Random oneshot time! I hope you all enjoy and remember to review on your way out, my pretties!
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A Mulan Fanfiction by: WolfishMoon
Smoke invaded her nostrils, blood crowded her vision.
There were screams and everyone was dying.
AND IT HURT!
Pain, blinding pain. Her own scream augmented the cacophony of metal clashing against metal, dying words, wordless, agonizing terror.
And then she was in his clutches, she screamed and thrashed, but there was a soothing; "Shhh, child. It's okay," and the memory cleared. It was her father who's arms were wrapped around her shoulders, "You're home, Mulan, safe."
She buried her face in her father's shirt, sobbing.
"Dead. So many," she mumbled almost incoherently.
"I know, my little one, I know."
She almost couldn't see her father due to the tears clouding her eyes and for a moment, panic returned, but the mumbled soothing nothings were said in her father's voice. It smelled like him. Those were his arms wrapped around her. She blinked, and the world came back into focus.
"Oh Dad," she cried, "Why won't they go away? Why won't they all stop crying?"
"They never do," Fa Zhou mumbled, "But the screams will grow quieter." His arms wrapped tighter around her, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she assured and he sent her a concerned glance before his expression softened.
"Thank you." The two shared a smile, "I'll go back to bed. Do you want me to blow out the candle?"
Mulan shook her head, "I'm gonna read for a while," she said, gesturing to the pile of scrolls by her bed. All were about strategy, history, and politics, "I'm trying to figure out what the point of that whole damn war was."
Zhou chuckled darkly as he exited the room, "Good luck. You'll need it."
A/N: Yeah, it was short by I think it came okay. Loved it, hated it, tell me in a REVIEW!