The First Year

The woman had travel rather far from her village by horse. She was deep in the woods, carrying a small child with her. The child was male, looking about one year old and he was very unusual. He wore a long, white kimono and obi; since the color white was a symbol of death, it was as if he had died. He had unusual, rather long, dark golden hair and dark eyes. But what was truly unusual about him was that he had two horns on each side of his head, pointing upwards with a bit of spiral creases in them, though, the horns were very small.

She got off her horse and placed the child on the ground. She kneeled down and hugged the child close to her as she could and gave him multiple kisses on his head and cheek. His hair had always been a sign…but why must he grow grown horns? She pulled away from her child and fought back tears.

The boy stared at her rather confused, wondering why she was crying. His mother stood up and quickly got onto the horse. The child became more confused about his mother's actions. The mother looked back only once before she ordered the horse to gallop away.

The child began crying and tried to chase after the horse, crying out for his mother. "Mama! Mama!" He wondered where she was going. His little toddler legs couldn't keep up and he eventually fell down forward, making him wail even louder.

She began to clutch the cloth that covered her chest and heart as tears began to roll down her eyes, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry!"

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A/N: I do not own the creation of the vocaloids. Song created by Toya (I think?). Len by Krypton (right?). This story is of my own though, so back away, lawyers! Psh...like mosquitoes!

Weird Girl: (screams as I rise up) I'M ALIVE!

Bob: (facepalm) Always killing the mood at the end...!

WG: Hello, everyone! Sorry that I haven't done much on this account. I've been working on many things like my original story(s) on FictionPress . com (Same User name).

Bob: So, feudal Japan?

WG: ... : D Sure, let's go with that!

Bob: (facepalm)

WG: Trolls of the land of Flames will be forced to eat burnt broccoli! Silent readers will be left behind! Reviewers will be getting a hug from Bob!

Bob: ...I'm not hugging strangers!

WG: : D A hug with a review, guarantee or else you can fire paint-balls at Bob!

Bob: ...What?