Title*: Legend
Author*: Impala
Fandom*: Stephen King "The Dark Tower"
Characters/Pairing*: Roland, Stephen Deschain, NZHP, etc.
Genre: Action, Drama, Fantasy
Warning: Mary Sue, Violence, Chancelash
Rating: R
Size*: Midi
Status*: In progress
Disclaimer: Rights belong to Stephen King
Placement*: With header and link
Description: A little less than a shooter, a little more than just a boy. He considered himself now precisely the golden mean. How else would he feel? He is still just a child. But now before him is the torn body of the teacher. And after a while he will lie on the bed of a prostitute.
No. Now he does not consider himself the middle. Now he is rightfully a shooter. But why? Is Marten or his mother to blame? Could it be his father's fault? What no one in the Dark Tower learns, you can learn in my Legend.
Fanfiction text:
Chapter 6. HunterThe morning was cool because of the night's rain, but, as happens at the end of summer, the sun gradually returned the weather to its usual temperature. It was cooler in the forest than in the city, but Mary was beginning to regret agreeing to go hunting with her father. But there were reasons for this, and quite weighty ones.
Stephen Deschain was in great spirits and they seemed to get along very well with Mary's father, Aragon. In addition to the heads of the two families, there were also other hunters: the Hamilton brothers, the young Hanrikson spouses, who often go hunting together, and a good friend of the Diskeyns, Ribery Balazar, with two sons.
Mary was uncomfortable with so many people, but she firmly believed that it was worth it. She consoled herself every time she became uncomfortable in her surroundings with the fact that she had some benefit in this campaign. But the last of her strength dried up during a conversation with Marty Henrickson's wife, Emilia.
- I was told that you like to go hunting with your father? Emilia said in a high, sugary voice as she drew level with Mary's horse.
- You, I see, also do not refuse?
- Oh yes, it's my great passion to watch my husband hunt, - Her words sounded so feigned that Mary almost threw up, - I heard that you're new in town? And your father is already taking care of your future.
- What do you have in mind? -
- That you should look closely at the heir of the Balazars, the eldest son of Ribery - Richard, - She giggled sweetly and, gaining speed, bounced off Mary, leaving her completely bewildered.
The hunt was successful. The men began to skin their prey, someone else shot at the birds, and Mary and the lovely Emilia Henrickson laid out a fire.
It was already evening, the hunters were sitting around the fire, reaping the fruits of their labors, and telling each other their stories. Mary managed to sit next to Richard Balazar, who constantly tried to tell her something about himself, but she pretended that she was interested in listening to what other men had to say.
But when it was Stephen Deschain's turn, Mary immediately stopped hearing everything that was going on around her. She focused her attention on the gunslinger's account of his youth, an incident that happened to him when he was learning his trade.
Her father was not a shooter. But he was one of the most educated people in the kingdom of Delain. Perhaps that is why Aragon the Archangel believed that if not he, then his daughter should be trained in military affairs. Especially at a time when the world has begun to move, she must be able to stand up for herself and her family.
But Mary the Archangel now did not think of anything else, how to catch the eye of the person leading the story. He was incredibly attracted to her. It was the first time she saw the shooter in front of her, which aroused in her crazy interest. An interest that cannot be described in words.
And now, at dusk, by the firelight and the smell of hot meat, Stephen Deschain became a man who caught the deep gaze of a fair-haired young girl, who seemed to him at first thoughtful, then tenacious and hungry. Now he, the shooter, began to feel like a real victim of sharp and accurate green eyes piercing like arrows.
Title: "Old Legend"
Author: Sabishi (Ayame Suzume)
Beta - no.
Email - [email protected]
Genres:Darkfic, Fantasy, AU, drama
Characters, couples: Sai \ unknown girl,
Rating: G, RG, maybe RG-13
warnings: many die.
Disclaimer: Anime characters belong to stoned uncle Masai Kishimoto. Grass and glitches are personally mine. The plot and the heroine too.
Contents: Naruto once again tries to catch Sasuke and return him to his native village, finally he finds him. The battle is in full swing, but suddenly something is happening...
