Yeah this story is based upon real people that includes me, my parents, and some people that I know from my school. I own the made up characters, so. DON'T COPY! Some of my friends say that I should publish(sp) this story. But for now, here it is.
Chapter.1 A Fateful Beginning
There are so many mysterious things in this unknown world, that they are unknown to us! But sometimes, fate brings us to these unknown events. But we don’t know when fate will bring us to these unknown events, so they remain a mystery to us all. I can only remember the beginning of my fate.
It was summer vacation and I just won free tickets to a trip to Tokyo, Japan for the summer. My fate began here in Tokyo on the night that I encounter the woman that would change my life forever, when I set her free and that I would be with her for the rest of my life. A chain of fate has intertwine with our own lives!
It was ten o’clock in the morning and my mom and dad are already up and moving. Except for one person, me! When I first arrived to Tokyo, I was unfamiliar with the surroundings, in result I was nervous. So I concealed my nervous reaction with my plain old straight look. “Alex!?” called my mother, “were going cloths shopping, if you want to come you better get ready to go!” I called to my mother, “O.K.” I respond and went to get ready to go shopping.
We went an bought some Japanese cloths from a clothing shop. Mom bought a sweat shirt with a Sakura tree on it, Dad bought a regular sweat shirt and a regular t-shirt, and me I bought a kimono that had a yin and yang symbol on the front of the kimono, a pair of sandals, and a stripped polo shirt. After we finish buy things we then began to take a drive around Tokyo. Before we rented a place to stay, we needed transportation. So we rented a car so we can drive around Tokyo. While driving we began to take pictures of different sceneries all over Tokyo like historical monuments, buildings, and different type of gardens. When we were heading back to the motel, I notice an odd looking building. It was different from the other buildings because it was old and run down. It had a wooden picked fence and a tree that was blooming sakura flowers. “Oh let’s get a picture of that house!” my mother asked my father. “Alright,” he answered and he put the car in park and we all got out of the car, and walked over to the front gate of the old house.
The house looked kind of creepy looking when got a good look at it. But I had a really weird feeling, that something about that house just doesn’t seem right. “Alex could you stand in front of the gate please,” my mother called to me. I sighed and I did what she asked. So I stand in front of the gate of the house. “Alright, smile!” my mother called again. I didn’t want to smile, but I had to smile. So I smiled, but then something really bizarre happen as I waited for the camera to take my picture, I heard a voice. It was faint, but I good hear it quite well. It sounded like someone was calling out to me. “That’s weird,” I thought to myself, “is someone trying to call out to me?” As I waited for my picture to be taken I turn and I looked directly at the house. Then I heard it again! “Come to me my child,” called the voice, “I have been waiting for you!” I backed away from the gate, in total shock. “Who was that calling out to me?” I muttered, “it sounded like a woman was calling to me.” “Alex!” my mother called, “it’s time to go!” I took one more glance at the old house and then started heading towards the car. As I got settled in my set in the car, I had a really weird feeling that there is something strange is going on inside that old house, and I had the feeling that I was right.
That night at dinner I was completely silent an it was rather unusual for me to be this silent, because I was very concern about what happen today. “Alex,” my mother asked me, “your kind of quiet tonight, is something brothering you?” I looked up at my mother and I just smiled a little. “No, I’m find mom,” I answered. “Is something bothering you?” asked my father. I gave a long sigh. “Well,” I began, “there’s something strange about that house, the one we took a picture of this morning.” My father was courise(Sp) of what I was now saying. “What about it?” asked my father. “There’s something strange about it,” I answered, “I heard a voice, coming from that old house, and it was calling out to me!” My mother and father look at each other oddly and then my mother spoke up. “I think you were just hearing things, don’t worry it always happens,” my mother explain to me. I sighed with worried. “I hope your right,” I murmured as I ate my dinner.
My mother and father went to bed while I was still up until midnight. But I was still thinking about that house. “I know there is something weird, is going on at that house,” I muttered to myself, “and I need to find out what it is.” This would mean I had to sneak out, so I grab one of the card keys off the refrigerator and went out the door and closed it very silently with a loud clicking noise. “Good goodly I hate it when it does that!” I muttered to myself annoyingly, as I began to walk down the hallway. As I walk down the hallway I began to think about, what the voice meant, “I have been waiting for you.” But I had a feeling that I was going to fine out, soon.
