Berig     Created on Wednesday, 14 March 2007 21:13  
  *XingYu  
          My history. My own history. When one thinks about it, our histories affect other histories. Yet my own history is affected by the same phenomenon. So... whose histories are these, in the end? Ours? Our families?


                         The gods?

My History begins at the falling of rain, On the 73rd Yuri, 2nd Moon, 18th Sun at Midnight's reign. From even that point, I understood things I should not have. From the very breath of life I breathed at the very first spot of earthly light. From even that point I understood I was going to be needed in this world...

          Something I'd never feel again, for a very long time.

My father. My Mother. My family. Delving into the sins of selfish, material things. But I was different from them. From the day I was conceived in the womb, I was different. From even in the womb, the gods spoke to me. The told me of lands I would visit. But I did not understand those things. I was not a human, yet.

             "In time." said they.


I was born in the small villa of Seong's manor, along the North territories of the now splintered Shilla kingdom. The prince had long been gone. His father dying. The Houses controlled everything now. And I was of the most powerful house.


Seong. Mighty Seong, Feared by the small, and conqueror of all. Seong. Proud Seong, Standing above the rest, when all else is a test. Seong.


My family's history began eons before Yuri was even an idea. But I, Xing-Yu, was to be a change for my family. I was to be the broken link, the white scale in a Mighty black dragon.

I was not one to accept the normality of things. I questioned everythin. At the age of 10, I began learning philosophy and archeology. I trained in the Arts, the small things in life, and was happy.

But Seong was not. Seong said, "You will never be one of us." But I would always be one of them. I was the eldest, whether they appreciated it or not, and even in my distaste for my preperations to be the next Elder of Seong; Pampering, legality, and immorality... I was never taking them to heart.

               "You have failed us with a child... You both should be ashamed of yourselves!" My grandfather said to my parents. It was no longer a debate. It was decided. No matter what, something must be done to prevent me from ruining the House of immorality.

               At the age of 17, I undertook a class in Divination. At the pure disdain of my family. I had done nothing to prove better my ability to lead my family. But then, the thing they promised years ago, began to happen. I fell to my knees in class during a reading, and began to hear those voices I had heard so long ago in the womb.
                           "You understand now."
     "It is time."  "You will stay here and die."
              "Or you can leave to the North."                      "Follow the Hamgyong Pass."
                 "The family you call Seong will be no more."
   "Leave here, or die with them."




As the voices told me these things, I began to cry out. My teacher, the fraud he was, began to worry as he did not know what to do. Then, a hand reached into my mind, and I heard loud, cracking noises inside my head. My brain felt bloated, my vision left me, my feeling left me, my blood through my nose, and it burned...


                         Where was I?    I stood at the gate of a large city, and floated above it. People of strange colors, strange traditions. Strange...beginnings. There was a King. A Prince. The kingdom was not divided. There were children, people of Legend, of Ancient being. People of high marks, People of great stature, and of great wealth. People were happy.


                 "KUGUYRO." The voice stated.


And so it began. My journey took me many moons, many Yuri's. I traveled far, and wide. I saw many things. I had abandoned my family. I would no longer need them, or the things they had.