The village of Iwagakure had become something different to what the Old Gods intended. It had been so long, so very long, since the Gods flourished the land with their unimaginable power and beauty. The people of this village evolved into something that didn't require the Old Gods, they needed only their own two hands. The creatures that protected Iwa turned their backs on their children, and for a while, that seemed okay but they couldn't help but intervene somewhat by allowing their presence to linger in the form of Guardians. These warriors were both strong of will and power, chosen by the Gods to protect the village and its people, whether they were cultured in faith of not. Science would dictate that religion, and ultimately Gods, did not exist and were something of a long myth but the Old Gods' power was very much real. For since hearing of the lore behind her own village, Koa was dazzled by the beauty and mythology of what once was and saddened by what has now replaced such a beauty.
The doctor understood what happened in ancient times by reading documentation that was easily traced from libraries. The people of, not only this village, but the entire country seeped from the light and changed their ways over several generations and the result was that the Gods lost their own faith in the people. Over the years, the power of faith returned and that is why the Guardians were born into this world, albeit the power of the peoples' faith was not enough to bring the Gods themselves back from the yonder.
Koa had taken a very strong personal interest into these stories. The research that she was undertaking was indeed lengthy and quite off-putting to most, even to Koa the mountains of lore and ancient text seemed a little too much. She sat at a private study herself, eyes puffy and rounded as an open book teased her with words she could not understand nor contemplate. This book specifically spoke about, in very cryptic terms, the connection of a spirit to one's body. It didn't make much sense and the doctor really had to ask herself what relevance did this topic, a supernatural affair, have anything to do with the Old Gods. It was around 3:00am and her brain was tired, she was tired and also quite hungry. Her stomach would rumble with a might roar, echoing down the forgotten halls of the library. Koa would chuckle to herself, awkwardly patting down her abdomen to try and mask the sound to the audience of shadows and dust.
After a short tea break, she would confine herself to the books once more, the wall that secluded her private study felt more like a prison than anything else. A small peek over the top of its body to scan the room, only to realise how eerily silent it was. Koa would avert her eyes back to the books, sighing before pushing the green leather bound text away. A small breeze would quietly roll over Koa, it's body was frighteningly cold, and it left the woman with goosebumps. She would raise an eyebrow, turn around, and face the direction of where the gust came from and much to her bewilderment there wasn't an open window around. She shook her head and scanned the mountain of books, playing a guessing game of what one to chose next. However, the eeriness continued as when her eyes returned to the desk a book sat before her and it was not the green, leather bound book that sat their previously. This book was black, it was wrapped in a buckle lock, and it had a pentagram symbol at its heart of the front cover. Koa took a gulp of fright, in shock of how this book appeared but more worried by the very essence of the grimoire.
It had a dark, overpowering aura that didn't mean well for others. The doctor slowly stood up from her seat, looking over her little cubed prison at the emptiness of her surroundings and wondered; who could have placed that here? Koa wasn't going to read it, absolutely not. She moved her seat back and with one clank of her heel, attempted to leave as the presence of something became almost suffocating. The buckle lock on the grimoire busted open and the pages flapped wildly until a it slowed down and landed on two pages. Koa's hand began to shake but she looked, curiosity and all, only to see that the yellow and brown pages of old depicted a certain ritual. It felt clear to her what this ritual was, the writing that spoke in a different tongue seemed crystal clear, and for a moment Koa lost her way. She was swayed by this inherently evil book and its knowledge. The doctor would inch back over to her seat, standing over the book, while nervously scanning the room for any intruders. Another gust of wind stroked the doctor's back, reaching all the way upto her neck and then finally to her ear.
A whisper spoke out from the cold breeze, it's voice was sad and yet furious; "Free us..." It said.
Koa's body stood motionless as her face exploded with fear, shivers jangled her frame and sweat appeared on her brow. She couldn't run, otherwise she would, all the woman could do was stand still as the breeze stroked her body. But it would become apparent that this wasn't a breeze but a multitude of breaths. As if a group of people were crowded around her, latched onto her, breathing onto her like some socio-path. Koa would break free of her self-made prison and frantically make her way out of the library in such a desperate haste.
Later that morning, the doctor found herself curled up in bed watching the window with much suspicion. She was exhausted and couldn't stay awake any longer but her poor body kept shivering and shaking as if she was coming down with something. Nothing made sense to her, what was that book? What was that voice she heard? All of the events that transpired several hours ago couldn't have been real, it was scientifically impossible for books to vanish and reappear and for voices to whisper out from, apparently, nowhere. With heavy eyes, the doctor went to sleep with a heavy mind full of fears and unknowns. Koa would awaken, only a few hours later, to the sound of a happy puppy licking her face. The pup was only about 9 weeks old and required constant attention, the little border collie hated not being played with, and was always very affectionate over its mother; Koa. The doctor woke up hazily, laughing as she pushed the puppy away from her face, her eyes widening as a deep smile smeared across her face.