It was dark and bright in Tokyo, because the city was so bright out that you could not see the stars. I was now walking alone outside in the dark, walking in the same direction of where the old house was I gave a thought of what maybe, waiting for me inside that old house. “Is someone wanting to see me?” I thought to myself as I continued walking silently down the sidewalk. “If so I need to know whats going on.” I continued on walking, but I had a bad feeling that once when I enter that old house, something bad will happen to me.
When I finally reach my destination. I was now standing underneath the street lamp now staring out at the old gloomy house. I looked more gloomier at night than in the day time. I looked at the gate of the house to see it was unlock, but unfortunately it was lock. I sighed unhappily that I wasn’t going to get anywhere’s if the gate was locked up. “Oh, man!” I exclaimed, “how am I suppose to get in now!” I hit my fist on the cold iron of bars with a grunt. “How am I suppose to know what is going in that house, if I can’t get in!” I sighed. I laid my head on the iron bars and closed my eyes. Then something weird happen! As I had my eye’s closed and I heard a loud clunk. I open my eyes to see that the lock on the gate was now open. “The lock,” I muttered in disbelief, “it. . . It unlock itself!” I lifted my head off of the gate and I was able to get in the yard. “Well,” I began, “no time like the present.” I open the iron gate and enter the yard. Shutting the gate with a clink.
The yard must have looked really beautiful when I first step into the yard. I could just imagine it very clearly. The sakura trees were blossoming, the koi garden was really beautiful, and the house was like a manor. But it was nothing like what I had imagine it to be. The sakura tree had already loss all its pellets, the koi garden was deserted, and the house was really run down and old. “This must have been a glorious place,” I comminuted, “but not anymore” I then continued on walking. I walked pass the koi garden and up on the wooden steps of the old house. I was now standing in front of the front door of the house. I was really nervous as if the house were to swallow me up and I would never see day light ever again. “Well here goes,” I muttered and I place my hand on the door handle and open it with a squeak. I then entered the house and took one more glance outside as if I was leaving this world for good. I then step inside and I enter into the foyer. The foyer was pretty dark and I couldn’t see anything. “Man it so dark in here,” I muttered to myself. I pulled out a flash light and turn it on. “That’s better,” I muttered. Then I heard a slam and after that it was a click as if something locked itself. I shine my light at the door. It was closed and not only that, it was locked. “It must had been the wind,” I muttered. Then I heard another sound. I sounded like someone was singing and it was so beautiful and so gentle as if it was soothing my soul. “Who’s that singing?” I muttered. I then began to follow the singing and I was enveloped into the darkness of the house.
I continued following the singing that was leading me down a hallway and then into another hallway. “Is somebody inside this house instead of me?” I thought to myself as I continued on following the singing. After a while I came to the place where I have been hearing the singing from. “I guess this is the room where I’m hearing that song from,” I muttered under my breath, “well only one way to find out.” I then grab the handle of the door and slide the door sideways and then called out. “Hello!” I called, “is somebody in here!?” But the sing had already stop when I open the door and to my disbelief there was no one here. “No one here,” I muttered. I then walked into the room and scan the place with my flash light. There were some dusty old cabinets unlighted candles, and some shelves full of scrolls. But the one thing that I soon notice when I shine my flash light at the center of a wall, was a painting. It was a painting of a woman. But it wasn’t just any ordinary woman. She looked so beautiful, with a gentle smile, and she would looked more like a goddesses. She wore a gowned kimono that had pictures of Karnes, a yellow bow sash that was around her waist, and a long silky black hair that stretch down towards the bottom which it was tie up in a ribbon. “Whoa,” I muttered. I walked up to the painting and examine it. “This painting,” I began, “I . . .it’s beautiful!” I then lift my hand and placed it on the portrait as if I was reaching out to the woman. But when my hand made contact with the painting, the painting felt warm as if it was alive! I pulled my hand away from the painting. “This painting,” I began, “its warm! But it feels like it is alive. But why?” I than began to leave the room, but when I got to the doorway, the door slid shut and locked itself. “what the!” I exclaimed, “what’s going on!? Open up!” I pounded on the door over and over to get it open but it was no use, it won’t budge and inch. “Help!” I called but there was no one around to help me. I slump to the floor in defeat and sat on the floor and lean my back up on the wall and dropped my head. “I guess,” I began, “I’m not going to get out of here.” I closed my eyes and sat in the still darkness of the house.
