![]() ![]() That is, until the creature suddenly stopped. She could still hear him fight against the Yokai, but she was too busy avoiding her own enemy’s rabid attacks. In the chaos of battle, Meiko was pushed back, thrown and dragged away from her brother. A blade that, if legends were to be believed, could kill these monsters. “We need the dagger!” her brother yelled. Bedtime tales, meant to keep them snug in their blankets. Young Meiko had risen up to the challenge – but not Motoori. Children used to dare each other to travel into the forest outside the village in the dead of night, and to go touch the stone seal. Long ago repelled by their ancestors, and kept at bay in a cave sealed by an enchanted stone. When they were young, Meiko and Motoori had been told stories of the Yokai - demon spirits from another realm, capable of possessing both objects and people. He too seemed to be fighting a hopeless battle. To her side, Meiko could see Motoori struggling against his enemy. And what was that unnerving sound coming from its throat? Was it laughing? It just kept coming at her, with snapping teeth and sharp claws for fingers. Meiko sliced her opponent’s arm right off, but it didn’t slow down or back off. The Yokai screamed in her face, a twisted and unnerving howl that woke sleeping children miles away. But the undead assailant had no trouble lifting it and swinging it at Meiko, who blocked the attack with precision. One of them dragged the tip of his blade on the ground, as if the weapon was too heavy for him to hold. The two possessed Samurai approached with broken movements punctuated by the sound of crackling bones. Their screeches would have filled even the bravest warriors in history with paralyzing dread. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural light. Their faces were distorted beyond recognition. The two creatures wore Samurai armor, but that was the only thing human about them. Meiko planted her feet and pivoted, allowing Motoori to swoop past her and circle to her side, both siblings unsheathing their swords in one fluid motion.Įven if she knew exactly what was coming for them, Meiko still felt a great rush of fear upon looking at them. She gave him the signal, and he quickly tapped her shoulder, a silent understanding they had perfected when they were young. They had to do what she had taught Motoori: stand and fight. All she could think about was keeping her brother safe. And yet, here they were again, running like frightened children. Now, Motoori was a fully-grown young adult, a mighty Orochi and she, a proud Kensei. Heathmoor was an unforgiving place, and she would ensure that he would have the strength and the skills to stand tall in a world where everything was looking to tear you down.īut that was a long time ago. She was also the one who taught him how to fight – a decision she made after a young Motoori came home one day, beaten and bloodied, his cheeks covered in dried tears. She had cared for him, traded goods for him, and ensured he always had a roof over his head. After losing their parents at such a young age, she had taken it upon herself to raise him. All her life, she had been responsible for her brother. All Meiko could do was stare right in front of her, at the heavy wooden door that, despite her best efforts to run as fast as she could, still seemed much too far away. ![]() She looked back at her brother, reminding herself that he knew how to take care of himself now. Motoori’s footsteps splashed in the wet ground behind her. ![]() ![]() If she had any hope of saving her brother, she had to face these demons. And the more it threatened to consume its wielder. The more it killed, the more powerful it became. Every Yokai the dagger claimed was contained inside of it. The blade was the only weapon capable of killing the Yokai – but wielding it came at a great cost. In order to face the Yokai, Meiko took the responsibility of wielding the Mamono Dagger. The spark took a darker shade, and the smile was put to rest. When Meiko’s younger brother Motoori was taken, something changed in her. But Meiko’s resilience was tested when the Yokai were freed from their prison.Īfter being dormant for generations, the monstrous demons were let loose upon the Myre. There was a spark in her eyes, one that could never be dimmed, no matter the circumstances. This was, more than likely, the reason why she was most often spotted with a smile on her face – even in the midst of battle. A humble Kensei dedicated to the protection of her people, Meiko was a beloved warrior, one of the few who took the time to enjoy the rare beauties of a harsh world. Meiko was that flower, watered by blood, shaped by atrocities, but not defined by them. ![]()
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