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Kite’s Beginning…

The air was cold and thin. The ground covered in snow. The sky soot black except for the feeble lights coming from the cascading snowflakes trying to penetrate the seemingly endless darkness. There was a little girl kneeling in the snow next to four dead bodies. A seemingly endless pool of blood gushing from the bodies surrounded the little girl, whose face remained hidden under a the mask of twilight. There then came the sound of shouting as several pairs of feet running toward the girl. The air began to thin with a rush of spinning colors. There then came the sound of shouting as several pairs of feet running toward the girl. The air began to thin with a rush of spinning colors. There was a bright flash of light, the sounds of heavy thuds that resounded throughout the clearing as the screams grew louder. The sounds seemed to linger forever, unperturbed, until at last, to die away along with the rest of the world.
Several sounds suddenly shattered the deafening silence!
The sound of something heavy being dragged over snow and grass accompanied by the occasional grunt as the little girl dragged the bodies of her only family toward the hills to a place she once called home. She dragged the bodies into the courtyard, a place she and her brothers had spent so much time together, before entering the house. After some time after, she appeared , like a ghost in the night, carrying a large bag and a shovel. The girl the proceeded toward the back of the house carrying her family and load, past the garden and vegetable patch toward the forest, which lay ahead. She finally stopped under the Sakura tree and began to dig the graves. She placed every body delicatly into the graves, looking into each face, into their blood drenched eyes. Shedding a single tear for each one of her victims. After the task was completed she disappeared into the night, like a candel being snuffed out, leaving her family under the tree which grew ruby red in thel ight of the new red moon on that cold, tragic night.