It was almost like a bad dream, the hours previous. The doctor would lazily stumble out of her bed and make her way to the en suite, opening her medicine cabinet and gathering the much needed dental equipment. The cabinet door would close and the process of brushing her pearly whites would begin. The gargle of white foam in her mouth would become too much so she would spit it all into the sink, with her head down, and run the cold tap to wash the toothpaste. Koa lifted her head with a smile as she heard her puppy barking away, to her it was as if the puppy wanted to play, but in reality it was something much more sinister. As she lifted her head, the woman's vision reflected off from the mirror and back at figure whom stood only a few foot away from the woman. It was a boy, his body was dripping with water, and his clothes were dirty and mossy. Koa's body once again froze in complete fear to which the young figure would move towards her and press his hand against her tank-top covered back.
After a few seconds, the boy was gone and Koa was free. But something was wrong, the woman stared blankly into the mirror as her brown hues became black and lifeless. She would, in a zombie state, begin to walk from the toilet through her flat and out the front door. The doctor was in no-way in control of her own body, whatever was grappling her was a strong force capable of possession; something that felt eerily similar to the Yakamana clan's special ability. Koa was aware but not in control, the sensation was awful to say the least, and it did nothing but make the doctor panic to no end even inside her own head. Her body, led by another, was taken to the hospital - where she was then led quite visibly wearing only her pant shorts and tank-top to the mortuary. This department was the doctor's bread and butter, it was hidden away at the most bottom level of the hospital, so it was only really her that ever came down to work. The still bodies of the deceased lay waiting their cremation as it was the way of Iwagakure to burn the bodies of the dead. Koa's body was finally led through a series of corridors till she arrived at a storage room, where bodies lay inside of the walls in cold metal coffins with tags around their toes.
But suddenly, as the door opened, the control over the doctor ceased and with one large gasp of air; Koa fell to the cold, slabbed ground. She didn't have a clue as to what was happening. However, as she lay on the ground panicked, her eyes lifted and noticed a man staring down at her. He was dressed in shadows and unidentifiable but something that stood out to her was what was in his hands; the black grimoire from that very night. She tried to lift her body up but was unable to. The man, or whoever it was, immediately retreated and left a single storage cell open. Koa rushed over to it, her feet slapping against the slabs, and with much confusion and horror the face that greeted her was of a young blonde boy; the same boy that had possessed her.
She stood there in silence, confused... Her heart was racing, palpitating.
The doctor understood what happened in ancient times by reading documentation that was easily traced from libraries. The people of, not only this village, but the entire country seeped from the light and changed their ways over several generations and the result was that the Gods lost their own faith in the people. Over the years, the power of faith returned and that is why the Guardians were born into this world, albeit the power of the peoples' faith was not enough to bring the Gods themselves back from the yonder.
Koa had taken a very strong personal interest into these stories. The research that she was undertaking was indeed lengthy and quite off-putting to most, even to Koa the mountains of lore and ancient text seemed a little too much. She sat at a private study herself, eyes puffy and rounded as an open book teased her with words she could not understand nor contemplate. This book specifically spoke about, in very cryptic terms, the connection of a spirit to one's body. It didn't make much sense and the doctor really had to ask herself what relevance did this topic, a supernatural affair, have anything to do with the Old Gods. It was around 3:00am and her brain was tired, she was tired and also quite hungry. Her stomach would rumble with a might roar, echoing down the forgotten halls of the library. Koa would chuckle to herself, awkwardly patting down her abdomen to try and mask the sound to the audience of shadows and dust.
After a short tea break, she would confine herself to the books once more, the wall that secluded her private study felt more like a prison than anything else. A small peek over the top of its body to scan the room, only to realise how eerily silent it was. Koa would avert her eyes back to the books, sighing before pushing the green leather bound text away. A small breeze would quietly roll over Koa, it's body was frighteningly cold, and it left the woman with goosebumps. She would raise an eyebrow, turn around, and face the direction of where the gust came from and much to her bewilderment there wasn't an open window around. She shook her head and scanned the mountain of books, playing a guessing game of what one to chose next. However, the eeriness continued as when her eyes returned to the desk a book sat before her and it was not the green, leather bound book that sat their previously. This book was black, it was wrapped in a buckle lock, and it had a pentagram symbol at its heart of the front cover. Koa took a gulp of fright, in shock of how this book appeared but more worried by the very essence of the grimoire.