As I sat in the darkness, I stared out at the painting of the woman. “It’s no use,” I muttered with a sigh, “I’m never going to get out of here.” I then lied down on the cold dusty floor of the old house and closed my eyes in despair. Then I heard a voice, but a calm, gentle, and beautiful voice. “I have been waiting for you,” called a female voice. My eyes shot open and I sat up and looked all around. “Who said that?” I muttered. “I have been waiting for you, my child,” called the voice again. I got up on my two feet and I called to the voice. “Is somebody here!?” I called out to the voice. “I have been waiting for you,” repeated the voice. “Where are you?” I called again, “answer me!” Then I notice something glowing in the darkness from the corner of my eye. “Where’s that glowing coming from?” I muttered as I turn to the direction of where the glowing was coming from. When I was facing in the direction of the glow I was in awe. The painting of the woman was glowing. I then began to walk up to the portrait and stared into the woman in the paintings eyes. “Why is this glowing?” I muttered. I lifted my hand up and placed my hand on the painting. But when my hand made contact with the portrait, I wasn’t feeling a smooth surface. But a watery surface, as my figures made ripples on the portrait. I pulled my hand away in fear. “What is this?” I quiver in fear, “what is this painting?” Then when the ripples settled down, the woman in the painting spoke. “I have been waiting for you, my child,” the woman in the painting spoke.
I backed away in fright but I tripped and landed on my bottom on the cold dusty floor. “D . . . Did that painting just talk!?” I exclaim. The woman in the painting chuckled. “Do not be afraid,” she spoke in a calm sage like tone, “I won’t hurt you.” I gulped in fear still in total shock. “Who are you?” I asked, “and what are you?” She chuckled and then smiled sweetly to me. “It’s Yulien,” answer Yulien, “Yulien Yung, and I’m a human not a painting.” I sighed in relief, but there was still a lot questions that I want to ask her. “So what is your name?” she asked. “It’s Alex,” I answered her. She smiled, “Alex, that’s a handsome name for you,” she commented, “but that is your short name, instead of your real name.” I backed away a little. “H . . . How did you know?” She chuckled, “When you first came inside of my house, I study your nature.” I calm down a bit and sat up. “So you’ve been watching me?” She nodded at my response. “I know all about you Alex,” she explain. “So,” I began, “what did you mean, when you were waiting for me? What did you mean by that?” She smiled at my question. “The reason that I meant that, is I want you to free me,” she explain. I was courses of what she meant by freeing her. “What do you mean by that?” I inquired her. “A dark force wanted rid of my exists from this world, so that I couldn’t continue my priestess hood, as if I was getting in their way,” she explain to me, “but the seal can only be broken if a mortal and I can combine our spiritual energy, and brake the seal on the portrait.” But I was still confused of why she was calling out to me. “But, why me?” I asked her. She raised her head up with a smile. “I couldn’t make contact with anyone from this seal that my voice wasn’t carried out to the outside,” she explain. “So that’s why I was the only one who heard you calling out,” I spoke. She nodded at my response. “So,” she began, “are you ready?” There was a long silent throughout the room. But then I broke the silent. “Yes,” I answer. She smiled at me. “Alright, let’s begin,” she commanded.
It felt kind of awkward as I did the things that Yulien instructed me to do. She had me rummaging through the cabinets to look for things that I need to break the seal that Yulien was imprison in. She told me that I would need a piece of chalk to draw a magic circle for the unsealing ritual. By then I was finish with the preparations. “Is this good, Yulien?” I asked her about the circle. “It’s perfect,” Yulien commented, “now place your hands on the portrait.” I lifted my hands and place my hands on the warm surface of the painting, then Yulien placed her hands with mine. When her hands made contact with mine it felt like some electrical current is flowing through my very vanes having the same feeling like Ben Franklin when he let a kit with a key flying around in a thunder storm being struck by lightening. “Now close you eye’s, and let your spirit flow freely,” she instructed me. So I did, I close my eyes and let my soul flow freely throughout my body. “Are you ready Alex,” she asked. I was a bit uneasy an a little bit nervous, but I was ready. “Yes,” I answered, “I’m ready.” Then when I had my eyes closed I notice through my eye lids that the whole room was glowing all around me. I then heard Yulien chanting the spell that would break the seal on the portrait. She continued chanting and chanting as if I was hear a course going on in my head. But when Yulien finish the last verse of the chanting, the seal was broken.
