The Omen

The Omen
Episode I

Wind blasted through my silvery-blonde hair. Midnight crept slowly through the cloudy night. My light, gray coat offered little protection against the hard sheets of rain. I began across through the rickety wooden bridge, cautiously watching for those three planks of wood that came loose a few weeks ago. Lightning struck the vulnerable sky, followed by a massive thunderclap that reminded me to pay attention to the path ahead. The rough, bristly rope felt as if it withered away every time I brushed my hand against it. Moonlight peered through the ruthless clouds and hid behind them again. I lowered my head and held my collar against my nose and mouth to stop the rain that dripped down my face.

I crossed the dangerous bridge and made my way towards the iron gate that pounded with the natural motion of the icy wind. I checked the lock to see if they remembered that I’d be back before dawn. I shook the rusty bars and sighed in frustration. I swiftly scrambled in my semi-deep pocket and tried to recognize all of the items: a miniature pool of chilly rainwater, a little vial of red tea I purchased back at Kyroh. It was nothing more than a wet glass of liquid that had as much fluid as a blood sample. And…something else that lurked near the bottom lining. It felt warm compared to the tea, and was made of wool. I quickly pulled it out so I can get to my home quickly; my anxiety for warmth and comfort at home took control of my entire body and mind. All I longed for in this dreaded rain was to find the master key to the gate and rush to my simple abode. The strange object was a sack of coins I also received from Kyroh, too my dismay. They were all made of dirt-ridden silver and were altogether worth forty-five lin*. I sighed, and placed the coins back into my pocket.

I reached into my other pocket and searched for the key, longing for the warmth of the pleasing fireplace in my home. I rapidly rummaged around the interior of my black pants to find the key. I familiarized myself with a cold, tarnished metal that left me relieved. I wiped my hair from the heavy rain and speedily schlepped through the muddy field. I passed through a meadow accented by a single sakura in the middle, whose leaves fluttered violently with the wind. Usually, it was calm and tranquil, a sign of good luck. But not today. No, today was very different.