Travel below the Moon [T | Travel | O]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Travel below the Moon

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

She haven't seen the sunlight in years, so long she's not sure it ever existed to begin with. Maybe she only dreamt of the sunshine, the blue sky, the leafy trees, and the soft wind against her cheeks. At the gates she was surprised to see the brightest star tan the world with light. It blinded her and for a moment, she thought that maybe, just maybe the girl who possibly laughed and smiled never existed, either. It was simply too real. It's hard to tell anymore what's real and what's not, where her life began.

The female closed her eyes and pictured a different world. She could almost feel the warmth of the sun, taste the clean air, hear the lull of a river flowing. The place in her mind has to be real. She was there once, a long time ago. She had a mother and father. At least she thought she did. It's so hard to remember sometimes - a lost life, a different world. But there has to be more. She could feel it. The woman just wished she knew if the other world was better. She wished she could find the hope to believe a better life is out there, waiting for her to find it.

The muggy air outside the gate was thick, but her lungs have grown accustomed to the humidity, just like her mind has accepted the consistent quietness. She preferred the silence and loneliness to noise, anyway. Outside the gates, the world appeared alienated. A beautiful place with vast greenery, daisies which looked like snow in a distance. It was peaceful. The Kamyuja's walk was slow, unhurried. And it seemed the world was holding its breath for her, everything was still.

She had learned from a youthful age that planning, calculation, and perception could avoid most unpleasant things. So it resembled second nature when she ended up doing a brisk observation of whats around her. She didn't feel debilitated. She was calm. Also, as though feeling the circumstance, her field pack felt all of a sudden substantial. A walk that was not surged implies that she could prepare and travel, after all this was a disclosure from multiple points of view. Thus she, while she strolled, pulled the strap of her pack and lifted the cover uncovering the substance she was conveying, from books to weapons. Her free hand got a book and permitted the fold of her back pack to fall unreservedly again into the right spot, closed.

With her senses ever-so alert, multitasking was a woman's best ability. Her feet found a path and took it. Her nose was quickly stuck in a book. Somethings she knew, like Kinobori no Waza a.k.a Act of Tree Climbing and Suimen Hokou no Waza which translated Act of Water Surface Walking. Recollections rose to the surface yet as she turned the page, they vanished like a leaf taking after the winds current. First up on the list was D rank techniques, and promptly she laughed at a few methods. Spit Marking appeared as fowl as it sounded, her eyes proceeded to the following available strategy. Chakura Kyuin Jutsu maybe she thought before her eyes shifted and stilled on a jutsu which made her heart pound. PERFECT formed words in her brain however then kicked the bucket rapidly when Lightning release was read. She muttered 'typical' then moodily, turned the page...