taking in the foreign name. Agro let out a neigh and pushed the young man forward. The horse's expression was angry. "Oh." He understood. "Mono!" He called. The maiden turned once more, smiling sweetly at him. "Let me take you to the shrine." He stated. She looked taken aback.
"You're quite demanding."
"No, no. It's quite alright." She walked towards him. He lifted her onto Agro and they walked towards the shrine. He felt the radiating warmth from her body, the scent of fresh lilacs from her thick brown locks taunted him. They arrived at the beautiful shrine. He set her down, his hands still on her small waist. Their eyes locked for what seemed like eternity. "Thank you." She whispered, kissing his cheek. His cheeks heated quickly, scarlet painting Wander's pale face. He watched her go inside the Shrine, disappearing into the thick darkness. An eerie chill enveloped him.
"Scary…" He shivered at the murky shrine. Agro neighed strangely, shaking violently. Wander turned to face his distressed horse.
"Hey, it's alright." He calmed the troubled stallion. He looked back at the shrine once more, wondering how such a sacred monastery could look so evil.
Sorry it's short, but I was wondering if I should continue? For those who are unclear of this story, it is basically before the events of SOTC. I've always been so intrigued of Mono's fate and wondered why she was killed. Personally I think the makers should disclose the story behind Wander and Mono! It's too interesting to keep hidden…Enough rambling, review and tell me what you think!