There was a blind of light and I had to cover my eye’s to not go blind. But I caught a glimpse of something. “What the!” I exclaim as I shield my eyes, “what’s going on!” The I notice Yulien she glide out of the painting as if it was nothing. Then I felt something burning into my flesh around my rist. I groan in pain as to whatever was burning into my flesh. Then the light had gone down and it was pitch black again. I open my eyes to see what had happen. As I open my eyes I notice something in the darkness standing on its two feet. “Who’s there?” I quiver in fright. The figure didn’t answer, and I was in total shock. “Answer me!” I exclaim. But there was no answer. Then it started to walk towards me. “Stay back!” I yelled at it, but it kept on walking. I backed away and in up into a wall. But it then it step into the moon light to reveal a woman in a gowned kimono with cranes scatter about on the gown with red of its color, a big yellow bow tie around her waist, and her long black silky hair stretch to her bottom tie up in a ribbon . The woman looked exactly like Yulien! The woman stop and her eyes stared into mine. “I . . . is that you, Yulien?” I asked the woman. The woman smiled sweetly to me and nodded at my response. “Yes,” she answer, “in the flesh.” I sighed in relief that it was Yulien. “Thank you for freeing me, Alex,” Yulien thank me. I blushed because she looked so beautiful looking, that she looked like a princess. “Well, I should be going then,” I replied, seeya, Yulien.” But when I was about to reach the door, Yulien grab me by the rist. I turn to her and she looked a bit serious. “Uh, Yulien?” I asked. She was staring straight into my eyes and I was staring at her own eyes. “there is something that you should know before we leave,” she explained. I pulled my hand away from her. “What do you mean we?” I asked. Then she lifted a figure and it was pointing at my left hand. “Pull down your sleeve,” she commanded me. I looked at her very confused. “What for?” I asked a bit suspicious. “You’ll see,” she answered. So I rolled down my sleeve and to my dismay of what I found on my arm. There on my rist was a tattoo marking with Japanese symbol link with chains crossing all over my arm. I was now quivering in fear. “Whe . . . Where did this tattoo come from?” I quiver. Then I notice Yulien pulling down her Kimono to reveal the same tattoo around her rist too. I backed away from her in fright. “Yo . . . You got the same tattoo,” I quiver, “what is going on!” Then she walked towards me with a very serious look on her face. “The tattoo on our rist is a, curse mark,” she explain to me. I gasp in fright. “But I can’t be curse,” I replied. I tried to not believe what I was hearing but Yulien was indeed right, we are curse. “You can believe all you want, Alex,” she explained, “but the evil force that had sealed me into the painting, also place a curse on the portrait. You don’t have to believe me, but it is the truth.” I then slump to my knees in total shock and I grip my pant legs and looked up at her. “Can you brake this curse?” I begged. She then stared down at me, and shoke her head in response. “Sorry, but I can not break this curse,” she explain. I sighed in despair, and sat in the darkness staring into space at thought of the curse mark on my rist.
It was getting close of being morning, and I had to hurry home before my parents would wonder where I had run off to in the middle of the night and then later kill me for doing it. But instead of walking alone by myself back to the hotel. Yulien followed me, as if she was a stray cat following its owner everywhere it goes. She was astonish to see that her own home town has change when she was imprison inside the painting. “It has been five hundred years since I was cooped up in that painting,” Yulien replied. I was astonish when she said that she had been trap inside the painting for five hundred years. “Wait! That’s the time period of the Feudal Era Time!” I exclaim, “so you came from the Feudal era period? Man your ancient!” Then she hits me slightly on the back of my head. “I’m not that old, my age is still the same but I am old, but still young to be like your mother.” I rubbed at the place she hit me at. “O.K., but I still don’t understand why you have to be with me,” I spoke. “I told you before, when we were back at my house,” she explain. But I already know, it was because of the curse mark. “But remember,” she explain. I turn to her. “It was fate that brought us to each other, and that this is the beginning of our fate, and there will be many more trials that will be thrown at us, so be prepared,” she finish. I nodded at her response. I was indeed ready for whatever fate will throw at us, and walked down to the hotel, and from that day on my life would never be the same again.
Yeah it was a long one. But I hope you all enjoyed Chapter.1 stay tune for Chapter.2 The Demon That Devours Shadows.