Her senses went on alert the moment she awoke, keen eyes scanning and noting the state of the room she was in. She noticed it was a different room and seemed to be located in an isolated area. Pairs of eyes could be felt watching her every move, but she couldn’t sense any dangerous intentions from them, and since Sora was by her side and not attacking them, she assumed they meant no harm but still, she couldn’t help being on her guard. She absolutely disliked being watched, especially when she was in a vulnerable state.
Testing the pain level of her wounds, she found it was less than before.
‘How long have I been unconscious?’ She wondered.
Slowly, she recalled the dark scenes she saw during the period of her unconsciousness. The young teen knew better than to ignore this dream and could only acknowledge the high possibility of a nearing storm.
'The two people were familiar, but I can’t get a grip on their identities and that man with the dark aura… I have a feeling I felt that aura before.' She pondered.
Pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind to be pondered on later, she got out of bed with little difficulty and stretched her stiff muscles from lack of movement. She had never been one to stay at the same spot for more than a few hours.
Passing by a mirror, she caught sight of the wounds on her torso that was most definitely going to leave a scar. It wasn’t that she minded scars, but the name etched into her flesh over her right hip bone was most disturbing. It was the name of the murderer of her master and this was as good as a punch in the face to Mayumi.
Her previous defeat and the nearing of a dark storm called for more training. Thus, she wasn't going to sit around doing nothing after having rested for what she felt was more than enough. The silver haired teen gathered her things and got herself dressed. Covering herself with her onyx cloak, she headed out onto empty streets and blended into the night as Sora flew overhead, blending with the night sky and scouting the area.
In a forest outside the Capitol City of Triveila...
An hour had passed when she finally found a perfect spot in the forest. Wasting not another second as time was precious, Mayumi sat down in the middle of a circle of trees and closed her eyes starting her meditation. She would have preferred climbing up one of the trees to meditate, but her current state prevented her from doing so.
Many things had happened. She needed to clear her mind of them in preparation for more to come. One little slip could lead to failure and failure wasn’t an option taught to her. Her only options were success or death.
The young archer’s thoughts drift back to her defeat by the person who killed her master. Now that she run through her memories of that battle, she noticed a slip of her emotions causing her to act rashly and thus leading to her defeat. That defeat was a big scar to her though she didn’t show it. There was no space and time for mourning. If she had time and space it would be used for solving the cause of her weakness to improve herself and calculating her next moves.
Thinking through her problem, she realized that it had been because of his taunt that triggered her strong hatred for him. There was only one conclusion that came to mind for solving this problem.
‘Rid myself of this weakness called emotions.’
Unbeknownst to her, she was blindly walking into darkness in her quest for revenge. The innocence that her master took so much careful effort to preserve was beginning to fade.