Flower petals scattered about with the wind as it blew wherever it wished. The sky was an amazing shade of blue that warms people's hearts when they look at it.
Within the Glowing Manor, there is a room that is filled with a small group of 3 that was hovering over a bed. The bed was covered with a thin sheet of corse fabric, and it seemed to be covering up something. Two of the trio had hazy eyes as the gazed at the bed with sorrow.
The duo was a beautiful pair of a man and a woman who looked as though they were in their early 20's. They both were hand in hand, giving each other as much support as they could. The woman looked away from the bed to gaze at the old woman that was beside it. "A-are you sure that she is dead, doctor?"
"Aye." The old woman replied with a slight nod of her head. "You called me as soon as you knew that your infant had something wrong with it, and nearly 10 years has already passed since then. Even though I am well versed in medicine, I have never seen such a thing in my life. Sadly, my inexperience has lead to your child's death."
The doctor's words made the young woman cry out loudly. "M-my baby!" She ran up to the sheets, abandoning the comfort her husband's hand gave. She wrapped her arms around the small figure that was still under the fabrics.
"Sarah..." The young man looked at his mourning wife, and he instantly moved up to hug her from behind.
"Cal...our child....oh, our child!" Sarah sobbed as she continued to cradle the dead body. Cal knew that he couldn't change a thing about their child's death, so he continued to let his wife's sorrowful feelings to erupt like a valcano. It was a long time before Sarah had finally passed out due to exhostion.
Cal stood up, and carried Sarah in his arms. When he got to the door, he paused for a moment. "Katie. You know what to do."
The doctor nodded her head. "I know."
With Katie's confirmation, Cal left the room with a slightly lighter heart.
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Nekora's contiousness awakened back up, and she felt a bone pericing cold penetraiting her body. She wanted to shiver, but her body was too stiff to do anything. She also felt as though her breathing was stiffined as well.
She used her willpower to move her hand slightly, but a wave of unfamiliar memories entered her mind, causing her to cease her action.
As they unwillingly became a part of her old memories, she couldn't help but to feel excitement swell up within her. No...No way! I am actually within the type of world that I have longed to be in! How amazing is my luck! Haha!
According to the new information that she had just aquired, she is within a worold that revolves around martial arts. It is actually a bit different from those stories online since it is a more western culture, but there are many aspects that are very similar to them as well.
In this world, known as Jimonja to it occupants, the martial arts that the prior Nekora knew about started when each child arrived at the age of 10. The age of 10 is the most ripe time for everyone to go through the 'awakening' process. This 'awakening' will allow the child to make contact with their Guardian Spirits for the first time. It is a sacred ritual that will determine if a person is a genius or a trash.
Guardian Spirits will continously grow stronger as the cultivator absorbs energies for it. Even though it is the Guardian Spirit that is growing stronger, Guardian Spirits will abide to the will of their benefactor, the cultivator.
Guardian Spirits are able to be in any shape and size. For example, one could have an animal or a weapon of some kind as their Guardian Spirtits, but their forms can sometimes be non-physical, like Elemental Guardian Spirits. Elemental Guardian Spirits are exctremely rare, and they are harder to level up. Despite this, they were always more strong that the Physical Guardian Spirits since they have more control abilities.
Every person has the capability to make their Guardian Spirits stronger, but there are still many who choose not to.
As for the prior Nekora's experiences, she was born and raised by loving parents who would do everything they could in order to make her happy. She would have most definately been able to live a long life with them at her side, but the sad truth is that her days were numbered ever since she was born with an incurable desease that even the most renouned doctor, Katie, didn't know what it was. In essence, she was doomed to die at a young age.
Well, Nekora did die, but, somehow, Nekora had taken the soulless body as her own.
When Nekora finally absorbed all of the memories, she felt that the coldness was now gone, so she quickly moved her arm to move the fabric that was covering her head away. She sat up and was about to stretch her stiff muscles when she heared a frightened scream.
"Ahhhh!"
Nekora looked over at the old doctor and gave a wide smile. "Shhh! Shhh! It's ok. It's ok. I'm not a zombie nor a ghost. Come here and see. I am perfectly alive and well."