My Soul In the Modern World
Chapter 1: The Wall of Destiny
ice 1
I'm back with my story
.The village is a hellscape of fire and chaos. Huts blaze, their wooden frames collapsing into embers. VILLAGERS scream, fleeing from RAIDERS—shadowy figures wielding torches and curved blades. Smoke chokes the air, mingling with the clang of steel and cries for mercy. TAKAHASHI (25, fierce, clad in battle-worn leather armor, a curved sword in hand) moves like a storm, her face a mask of grim determination. Her dark hair is tied back, streaked with ash.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (voice-over, steady but heavy)
I am Takahashi, 25 years old. My life is their safety. My soul is their hope. I’ve fought for this village since I could hold a blade. Love, fear, joy—I buried them long ago. This is my rule. This is my work.
She slashes through a RAIDER, his torch falling into the dirt. A WOMAN clutches two CHILDREN, cowering behind a burning cart.
WOMAN (sobbing, desperate)
Takahashi! Please, save my babies! Don’t let them burn!
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (calm, commanding)
Stay low. Run to the river. Now!
Takahashi shields them, parrying a RAIDER’s axe. The children scream as she cuts the attacker down with a single, precise strike. She pushes the family toward safety, her eyes scanning the chaos. A MAN stumbles from a collapsing hut, his arm bleeding.
bleeding.MAN (gasping)
Takahashi, they’re everywhere! The flames—they won’t stop!bleeding.MAN (gasping)
Takahashi, they’re everywhere! The flames—they won’t stop!
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (gritting her teeth)
Keep moving! I’ll hold them back!
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (muttering, to herself)
Not today. Not one more.
She heaves the beam with a grunt, muscles straining. The CHILD scrambles free, clinging to her leg.
CHILD (sobbing)
You’re our hero, Takahashi! Thank you!
Takahashi’s face softens for a split second, then hardens again. She lifts the child, handing them to a fleeing VILLAGER.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI
Go. Don’t look back.
The battle rages on. Takahashi fights tirelessly, her sword dripping with blood. Villagers cry her name like a prayer—“Takahashi, save us!”—but the flames are winning. She’s exhausted, her breaths ragged, yet she pushes forward. Suddenly, a strange GLOW catches her eye—a WALL, hidden in a corner of the village, untouched by fire. It shimmers with an otherworldly light, covered in intricate paintings: towering cities of glass, glowing lights, people in strange clothes.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (whispering, drawn forward)
What… is this?
She approaches, mesmerized. The paintings shift, showing flashes of her life: a young Takahashi training with a wooden sword, her parents’ faces before they died in a raid, her countless battles. Then, a fleeting image—Takahashi, laughing in a neon-lit street, a joy she’s never known. She freezes, heart pounding.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (voice-over, shaken)
That’s not me. I don’t… laugh. I don’t live.
She reaches out, compelled. Her fingers brush the wall, and a surge of energy jolts through her. FLASHES flood her mind: screams of villagers, her blade cutting through enemies, a childhood memory of her mother’s gentle voice, and a glimpse of a bustling city—car horns, skyscrapers, a world alien to her.
VILLAGERS (in the distance, screaming)
Takahashi! Don’t leave us! Save us!
She hesitates, torn, her hand still on the wall. The energy pulls harder, like a tide. An OLD MAN, the village storyteller (70, weathered, eyes kind but piercing), steps from the shadows, his robes singed but his presence calm.
OLD MAN (voice steady, warm)
Takahashi, you’ve given your life for us. Every scar, every sleepless night. You’re the great one, our savior.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (voice breaking, raw)
This is my duty. I can’t abandon them. They need me.
OLD MAN (smiling faintly)
And you’ve never failed them. But now, child, live for yourself. A new destiny waits beyond this wall. Go.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (whispering, desperate)
Live… for myself? I don’t know how.
Takahashi stares, his words cutting deeper than any blade. Live for herself? The concept is foreign, terrifying. The wall’s light intensifies, wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
OLD MAN (firm, almost prophetic)
You will learn. The world beyond needs you, Takahashi. Be free.
The light surges, blinding. Takahashi reaches out, as if to grab the old man’s hand, but the wall swallows her whole. Her scream is cut off as she vanishes. The village falls eerily silent, save for the crackling flames. The VILLAGERS stare at the wall, now dark and lifeless. The OLD MAN gazes at the spot where she disappeared, a tear in his eye.
OLD MAN (whispering)
The world beyond needs her now. Go well, great one.
The camera lingers on the wall, its paintings faded. Suddenly, a new SOUND rises—CAR HORNS, the hum of a CITY, distant LAUGHTER. The screen flashes white, then cuts to a brief glimpse of TAKAHASHI, stumbling into a neon-lit alley, skyscrapers looming above. She’s still in her armor, sword in hand, eyes wide with shock. A MODERN CROWD gapes at her, phones flashing.
Takahashi
TAKAHASHI (muttering, dazed)
Where… am I?
ice 2
Let's see what happens to Takahashi
ice 1
Ufff!!! it's become more dramatic
ice 2
You shut up brat * hit ice2 head *
ice 2
Well forgot about her... keep enjoying story line
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