There was a song. A song that can bring even the mightiest lords to their knees. When I heard this song the first time, it was like a regular traditional Japanese song.

Until I heard the lyrics.

My mother was the composer of the song. She always played the flute without even trying to perfect it since the lyrics were that meaningful to her. Father, however; is a different story. Every other morning I see her with fresh cuts and bruises, yet, she smiled.

I fell for that smile even though there was a strong bittersweetness to it. I was naive, gullible, and odd according to my family. Grandma always explained that my personality needs work. I could understand that.

Eleven years old, wearing a traditional, expensive kimono in the Japanese city of Kyoto was nothing new to me. Watching poor people starve because of our leader was nothing new.

War was beginning and marriage was rising for me. I hated the thought of marriage for my family's sake.  They had enough money as is.

I, Hideri Kishikoto, was not about to stand for that. Even though it was basically death if you deny something without consent. I didn't care. I wanted to run, walk, love, and mostly, I wanted freedom.

Mother came home with a pale look on her beautiful face. Father wasn't with her. She was crying and mourning for three years. I've never known why she would cry for a man who doesn't love her. My grandma patted my head and only said, "you'll understand later on."

As days go by and the blossoms die and regrow each time, winter flew by. It was my least time of year since the lovely blossoms die and leave nothing but sticks. Out of her room, looking sickly, she sat with me by my grandma's grave.

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"Let me sing you a song."

I only nodded, not really in the mood to hear a sappy song. "Mhm."

She took in a short yet deep breath and began singing a soft melody. 

"Let us sing for you,

Let us be with you,

For until the string cut us apart.

Let me give you the courage to pass this flight,

And watch you fly ahead.

All I need is your heart and nothing more,

Death is what is waiting for me,

But it's all worth it in the end.

Let us dance for you, 

Let us cry for them,

Until our paths may cross....again."

Tears filled my eyes as I cried, never knowing why exactly.

At 15 years, I married a guy I've barely met. He wasn't bad looking but wasn't the most handsome either. His teeth were yellow, eyes filled with heart, and had very long black hair. People called him Soung-Yo and I just called him "sir."

Marrying the opposing side was "best" for our sides of cities and enemies After all.

That's when everything tore apart.

Sitting there by the open shrine door, watching the snow fall slowly on December 24, there was an attack. Bloodshed scattered across the city, screams of women, man, and child echoed, and the stench of death was thick.

And I was singing. Mother told me to stop singing and run. I didn't listen. I just watched the samurais killing people while singing.

That's when the angel of death was face to face with me. Her hair was pitch black with no eyes. Yet, she was looking right into my magenta eyes and whispered. "You had cast a sin. You must pay the price."

Her voice was soothing like a mother speaking to her baby. At that night, 390 people were killed during that massacre. No one survived. I laid there with no blood or blade on me, dead and motionless.

Four hundred years passed and the song is known as the "Summer's song" now became the "Winter's song." Whoever sings the song to anyone in the dark will give a random person bad luck.

I, Hideri, started the curse of a stupid sin.