What the Darkness Brings by I Agree

The End of a Fairytale

What the Darkness Brings

By: I Agree

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PART I: The Consequence of Recovery

Prologue: The End of a Fairytale

Seven years after the Well incident

It all started on her fifteenth birthday. Really everything started on her fifteenth birthday. It was as if she had been born that day. Before then she had just been your run of the mill Japanese middle school girl with average grades, an average body and looks, a huge crush on the most popular (and boring) boy in the entire school, and had a crazy wannabe priest grandfather who told of demonic stories and gave her dried kappa's feet for her birthday. Yes, her life was the epitome of normal. The turning point in her life had been the exact day she had turned fifteen.

Her stupid fat cat had gone into the well house again, and her little brother had been too frightened of what lay in the dark recesses of the building to go after the animal. Ever the brave one after her fathers untimely death, she had volunteered herself at the request of her little twerp brother to rescue their beloved house pet. She should have known that something was wrong when there was a strong pulse of something in her side and a little foreign voice in her mind quietly cackling with glee.

The voice wasn't all that strange to her, in fact it was a comfort for her. Actually there were a multitude of voices that spoke to her, and for her entire life they had been with her. They were always quietly giving her company in her lonely moments, always reassuring her when she'd done something, always somehow lifting her spirits when she was saddened. They were almost loving to her, almost another parent of sorts. But never, never had they laughed so wickedly, never had they frightened her so much than in that moment. Stupidly, she had ignored that particular warning sign and had paid for her ignorance when she had been forcibly pulled down the old Bone Eaters Well into another time.

Her life had begun then. It had become a fairytale, a lovely, violent fairytale that she had wanted to run away from, that she wanted to end so she could be 'normal' once more. That, of course, could never have happened. Even if she went back to a 'normal' life, she'd still have the memories of what the past had held for her.

Seven years had passed since she had turned fifteen. Seven years that had been filled with pain and anguish, love and hope. She had lived through hell, had battled with the devil himself and had come out on top, barely alive but feeling the victory. She had become a saint in the eyes of the continent, of both demon and human, she had become their lovely miko heroine. She thought that finally, finally, maybe she could have some semblance of a simple life.

But now, when she was willing to live this life, she was faced with the end of her fairytale.

Smirking silver eyes bore into her own sea-blue ones, trying and almost succeeding in terrifying her. It didn't work though. She had lived entirely too long, though too much for anything to scare her anymore. But it didn't mean that she couldn't see her own death in those eyes.

And it was all because of that damn well.

---IA---

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