KIGEN/ORIGIN

The wind blows hard around me as I witness the origin of this place unfold.
The place is a modest but fine red home of stone and panes,unlike most of the era would have had here,and the day is bleeding into night.
A young woman,she is utterly vibrant in her beauty.Hair as long as she is tall,at least five foot seven and she had eyes uniquely green,I can barely keep my eyes from her but they trail to where her eyes do.
She stares onwards and beyond the road I was on seeming worried,she clutches the blooming stomach of hers that I can see from here is full of a life to be soon born while another child appears at her side clutching her hand,I see him speak but I can't seem to focus on it because he is really all I can see.
Although a child I see the kind of man he would become,he also has the strange green eyes of his mother and a sweetly dimpled smile that seems to momentarily allieviate his mothers concern over a lacking of something or someones appearance.
I blink and that vision ends to become something else,the child is by me now at the gate and crying I rush to comfort him to find out the problem but realize this is the past or a hallucination for all I know and I move quickly to the center of the yard to witness,whatver it is and I wish I had'nt.
There are forty men in a semi circle out here and three up the tall stairs,I watch a samurai fight valiantly at the top of them,slashing and parrying at least six warriors before being slain,his life force coloring the white steps while his wife who had been screaming is now silent,her stomach is wide open and her kimono of snow white and sakuras is dyed with the blood of her now lost child.I try to look away,to shield the eyes of this elder son but neither I can do.
My eyes just won't let hers go as she,somehow elegantly,steps down staring each warriors eyes as though cursing them through sheer will and judging by the fear in there eyes it may have worked.Her life spills on the steps mingling with the drying force of her husband all over the ground now.Her words are a soft whisper like a lullaby,this final words.
''Never a curse my beloved boy,remember that.GOD has never created a useless thing.''
The wind carries off the scene of blood,weeping and those striking green eyes and i'm left here alone in the dark at this...memorial for a lost family.
''You would be wise to leave her soon....miss."
A moment I flick so fast to see the origin of this words and find a young girl barely fourteen before me dressed in high quality fabric kimono only one of a noble clan would afford.''Who are you?"I ask her kind of sharply admittedly,she laughs.
''Rude one are you?Yet you appear tired and bloody from some sort or other so I will forgive it, once.Takahira Kiko.You are?"
I finger point to myself,she nods.
''Sanada Sakura.''
Her eyes simply light up,she did not expect that lineage name at all.
Too bad I am not related to that particular Sanada of history.....I don't think so anyway.