The Snow Bride

Hai readers, aku mau share narrative text dari jepang, gatau deh itu legend, atau fairy tale, yang jelas bukan fable, hahahah..
liat tulisan "jepang" gitu aja aku udah langsung tertarik, haha langsung dah bukunya disamber. buku ini aku pinjem dari perpustakaan, dan rasanya masih kurang kalo aku ngga share ke kalian, rasanya gimanaaa gitu xD
seperti yang tertera di atas, judulnya adalah "The Snow Bride"
aku bela belain ketik ulang, maaf yak kalo ada typo xD

The Snow Bride

          Many years ago, when great forests still covered the hills of Japan, a samurai named Hikaru lost his way in a sudden winter storm. snow pellets sharps as spears pierced his cloak and drove him blindly into the deep woods.
          Cold stalked him, and he had no weapon to battle this invisible enemy. finally his horse burst into a clearing. the wind rattled the tree limbs, but no snow fell here. a wooden house squatted beside a huge camphor tree. the snow was a smooth white carpet. this quiet place seemed peaceful enough, but he sense someone watching, waiting in silence.
          A door opened. a white-haired woman studied him. holding out her arms, she murmured, "welcome, my lord. enter and feel no fear."
          Hikaru smiled. hea had killed fear a long ago. but his horse ran away from the tiny hut. the samurai pulled the reins and drove it forward until the horse reluctantly moved forward. he found a lean-to built on the side of the hut, sheltered on one side by the hut and on the other by a tree. when his mount discovered some hay, its hunger drove out all fear. he left the animal peacefully grazing and went to find his hostess.
          The hut was simply furnished, though firelight created a golden sparkle on the dishes and cups she set before him. where had this woman found such luxuries, he wondered as she silently served him.
          after he had eaten, he fixed his eyes on her. "who are you?"
          she kept her gaze modestly lowered. "i am called Yuki, my lord. this place is my home."
          Yuki glided around the room in a silken whisper. gradually he became aware of how quiet the woods had become. "are you not lonely here?"
          Her lips quirked in a shadow of a smile. "you are here, my lord. as long as you are pleased with me, how could i be lonely?"
          Time passed, but it was always winter. Hikaru forgot everything but the lovely woman who anticipated his wants. as soon as he thought, "I want.." Yuki was there, offering food and drink to fill his belly or song to soothe his soul. yet men are never content. for a warrior, even an earthly paradise can become a wicked prison.
          One day, Hikaru woke with anger. nothing Yuki said or did pleased him.
          Dashing dishes off the table, the tiny crashes echoed how he'd destroyed his enemies in the past. the memory inflamed his temper. enough of this quiet and inaction! he could find that in death.
          "my lord, tell me how i have displeased you. I..."
          "you, woman!" he snapped. "you've kept me prisoner in this place far too long!"
          He rushed the door ang flung it open. a cold breeze brushed his cheek.Yuki grasped his sleeve. "my lord! do not leave!"
          "enough!" the samurai jerked from her grip. rage boiled in his heart as he backhanded her. "out of my way, woman!"
          "as you wish." the mark of his hand seemed a dark bruise on her pale skin. "i will bother you no more." head bowed, Yuki stepped aside. the door swung shut between them.
          a low moan shuddered amongst the trees. wind whipped his helm from his head and his cloak off his shoulders. cold knifed his body, just beneath the heart.
          "Yuki?" blinded, Hikaru stumbled backwards, but tree bark scraped his questing hands. where was the hut? it was cold, so cold.
          Spring came late that year. birdsong welcomed the sun's returned. the golden fingers of the goddess amaterasu caressed the still alabasters face if the sleeping man. but he never wakened. as she continued her journey across the sky, cherry trees covered the silken clad form with tiny pink-edged petals, a living blanket of snow.

Taken from: Inter language : english for senior high school students X



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