Description
Kawaakari: The glow of a river or stream in darkness or dusk, the gleaming surface of a shadowed river (Japanese 川明かり). She was not Yona. Yona burned bright, a hot and fiery crimson that blazed across the skies like the dawn that broke every morning. No, she was not Yona, but she lived to protect everything Yona was meant to be. Yona, like the new hope of a new day, came with every rise of the sun. But when that sun had set, in the darkness of the hours void of light, she would be the small glow, the reflection of the warmth of dawn, that guided the people along the flowing river of life until the sun rose again. They were siblings, after all. They would always come hand in hand, there to support and strengthen one another. One simply could not exist without the other-their purpose was shared, fate binding them together for eternity, even through death. ~Crossposted on Quotev~
I. Reawakening