Status: completed.
from the author: hints, for easy reading.
Sannin - literally translated as a trio. Great shinobi (ninja) "Snake Sannin", aka Orochimaru (white snake) is a purely negative hero. Tsunade - "Slug Princess" is a great ninja medic. also the 5th kage of the village (like the 5th president) jiraiya - "toad hermit"
Kyuubi is the nine-tailed fox demon. sealed in blond naruto. When Naruto dies, he dies as well. trying hard to survive. Sasuke - a traitor, went to Orochimaru in search of strength.
Sai - Sasuke's replacement in the "number 7" team old line-up "naruto, sakura, sasuke" new line-up "Naruto, sai, Sakura" Absolutely devoid of emotions. silent. all other extras
There is an old legend. It is so old that no one remembers who first told it. And so ancient that almost everyone has already forgotten about it. Its meaning is sad and mysterious. Many do not believe, but there are those people who believe and are looking for this girl. Which, unfortunately for the whole world, was born just 16 years ago. And the legend itself sounds like this: “When the human race has exhausted its limit of evil and pain, a virgin will be born into the world, with God's providence. She will take on all the pain and dirt of this world. It will take all the many sins of mankind. And she will die at a young age. When the virgin is no longer a virgin, but not yet a wife. She will be sixteen years old. And on the fortieth day of her death, the world will be reborn again. And the world will be virgin, like a young maiden. And be as clean as a baby's skin. And it will be empty like a desert in the heat. And there will be only two people on earth. And they are destined to revive this world. May it be so. Amen"
SASKE! - the guy in orange overalls shouted angrily, - I found you. SASKE!
A guy named Sasuke stood in front of the kyuubi carrier. His face did not display contempt and indifference. They stood and looked at each other. The ruins of the room added to the picture of tragedy. From one of the corridors, two more people ran into the “room”. A young kunoichi with pink hair and an older man with precocious gray hair and a mask covering most of his face. From the outside it was possible to understand that he was the commander of the detachment. Another person appeared from another corridor. With black, tarry hair, and pale skin. The younger Uchiha gave him a nondescript, inquisitive look.
- and this is my replacement? Hmm... I don't think he's worthy. - immediately flew through his mind
"Sasuke-kun…" Tsunade's student said softly and plaintively. In an instant, Sasuke was next to Naruto. His katana was already at the blond's throat.
- I didn't kill you then, only on a whim. But now, I will do it….
Darkness. Eternal darkness. How tired of it already. The last two years have been total darkness. And only sometimes these butterflies come. A flock of butterflies flew around the girl. They seemed to be made of light. Flickering and shimmering, they fluttered around and pleased the girl's eyes. Now they have appeared too. But soon they will die.
"Why is it so hard to breathe?" flashed through the girl’s head “Why does it hurt so much. Does it hurt somewhere in your chest? This was not the case before. Can't I open my eyes again? another attempt, in vain. One butterfly sat down on the hand of a young girl, and immediately died. The girl swallowed it. The hand shone for a moment with a kind and pure, dazzling white light. It was very painful and sickening in my soul, because of the understanding that the butterfly had finished its short but bright life because of her. Tears rolled down from my eyes. But in some unknown way, the salty drops turned into unusually thick streams of blood pouring down the face and chin. And she couldn't stop them. The pain got stronger and stronger. In an instant, her scream lit up the whole darkness. Butterflies were gone. In the background, something clanged noisily, and she felt herself fall. Something hurt my hands. The whole body gave away pain and cold already forgotten for so much time spent in darkness. Many times, there in the darkness, the girl tried to open her eyes, instinctively, she tried to open them again. And, thank the gods! She sees. But what she sees terrifies her. She lies completely naked in the middle of the ruins of an unknown room, very similar to a laboratory. There are many piles around that vaguely resemble the human body. And she herself, among the fragments of a huge flask. Nearby are the same flasks and chimeras are placed in them. A mixture of man and beast. Terrifying pictures, saturated with pain and horror. Many are already dead, some are still showing signs of life, but they are all doomed, doomed to a terrible martyrdom of guinea pigs who have used up their life limit ... This is all that she managed to see and that was enough to remember what the world