Funnily enough this prompt is already included in my first piece. I'm taking it as a sign to continue the story.
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THE HOWLING WIND – 021219
Snow blanketed the mountain, reducing visibility and concealing their tracks from the soldiers who were inevitably following them. However, the snow created a new problem.
Rin had dressed for the conditions; her knee length boots were lined with fur and she wore a thick, woolen tunic beneath her leathers. Emiko, on the other hand, was ill-prepared for the harsh weather of the mountains. The wind tore at her flimsy clothes. Her kimono was designed for tea ceremonies at the palace, not fleeing through the wilderness. Worse still were her shoes. The lacquered sandals didn’t even cover the toes of her socks, let alone provide any warmth. If Rin didn’t find shelter soon, the cold would kill her before the soldiers did.
Emiko cried out as she tripped on an exposed tree root. She landed hard on her knees, prompting tears to roll down her wind-burnt cheeks.
“No time for tears, princess,” Rin said, pulling Emiko to her feet. “We have to keep going.”
“M-my knee hu-hurts,” Emiko hiccupped between sobs.
Rin clenched her jaw. They were moving too slowly. A deer with two broken legs would set a faster pace.
Patience, Rin reminded herself.
She’s just a child. “I know it hurts. Shall I carry you for a little while?”
Emiko looked up, her brown eyes pleading. “Yes please.”
Rin uncoiled the rope she carried across her torso, fashioning a crude harness for the child. She slipped the makeshift harness over Emiko’s waist, then bent over her.
“Hold onto my neck,” she instructed.
Emiko did as she was told, resting her cheek against Rin’s chest as she clung on. Rin tied another loop of rope around them both, securing it with a quick release knot in case of a fight. Bound together in this manner, they set a moderately better pace than a deer with only one broken leg. It couldn’t be helped. Although Emiko didn’t weigh much, the awkwardness of carrying a child strapped to her chest shortened Rin’s stride. Rin lamented their lack of progress. Even with the storm the soldiers would catch up to them in an hour, maybe less.
Why the princess had been so heavily guarded remained a mystery. Emperor Kazan was a virile man who had fathered over twenty children between his wife and fourteen concubines. Of the fourteen concubines, Emiko’s mother had been the lowest ranking and died not long after giving birth. Then there was the fact Emiko was a girl, and therefore not a potential heir to the Jade Throne. Yet the emperor kept her in a remote palace, dedicating half the imperial guard and fifty of his best soldiers to protecting the least important of his offspring. It made no sense.
Rin was still turning the puzzle over in her mind when her keen ears detected the distant sound of pursuit. They were faster than she’d anticipated. Two options were available to her: continue downhill towards the river; or take the narrow pass between the two mountain peaks. Both had their risks. The river was the most effective escape route, but also the most obvious; Rin was certain the soldiers would have planned an ambush downstream. The soldiers wouldn’t expect them to take the pass, but this was due to its reputation for landslides; Rin and Emiko might choose the pass only to find themselves trapped by debris. Of course there was a third option, but she refused to even consider leaving the girl behind.
Rin searched the future for an answer, but for the first time the path was unclear. It was as though the events were undecided, like a decision was yet to be made. Rin frowned. Her gift had never failed her before. She concentrated harder, trying to see beyond the grey fog obscuring her mind, but it was like swatting at smoke. The sound of clanking armour grew louder. She needed to choose fast.
“What’s wrong?” Emiko asked, her voice muffled by the fur lining Rin’s collar.
Rin debated lying, or giving false reassurances that everything would be fine, but decided against it. “The soldiers. They’re going to catch up to us.”
“Oh.” Emiko fell silent. Rin was still weighing up their options when Emiko spoke again, “Do you want me to slow them down?”
Her thoughts froze. “What?”
“I can help,” Emiko insisted.
Rin didn’t have time for whatever childish plan Emiko had in mind. “That’s very kind, princess, but I doubt–”
“Can you untie me? I need my hands.”
Rin sighed. The rope was digging into her shoulders, even through her layers of clothing. A brief rest would restore her energy and placate the child. “All right.”
She tugged the knot securing the rope free, lowering Emiko to the ground. Blood returned to her arms as the pressure on her shoulders lifted. Satisfied, Emiko began drawing intricate patterns in the air with her fingers. It was almost like a dance. Rin watched for a moment before turning away to focus on the choice before her. River or pass? Which will it be? She was confident she could take on twenty soldiers, but what if the emperor sent all one hundred of them? What then?
From a defensive standpoint the pass was a better choice. The trail was the width of a cart most of the way through, meaning they couldn’t fight more than four abreast, and the steep cliffs rising on either side would prevent them from flanking her. Yes. It would have to be the pass. With a bit of luck they might find a cave to hide in and wait out the storm.
Rin turned around, ready to tell Emiko it was time to leave, when she saw the girl’s eyes. White clouds swirled where her irises should have been – the sign of a Tensai using their gift. Rin’s eyes looked the same whenever she peered into the future. The wind, which had been howling before, increased in strength until it was a deafening roar. Then Emiko raised her hands.
There was an ear-splitting crack as the forest behind them exploded. Trees thicker than the palace walls were plucked from the ground as if they were no more than flowers. Dirt and splinters rained down. Rin gaped; never in any of the texts she’d studied had there been mention of a Tensai with so much raw power, let alone one who was a six-year-old girl. Controlling the elements like this was unheard of. Unthinkable. Emiko flicked her fingers. Rin heard screams as the trunks crashed to the ground, forming an impenetrable wall of devastation behind them.
Lowering her hands, Emiko smiled up at Rin. “See? I told you I could help.”