The village that lay hidden to all
For all I cherish lay dead before my eyes
The Tohan behind this brutality
And escape I found from the brutal lord
He saved me
Yet grief struck tied in shock
Yet mourning is not afforded to me
Yet a state of gratitude overwhelms me
Our lives are now tied for I will serve to protect his life as he protected mine.
The more we walk the more I notice my senses growing accute hearing of the calls of songs in each house I hear
For all houses have their own songs
People carry their songs to yet thoughts I catch of them
I am one with Mino for he is my trusty stead
All things living and static have their own songs if you surrender to hearing to listening
I can split myself into many
Guises I carry with each extension of this split soul shift
A shape shifter some may say in this split self state.
For this state of self
another behind though when startled disappears like a mirage before your eyes.
Acing just spoken to the people I appear to in this state.
For this is the gift of the hidden
For shape shifting is but one of the many gifts my unknown father left in me
He was murdered deemed the assassin of death he was known.
Details I knew not as growing up.
Yet he shape shifted also.
So I stand here to fight against the brutality of Iida the Tohan
Who love killing for killings sake
All underestimate me and I am glad they do
for they know not the secrets and gifts I carry and this is the advantage I offer to the one who saved me at the hands of Iida
Love I hold
Yet these feeling upon seeing her
Took my breath and soul away
I knew not love till I met Kaede
It is her
For I am winded everytime my eyes lay on hers
Our souls link together
For when I am with her alive I feel.
When apart I long to hear her breath
Though my life is not my own to claim you as my bride for the remaining leaders of hidden lay claim on me for my master lays slain.
Yet how I long for this for my dead master I was to inherit his throne as an adopted son
But yet still the hidden lay claim on me.
My life will never be the same though I long for kaede and my heart aches for her and her alone
For I am TAKEO if the hidden KiKuta.
(Across the nightingale floor by Liam Herne is one of a trilogy series the books of the Otori it has always remained my favourite book so this is a small snapshot of the adventure this series of books fills me with every time I read it something else resonates further with me for is not life full of this wonder and marvel for we all possess gifts that lay dormant so what other secret gifts do we possess)
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