is. At that very moment, she was in such pain that she screamed at the top of her lungs. It seemed to her that she felt the pain of all those killed, maimed, and struggling at this moment. The body was cramped in convulsions, the bones cracked, the joints twisted, the throat was filled with blood. Somewhere in my chest my heart stopped beating, and in its place a huge hole gaped, from which hellish pain flowed in waves. It was very hard on my heart. As if she was holding a skyscraper on her shoulders, and someone, mockingly, treacherously cut her hands with a knife and hammered bamboo chips under her nails, and, in addition, slapped her heels with all the dope. From the eyes involuntarily splashed a new stream of tears. Which, as usual, turned out to be blood. She felt very bad. She sincerely cried for the whole world, mired in rivers, but what is there, Seas of blood. She let out another heart-rending cry, from which everything in the area of 30 meters collapsed. A man with snake eyes and black long hair, girded with a rope, climbed out from under the rubble of the laboratory. Behind him weakly fluttered the boy-medic, the eternal companion and servant of the snake sannin. He quickly rushed to the girl. And in an instant he had her in his arms. The girl, in search of warmth and care, buried herself in the sannin's shoulder. Rather, the shoulder turned red. The girl accidentally touched the place where the white snake had a heart. And she saw. I saw all the crimes committed by him. All the killings, and the crippled people. She felt the pain of these people, and the pain of his soul. His true, kind soul. The girl screamed again, and now she tried with all her might to escape from the embrace of this strong man. She instinctively tried to avoid the pain. The girl didn't stop screaming. The man who carried it was holding on with all his might. Wounds and ulcers opened on his body. He felt her pain too. He struggled to get out of these ruins. Sasuke appeared not far from the corridor. He looked at the girl and then at his sensei. The girl screamed again. And Sasuke was engulfed in a wave. His skin darkened. The body was dried up and covered with wrinkles. His hair sat, his eyes turned white, and now he was already crumbling. Three more people followed him. Sai, Sakura and Naruto. Everyone looked at this situation in surprise, not understanding what all the same should be done. Another batch of screaming. Sakura instantly aged, and now, with the last of her strength, she kept on her knees. Naruto was in even worse condition. He opened all his past wounds. Hair purchased gray shade. Wrinkles appeared on the face. He lay on the floor, weakly clutching at life. The dark demon inside him was trying to heal all the wounds and keep the fragile vitality of the dying Naruto alive. The maiden screamed with all her might. A huge wave covered the earth. Blood oozed from the body. All buildings are gone. She lay and writhed in pain on the ground. And there was another person nearby. Sai. He hasn't changed. He still stood and looked at the girl with incomprehension. Her last cry and everything plunged into darkness.
I don't know how much time passed, but Sai felt like an eternity. The eternity of hovering in the dark depressing him. When he nevertheless managed to escape from the tenacious clutches of darkness, he seemed to have fallen from heaven. The feeling of flying did not leave him for about 15 minutes. And here is a soft landing. Beneath him, he is surprised to feel the grass. Opening his eyes, he sees with surprise that he is in a beautiful garden, there are many trees, herbs in it: Cherries, pears., Plums, A lot of grapes and all the rest of the space is occupied by flowers. A pleasant, fragrant smell is around. And he notices a small bed among the tabernacles. On the bed lies the same maiden. She is wearing a light white dress. Long, black hair is spread around. It was only now that Sai noticed that he wasn't in his clothes either. He is wearing white pants and a white shirt. The clothes fit snugly against the skin. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to approach the girl.
Approaching closer, he noticed with amazement that this was the same girl. She slept. Anxiously frowning little face and something quietly bubbling. Some unknown force made him reach out to her. Suddenly she woke up, ... Looking at Sai in bewilderment, she asked "who are you?" he was about to answer, but everything seemed to have flown out of his head. All his past, all his memory, he remembered only that his name was Sai, and that he was madly in love with this girl. "My name is Sai." She nodded in understanding. "No more pain?" she asked in a childishly naive and stupid way, as if he knew the answer, but the answer instantly popped up in his head and he confidently said, “No more. Now everything will be fine…”
Preface.