It had a dark, overpowering aura that didn't mean well for others. The doctor slowly stood up from her seat, looking over her little cubed prison at the emptiness of her surroundings and wondered; who could have placed that here? Koa wasn't going to read it, absolutely not. She moved her seat back and with one clank of her heel, attempted to leave as the presence of something became almost suffocating. The buckle lock on the grimoire busted open and the pages flapped wildly until a it slowed down and landed on two pages. Koa's hand began to shake but she looked, curiosity and all, only to see that the yellow and brown pages of old depicted a certain ritual. It felt clear to her what this ritual was, the writing that spoke in a different tongue seemed crystal clear, and for a moment Koa lost her way. She was swayed by this inherently evil book and its knowledge. The doctor would inch back over to her seat, standing over the book, while nervously scanning the room for any intruders. Another gust of wind stroked the doctor's back, reaching all the way upto her neck and then finally to her ear.
A whisper spoke out from the cold breeze, it's voice was sad and yet furious; "Free us..." It said.
Koa's body stood motionless as her face exploded with fear, shivers jangled her frame and sweat appeared on her brow. She couldn't run, otherwise she would, all the woman could do was stand still as the breeze stroked her body. But it would become apparent that this wasn't a breeze but a multitude of breaths. As if a group of people were crowded around her, latched onto her, breathing onto her like some socio-path. Koa would break free of her self-made prison and frantically make her way out of the library in such a desperate haste.
Later that morning, the doctor found herself curled up in bed watching the window with much suspicion. She was exhausted and couldn't stay awake any longer but her poor body kept shivering and shaking as if she was coming down with something. Nothing made sense to her, what was that book? What was that voice she heard? All of the events that transpired several hours ago couldn't have been real, it was scientifically impossible for books to vanish and reappear and for voices to whisper out from, apparently, nowhere. With heavy eyes, the doctor went to sleep with a heavy mind full of fears and unknowns. Koa would awaken, only a few hours later, to the sound of a happy puppy licking her face. The pup was only about 9 weeks old and required constant attention, the little border collie hated not being played with, and was always very affectionate over its mother; Koa. The doctor woke up hazily, laughing as she pushed the puppy away from her face, her eyes widening as a deep smile smeared across her face.
It was almost like a bad dream, the hours previous. The doctor would lazily stumble out of her bed and make her way to the en suite, opening her medicine cabinet and gathering the much needed dental equipment. The cabinet door would close and the process of brushing her pearly whites would begin. The gargle of white foam in her mouth would become too much so she would spit it all into the sink, with her head down, and run the cold tap to wash the toothpaste. Koa lifted her head with a smile as she heard her puppy barking away, to her it was as if the puppy wanted to play, but in reality it was something much more sinister. As she lifted her head, the woman's vision reflected off from the mirror and back at figure whom stood only a few foot away from the woman. It was a boy, his body was dripping with water, and his clothes were dirty and mossy. Koa's body once again froze in complete fear to which the young figure would move towards her and press his hand against her tank-top covered back.
After a few seconds, the boy was gone and Koa was free. But something was wrong, the woman stared blankly into the mirror as her brown hues became black and lifeless. She would, in a zombie state, begin to walk from the toilet through her flat and out the front door. The doctor was in no-way in control of her own body, whatever was grappling her was a strong force capable of possession; something that felt eerily similar to the Yakamana clan's special ability. Koa was aware but not in control, the sensation was awful to say the least, and it did nothing but make the doctor panic to no end even inside her own head. Her body, led by another, was taken to the hospital - where she was then led quite visibly wearing only her pant shorts and tank-top to the mortuary. This department was the doctor's bread and butter, it was hidden away at the most bottom level of the hospital, so it was only really her that ever came down to work. The still bodies of the deceased lay waiting their cremation as it was the way of Iwagakure to burn the bodies of the dead. Koa's body was finally led through a series of corridors till she arrived at a storage room, where bodies lay inside of the walls in cold metal coffins with tags around their toes.
But suddenly, as the door opened, the control over the doctor ceased and with one large gasp of air; Koa fell to the cold, slabbed ground. She didn't have a clue as to what was happening. However, as she lay on the ground panicked, her eyes lifted and noticed a man staring down at her. He was dressed in shadows and unidentifiable but something that stood out to her was what was in his hands; the black grimoire from that very night. She tried to lift her body up but was unable to. The man, or whoever it was, immediately retreated and left a single storage cell open. Koa rushed over to it, her feet slapping against the slabs, and with much confusion and horror the face that greeted her was of a young blonde boy; the same boy that had possessed her.
She stood there in silence, confused... Her heart was racing, palpitating.
[End of Part 1]
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