My eyes feel so heavy, and there is this huge weight on my back crushing my chest. I can still remember that persons voice in my head, "Kotari, no, don't take her! She is my sister, give her back to me!" Why did he call me sister? Only if I can remember a face, then I would be able to figure out who this person is.
"Kotari, come down here little girl!!" my mother says, "There is a boy here to see you! A very handsome one in fact!"
"Okay mother! I will be down in a second!" I answer. I have to get dressed first. I go to my closet and open the doors. The doors squeak, greeting me to all of my dresses. I pull out a small white dress and a bra. Hopefully it still fits me... I put the dress and bra on and grab some underwear and put that on too. I grab a small scrunch that's stained. I stare at the stain and flash pictures of a boy with long black hair shows up in my mind. I shake off the feeling that I have seen him before. I walk down the stairs to my mother's side, and look up at the young man.
"Y-You're the boy I saw in my visions!!"
He looks at me oddly, questioning my outburst.
"I'm sorry I don't believe that I know what you mean..."
"Different person same face?" my mother asks me.
"Yes, I suppose. Anyway, what brings you to my house today, Sir?"
The young man steps into the door, and takes my mother's hand.
"I am from the Thirty-second division in Battle Front."
Battle Front? My father works there! HE said that the people in battle front are all teens probably in their 16 or 17s.
"Is my husband all right?" My mother asks him in a worried tone.
"Yes he is alright ma'am..." he pauses, "he is asking for your daughter to come into the military and enhance her "special" ability."
"What special ability?" I ask.
"Kotari... go get your things... you are going with this young man to the organization. You are to listen to everything this young man and your father tells you."
"But mother I"I star to say.
"No buts Kotari! Now go get your things." My mother says to me in a stern tone.
"Yes, mother..." I say sadly while trudging my feet up the stairs.
I walk into my room and grab my suitcase from the top left corner of my closet. It's a small bulk suitcase, with small silk black ribbons tied to the side that have been worn out from sitting in a dusty closet for four years. I put the suitcase on my bed and take out two or three dresses of various designs, a few sets of bras and under wear, a small silver dagger with a tiger pendant dangling from its hilt, and my small teddy bear from my bed. I put all of my things into the suitcase including my jewelry, and other necessity's a young woman would need. I walk over to my dresser and grab a small picture frame from the right corner.
"Why would you want me to leave and go to the organization with dad mother," I whisper, "you said that you were protecting me from ever going there.
"Kotari, come down here, or you will be late for the ron-devu with your father at the gates!" my mother yells.
I quickly pack my things and run downstairs. "I'm sorry I am so slow mother," I say quickly.
"You shall be leaving now..," my mother says sadly, "keep this with you at all times. It is a gift and a memory holder for you to remember your dear mother." She hands me something wrapped in a velvet fabric.
I take it in my hands and hug her lovingly, "thank you mother, I will never forget you, ever. I love you mother."
"I love you too dear."
"I love you most..." I say lastly before sending an air kiss goodbye from the doo, and taking the young man's hand. My mother's face covered in salt streaks as she cries' in the doorway, smiling and waving goodbye.
Holding my face in my hands, I myself cry tears of departure.