I wrote my work based on one Japanese legend "Wife-Willow", which you can also read
This is my first fanfiction, so if there are any mistakes, please write in the comments. I also want to say that the story will be conducted on behalf of one old man who tells the story to his grandchildren.
Happy reading!
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The screams of children could be heard throughout the room. They laughed happily and did not want to get ready for bed. Grandfather came into their room, deciding to tell a story.
Sit comfortably, children, today I will tell you a sad story about a young man and a young girl. This story tells us about the fate of man, but everything is in order. As the saying goes, "everything has its time"...
When the children still calmed down, grandfather sat down on a chair that stood near their bed and began his story.
On the outskirts of the village stood a lone willow. A mighty tree lowered its branches down to the ground, from which, sitting under a willow, one could escape from the heat or even from the rain. She has been there for as long as I can remember. There were a lot of interesting things around this willow, all my childhood, youth, and soon old age passed near it.
I remember once, while walking under the night sky, I stumbled upon one person. It was a man, 12 years older than me, tall, with a broad back and a lonely look. He sat on the roots of that same willow and thoughtfully looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.
The sky became darker, the clouds thickened, and this man still sat and watched the water, as it was carried by the wind, to the ebb and flow of the waves, as the birds merrily bathe in the rays of the fading sun. And I saw him more than once. In my opinion, if I remember correctly, he came every other day, apparently he worked, so he could not come every day. But once I was overcome by curiosity: who is this unknown person waiting for? Why does he come here every day, and even alone? One clear night, when there was not a single cloud in the sky, I decided to go up to him and ask:
Hello, can I ask you one indiscreet question?
He, not paying any attention to me, continued to look into the distance. The silence did not last long, but he said to me:
Beautiful moon today, isn't it?
I turned around to look at the sky. Indeed, when there are no clouds, you can see all the beauty of the sky! The dark sky, strewn with hundreds, no, thousands of stars and one bright moon reflected in my eyes ... For a minute I even got lost, I really did not want to take my eyes off this beauty.
“But you can’t just be silent like that, you have to say something,” I thought, “Yes, indeed, a very beautiful sky! But still, what makes you come here again and again?
You don’t understand,” he replied, “I’m not waiting for anyone, and there’s already no one to wait for,” the man bowed his head, scratched his head and called me to sit next to him, “Well, if you haven’t left yet, then you’re interested, then I I'll tell you, listen.
I almost don't remember everything that lonely man said to me. He told me about his life, that he used to have a girl of unearthly beauty, but their happiness did not last long. The bandits who pursued him for a large monetary debt killed his beloved just near this willow. Now, 10 years later, he cannot forget the consequences of that terrible day in which he lost everything he had. Even material loss cannot replace the pain of losing someone close to you. The next day this man did not come, the next day - too. I don’t know why, but he stopped coming to this willow, so I never saw him again ...
3 years later, nothing has changed. The willow was still standing, dangling its branches, but that man still did not appear, and I had already forgotten him by that time.
Grandpa, what happened then? my granddaughter asked me.
Listen carefully, my dears, everything has its time...
The children looked at me with interest and listened to what I told them.
After all, a little more time passed. The next year, a woman began to come to the willow, about my age, at that time. Oh what a beautiful lady! Her skin is white, with a slight blush on her cheeks, and her hair is long and blond. She herself was not tall, and it was clear that she had a fiancé. Isn't she just waiting for someone? Although I was visited by a feeling of deja vu, I did not attach much importance to this and went to my home. Then I just lived near the willow, so that, looking out of my window, I could see its swaying branches. It was strange to feel what is called deja vu. What happened again the next day. I, as usual, went to my house. The weather was windy, and it was already evening outside. Passing near the willow, I again noticed that woman who came to the willow and sat on its roots, just like that man. No wonder she interested me, and one fine evening I decided to go up to a stranger and ask.
Noble lady, I see how you are waiting for someone here, but I will not disturb you and go home.
