Dew on the Grass Blades

Dew on the Grass Blades
Walking through the long halls of a dimly lit tomb of sorts, a young girl traversed them with cautiousness. The laughter of a woman bounced along the walls. This laughter led the girl closer and closer to her. She eventually approached a large room decorated with many candles. A woman of pale skin stood in the middle of it, long black hair flowing to the floor. The laughter which had flowed from the woman's mouth stopped. She turned around slowly. "Do you remember this place, Takame?" She asked with a voice of dark intentions. The girl, now identified as Takame, took slow steps forward. "It is the birthplace of me. The Rainless Garden." She stated before continuing her endless laughter. Takame stepped forward once more.

"This is where you will end, Takame!

Takame's eyes snapped open from fear, the nightmare making her jump up from her bed with a gasp. She looked around to see her siblings sleeping, and her eyes looked towards the window. Rain fell from the night sky, creating a perfect music to sleep to. With little sound, she climbed out of her bed with a goal to find her parents. She opened the door to their room to find that they were both asleep. The nightmare that she had alarmed her to the point that she needed the company of her parents. She tapped the arm of her mother a few times to wake her up.

Her eyes snapped open to reveal the crimson glow of her sharingan, scaring her daughter. After realizing who she had scared, her eyes reverted. "T-Takame. I apologize. You scared me, that's all." She said softly. Takame gave her a look that seemed to explain that she had a nightmare. Saraya smiled. "So you'd like to sleep with us, is that right?" She asked before lifting the covers and scooting backwards, giving her daughter some room to slip in. Takame climbed in quickly, hugging on to her mother's waist. Saraya's hand glided across her daughter's soft dark-blue hair. "You've been having them quite frequently too." She stated. Takame had been doing this same routine for three nights in a row now. Saraya wondered why this was occurring, but her tiredness prodded at her mind. With a final yawn, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, daughter in arms and the father of her children beside her.