Mukashi no Yume

Mukashi no Yume oftewel, The Dreams of Long Ago... De Dromen van het Verleden...
Het is een tijdelijk titel voor dit verhaal, ik moet nog wat beters verzinnen, maar dat komt later wel.

Mukashi no Yume is een fanfictie die ik heb geschreven (aan het schrijven ben) bij de serie: Fuma no Kojiro, oftewel: Kojiro van de Fuma clan.
De manga heb ik nooit kunnen vinden, ik weet dat er een animé van is, maar uiteindelijk is dit verhaal gebasseerd op informatie die ik heb gekregen uit de Drama serie. (live-action TV serie)
Ik heb dus geen flauw idee of mijn verhaal enige aansluiting heeft op manga en/of Anime.

Het verhaal speelt zich af vele jaren voor de gebeurtenissen uit de drama plaats vinden, bevat in principe geen spoilers ofzo...
En het is niet nodig om het verhaal te kennen, mensen die de Drama wel kennen zullen waarschijnlijk sneller ontdekken naar wat voor dingen ik verwijs, wat het soms alleen maar saaier maakt. ^^

Toen ik begon met schrijven was het verhaal nederlands, 3e persoon vt. Tijdens het overtypen is dit verander in engels, 1e persoon vt. Het engels vooral omdat de meeste fans van de serie geen nederlands spreken. Ik wil ooit nog een Nederlandse versie maken, maar voorlopig moet ik eerst de engelse versie maar eens afwerken.

Het verhaal bevat uiteindelijk waarschijnlijk een proloog, een epiloog en 9 hoofdstukken. Voorlopig heb ik het proloog en de 1e 2 hoofdstukken compleet overgetypt.

Ik wil zo af en toe nog wel eens wat spel- en grammaticafouten maken. Mijn verontschuldigen daarvoor alvast.

Prologue

The first rays of light already fell through the small openings of the door. Outside the leaves were still wet of night’s dew. In the large, silent forest, only the singing of birds was heard. In the midst of this silent, lay our village of the Fuma clan.
I was silent as well. It had been al long time I had really been silent. Still there were a lot of things I wanted to say, but my words had dried up. So because I couldn’t say it, I had to show it and I showed it with silence.
I was already a few days in Ryouma’s room right now. I had only left his side if urgent. My knees hurt this much, I wondered if the pain would ever disappear. But I wouldn’t complain, this pain was what I deserved.
It had been a few days ago I had made this terrible mistake. A mistake probably no one will ever forgive me. At least Ryouma won’t. Since that one day, he had been unconscious and up till now he didn’t show any signs of recovery.
Yesterday the doctors already told me, he’d probably never be able to use his left eye again. Or to say, because of me and my idiotism, Ryouma would be half-blind for the rest of his life.
Maybe this knowledge hurt me more, than the pain I felt in my knees.
Guilty, I looked at Ryouma. His face was really pale and the fact he still breathed was hardly seen. It almost looked like he was death.
For a second I felt his forehead. Two days ago, his skin almost burnt my hand, today it was icy cold, just like yesterday. I didn’t really know whether I should take this change as a good sign, as a sign of recovery or not.
For no reason, I wondered what would happen if Ryouma didn’t make it, if he would die right here. Ryouma was the oldest son and meant to lead our clan after his father retired. It would certainly be great trouble for our clan if Ryouma found his end here.
It would probably be a problem for me as well. Right now, I already didn’t expect any mercy of my fellow clan members. So if Ryouma died…
Actually, I’d rather not think about this kind of things. Still I couldn’t prevent for this kind of thought to pop up into my mind once in a while. I guess I should blame it on the silence, the everlasting silence in our village. Ryouma wasn’t the only one with his life on the edge.
The light outside had become brighter. As if nothing had ever happened, days followed on the nights and nights followed on the days. It seemed like some kind of dream… or for me, a nightmare.
The night’s mist would never be able to conceal the day forever. At a given moment everything would be exposed. I already figured this much. But it would be nice if I could stay hidden, for only just a little more. I wasn’t ready to face the truth yet.
I still hadn’t figured out why everything happened like it had. It was probably a question with no right answer. The only thing you could do was guess. I guessed I had taken de wrong road. Lost in the forest, I ignored all help and wandered off more and more. Out of the reach of my friends.
Unfortunately, there’s no way back anymore. I’ll have to walk this path I’ve chosen and bear the consequences of it. At least I know now, this path that is destined for me, the path of becoming a ninja, I can’t walk it on my own. If I want to succeed, I’ll have to listen to the people superior to me and learn form then. Only then I will be able to one day call myself proudly a ninja of the Fuma clan.

het is maar een idee maar je kunt dit ook plaatsen op mjn forum.
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