He won't come," she said with a smile.
Maybe he doesn't love you anymore? Oh, how terrible the mockery of love, leaving behind only ashes and grave darkness! - from fear and embarrassment, I began to say everything that came to my mind.
He didn't stop loving me, sir.
And yet, he did not come! How strange it is, no matter how long you sit here, he still does not appear.
He came. His heart is always here, at the roots of this willow, - with these words, the woman smiled radiantly and disappeared.
At first it didn’t seem strange to me, but after that ... This girl continued to come to the old willow, and I, deciding to keep her company, sat down next to me all the time. Together we met the sunset and the first stars, looked at the clear moon and had a nice conversation. Her shyness gradually faded away, giving me a chance to learn more about the beautiful stranger. And, on one of those beautiful nights, I said:
Honey, will you be my wife? You seem to have emerged from this very willow, you are so similar to it!
I agree, - the woman replied, - Call me Hego, but, for the sake of our love, do not ask me about anything. I have neither father nor mother... Someday you will understand everything.
Higo and I got married, and after a while we had a child, whom we named Chiyodo. Although we lived in poverty, we were the most happy couple throughout Japan. Day after day passed, we all lived a happy life, but, as you know, the world does not stand still. Our village was developing, and wood was needed to build one bridge. The builders told us that they wanted to cut down our willow, which we categorically refused.
Why did you suddenly need our willow? - I asked in a serious tone, - Do you have enough other trees from the neighboring forest?
No you! So be it, we'll think about it.
Even though they said so, I still didn’t know what they were really up to… I only knew that the emperor decided to build a temple dedicated to the goddess Kannon in Kyoto, so he sent messengers everywhere in search of wood. The villagers said that they should also contribute to the construction of the sacred temple by cutting down the old willow. But since they were gone, the willow would remain safe and sound. However, everyone knew very well that the wood of the willow could not be compared with any tree in that forest, and in the next one too. So ... No matter how much you convince, it was all in vain.
I stopped my story for a moment and lowered my head.
Grandpa, are you all right? - the girl was about to get up, but I stopped her.
Everything is fine with me, granddaughter, sit down, I will continue.
The girl obediently lay down on her bed, and she and her brother continued to listen to my story.
As I said, it was all in vain. Every time I remember that night, my heart and soul begin to tear into small pieces. That same evening I told my wife this news:
Oh, my wife, they are going to cut down our beloved willow! Before we got married, I couldn't even think of it, but now I have you! And I hope that one day I can come to terms with this terrible loss.
Who knew that this very night I would be awakened by a terrible scream.
Heitaro! - Shouted his wife - It's so dark here! From all sides I hear some kind of whisper... Are you here, Heitaro? Can you hear me? They'll cut down the willow! See how her shadow trembles in the moonlight! Know that I am the soul of this tree! The villagers will kill me, cut me to pieces! How it hurts, Heitaro... How it hurts! Put your hands here, it will be easier for me.
My wife, my willow! - looking at her condition, I could no longer hold back my tears.
My husband,” Higo whispered softly, pressing her wet pale cheek against my face, “I am dying. A love like ours cannot be cut down with an ax, no matter how hard the blow is. I'll be waiting for you and Chiyodo... My hair is blowing in the wind! My body is shattered...
Outside there was a deafening crack. I immediately ran to the window. The old willow was already lying on the ground with disheveled branches. When I looked around for the one I loved more than anything in the world, she was not there. My willow wife has disappeared...
Thinking back now, I still can't believe everything that happened... How could she have disappeared? My eyes had already begun to water, I decided to wipe them with my sleeve so that my grandchildren would not see my tears ... After my story, Chiyodo put the children to bed, and I, having decided to take a walk, reached the place where it all began. Yes, there is no longer that willow that grew here ... But, near the old dry stump, I could see a small sprout. Perhaps in the future, she will again be able to smile at someone the same way she smiled at me.
Thank you, Hego, for everything you have given me! And I'm sorry I couldn't save you...
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Thank you all for reading, I hope it didn't come out too bad :sweat_smile: I tried my best^^
