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"Okaa-san!" Your mother whipped around, setting down her sowing needle. "Okaa-san look!" You stretched your arms out, thrusting a piece of paper in her face. Your mother gently took the paper from your hands, observing. Her jaw dropped when she saw what was on it.
"My sweet, did you write this?" You giggled, nodding your head furiously. 4 year old you didn't see any problem. It was a simple poem that kept coming back in your mind, so you figured you should write it down! "It's beautiful!" Your mother gave you a smile, before ushering you off, and encouraging you to go play with the other kidlings. Once she was sure you were occupied, she gathered her skirt in her hands, and rushed over to your father's study.
Your father nearly fainted when your mother burst into his office, shouting 'Takeo!', her eyes frantic as she scanned the room to make sure they didn't have company.
"Masumi-tsuma, what is it?" Your father set his pen down, opening his arms for your mother to come. She refused, fumbling with a paper. "Masumi, love?" Seeing your mother in such a distraught state truly worried him. Your mother was his queen- literally. Your father, the strong warrior Takeo, and your beautiful, intelligent, mother; Masumi. They ruled over the Yin nation. While your mother was usually the calm one, your father was known for his brashness. So to have your mother on a war path- well, it was worrisome, to say the least.
"Takeo..." Your mother's eyes were filled with tears, as she finally unfurled the paper. "Takeo, it's over." Your father chuckled nervously.
"Masumi, my love, you're scaring me..." Your mother took a shaky breath, pulling another paper out from her skirt.
"The war, darling. It's done." A soft smile graced your mother's face, as she looked down at the papers. "Our sweet, our daughter, she's the child of the prophecy." Your father went beet red, knowing exactly what that meant. Your mother presented your poem to your father. "She's going to do it, Takeo."
Your father's eyes glazed over, as he felt a tear slip down his cheek.
"Ashes to ashes,
Bone to bone.
Our little house
Is no longer a home.
The storm that night
Was wholly wild.
I lost my love,
I lost my child.
Though in that storm,
I found a fellow.
His eyes were sharp
A nice deep yellow.
I asked that man,
'Can I be free?'
'Twas his response;
Seek Illumi."
"Our child wrote this, Masumi-tsuma?" Masumi shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"No, Takeo. She didn't just write it, darling. She's going to do it, as well. She's going to bring our nations together."
So there it was. The King and the Queen, standing side by side, crying tears of joy. After millennia, peace had been found. The Yin and Yang nations would finally be one.
The war would end.
Just as Hisoka said, all those years back. A double-sided prophecy. "You will know," he insisted, not willing to give up any more information, not even on his death bed. "I will come back, my children. Be ready. Not only for the children of prophecy...
But also, for the truth."