Awoken Sakuya

Part 2

“Because you refused to change,” the emerald warrior told her. The yawning halls gave way to residences, red to tan, as smaller shrines came to view, smaller sanctuaries. Here in the outskirts, the realm of lesser gods, never to see the spotlight, was Valkyrie; long out of the center of attention, she had honed her talents and master of the orb without the rows. She vowed to return honor and glory to the word god and return the former balance of power.
“Get to your feet. Unless you still want to be a shame to all gods.”

“Me? A shame? Impossible,” Kirin denied. “They love me. The world does, they do. It must be a mistake.”

“Then stay the same. And see how long that lasts.” Indignant, Kirin rose.

“I worked to be able to walk on my own two feet. Fagan worked me to the bone to get me this far!”

“Then if you want to be great, do it again.”

So Kirin once again trained from nothing. She trained with poison, learned to control the power of nature, and even embraced the impurities of the two prongs. She honed her connections to Heaven, promising to always strengthen the essence of the gods, and still maintaining that essence herself. She would rise again, like the Metatrons, and restore balance in this chaos.

What a return! What smiles! What laughter! What derision! “She’s no goddess; she’s an Amazon!” They all joked. Trained by Valkyrie, who wasn’t even a true goddess! Under her shrine, bequeathed with a flurry of flowers and worshippers, Kali didn’t even turn a single hand from her throne. Even Kirin’s sisters had “awoken” their true selves; by abandoning their place in Heaven forever. “You’re dwelling in the past; the world’s changed. We’re no longer Fagan’s darling goddesses.” And the final words: “You’re not the center of attention anymore.”

It was a lonely throne, stone cold, with the empty wind eroding the oppressive columns. Once so filled with lovers, with worshippers, Heaven became a relic of the past. Kali had done little; Kali saw herself not as a god, not to reassert the role of Heaven, but to become God. No longer did anger nor jealousy fill those once hallowed rooms, however. Only loneliness flowed with the ebbing tears. And the Tamas.

“Tama! Tama!” Kirin glanced down to one of those strange creatures. Was the smile laughing at her? At what she had become? But the smile alluded no thoughts at all. She smiled. “This must be just a game to you, huh.” Suddenly, the creature sped off, tottering side to side, hopping. Curious, Kirin followed to the deserted balcony that overlooked the earth.

“So much chaos down there,” she whispered. Gods, devils, monsters everywhere, for Heaven offered no stability. The cries of dragons, echoes of abandonment. Was this anarchy? “If only we weren’t so far,” Kirin began, “then maybe we would have helped.”
But when she focused her senses, it was not destruction that met her. Was it a cry of the earth? An ancient call? Or…maybe…the first of dances? For to the east she found the peaceful rivers, the playful scherzo of the dragon; to the south the graceful ballet of a new forest after fire, of a reviving phoenix; to the west the calm sonata of bamboo forests, of the mysterious tiger; to the north the immutable hymns of the mountains, of a quiet tortoise. So nature lived on, a new order has come. Change was the new constant.

“So you’re leaving as well?” A familiar voice. There was the all-knowing Metatron, writer of all texts, knower of history. And knower of her own downfall as well, outshined by the goddess of the sun. Her body spun to face that primal performance of nature. “Even after what we’ve been through together? Our rise? And…” Her gaze never fell from the horizon, but her arms, grasping the edge, gently trembled. “I cannot go. Not yet.” Then the eyes came upon Kirin. “But if you go…it’ll be dangerous. You should use some of my power.” Metatron held up her gentle hands, welling up with…ah, how soothing it was, those fresh gentle lapping waves across the face strewn with salt! Purity, purity, purity, woven upon hope. As Metatron’s holy waters unraveled their embrace…

“Oh, you thought that little splash was a spell to unlock your powers?” Metatron softly smiled. “No. You just simply looked dreadful, moping around with streaks on your face. I’m sure you already know that the power to heal comes from within. Which means…if you can heal those wounds inside you…” Metatron turned back, bookmarking, closing her book, facing the shadowed halls, “I’m sure you’ll lead this crusade.”

“Tama!” the creature suddenly popped up, grinning, before suddenly jumping down. Kirin almost laughed. She lifted herself onto the balcony. “Wake up,” she whispered to herself. The winds drove downward, east, south, west, north, catching, swirling her entire existence. There’s no way of coming back, the wind warned. “I know.” She wasn’t preordained for any position. Nor was anyone else. But she would find herself, wherever she belonged. And she would use her own two feet to get there.

Bravo, sir. But alas, I believe the story is missing one very important plot point. You see, "Kirin" was left behind and fell out of favor because no one knew her name. She was forgotten, only mentioned in passing by most circles.

But luckily a select few knew her real name. They preached her name to the masses, tried to remind people of her true potential. More and more people started whispering her real name. Eventually the clouds parted and finally, after all of our extensive waiting, she was awoken and reborn with ONLY her true name. Sakuya. Awoken Sakuya. Never again will her identity be mistaken by a false name.

Sadly, I see that there are a few left, like you sir, that still call her by her false name. Maybe that's why she hasn't arrived to NA yet. She is waiting until we are found worthy of her presence.

I see Dr.Psaroo has taught you his methods...

People please this man has some creative writing abilities he deserves more than just one like which is mine

Let's make this the most liked comment in this database
To surpass even husbando gigas

Dang. It's people like you who make our world fun and overall more awesome, thanks! I wish I had as good writing skills as you :) then i might not have a B in my english class!

Anyway, I am really wonderin: did you come up with that whole story yourself???

Finally someone who wrote just as much as I did
Kudos to you

Wow... If there ever was an animation about PAD, this would be it! I could imagine all these things happening. Best of all, it's all true!

So what happens when Sakuya runs into Haku after they're both awoken? Haku is a God-type awoken. They're both healers (as are U&Y and Kali), too.

Also, really, people? Nine of you only upvoted the first part. Why? They're both great!

I think Kirin was stated to suggest that she remained on par wit her previous incarnation, and her new form distinguishes her from her old roots that made her seem weaker compared to gods like U AND Y, and Kali