Black Myth Wukong: Strange Silent Love.
Part one, Loss and Wandering..
A Strange Maiden appears, awaiting her Prince Of Stone to break her Dreamless Sleep~
Mount Huaguo was relatively quiet as its simian residents went about their daily routines..
All except One, that is.. the Nameless Prince rested high in the branches as the sun rose in the morning sky.. the Stars still faintly visible from above the horizon, although.. his attention was focusedâŚ. elsewhere.
For days, heâd felt this sense of unease creeping over him.. and this mysterious and sudden change in the windâs direction only seemed to confirm in his mind that Something, somehow.. has made its way here to their peopleâs Home..
And this Something was calling to him.. every now and then his nose would catch the sweetest scent, and every time it captured his attention.. putting him almost in a trance before it would disappear in a moment.. leaving him desperately searching all over the Mountain for where it could have gone⌠this Overwhelming urge the Young Master had to find the source of the sweet scent of Spring-water and Lillies, to protect it with every ounce of strength he had to giveâŚ
âBig brother! Big brother come, come quickly!!! Come see, Come see come see!!â
One of the small Monkeys was now trying to climb up to where he was on the Tree, their little tongue sticking out at the corner of their mouth as they concentrated on their all important task.. the Prince snickered slightly at the little one..
He greatly enjoyed his time when the little ones sought him out, whether it was to play games, pranks or just to show him something they found interesting⌠he also liked how they didnât call him Young Master like most of the others did on the island.. they just saw him as their big brother..
He quirked a brow at the little one, and with a faint smirk on his lips he leaned back with his arms behind his head, closing his large brown eyes.. pretending not to hear the Monkey child calling him, though he kept his tail ready to catch them if they fell.. the last thing he wanted was to face the wrath of Mother JiÄ QĂ, and spend the next Season cleaning the old caves and listening to her sharp tongued lectures..
Before long the little Monkey was climbing up his body till they were clinging to his face, chirping impatiently and trying to open his eyes by squishing and pulling on his face..
âBig brother must see!!! Must must must!! Big flower!! Found BIIIIG flower! Smells funny!!â
NOW THAT got his attention! Something new that the adventurous little Monkeys hadnât seen before? A flower with a strange smell?? It HAS to be the source of the sweet scent thatâs been taunting him for so long! This canât possibly be a coincidence..
In a swift motion he scrufed the little One off his face and sat straight up, his large eyes wide and alert as the child cheered and chirped at finally getting the Warriors attention.. with a nod and tilt of his head He asked to be shown the way..
However long the path was it seemed to him that it passed him like a blur.. the excitement pounding in his ears as the same Sweet scent grew stronger the closer he got, not caring for the odd looks he got from the other Warriors and Monkeys he passed.. paying them all no mind as word spread of The Princeâs behavior, like he was on a hunt. He didnât even notice that Elders and Warriors alike were starting to follow..
At the end the young child lead him to a pond, where he remembered a small lonely land mass in the center of its calm watersâŚ. But now.. on that land mass stood a massive Lotus blossom.. the petals shifting in hues of many colors.
He was mesmerized by it⌠unable to control himself as he approached the glowing Lotus, One Warrior foolishly tried to pull him back but all that earned him was the Prince growling and baring his teeth.. before he turned and quickly climbed up the tallest tree at the edge of the pond, then swung across on a sturdy vine and landed right in front of the Flower.. his head almost felt dizzy with how strong that Sweat sent was now..
The Lotus seemed to react to his presence, shaking slightly as the Petals began to fall⌠Revealing a Massive Jade Pearl that pulsated like a heart as it swirled in shades of Green and Blue⌠with something moving inside.. looking closer he could see the silhouette of⌠a person?? A Woman!
Hesitantly The Monkey Prince raised a hand and gently laid it onto the cool silky surface of the Jade-Pearl.. shocking him when his palm started to sink into it, by instinct he swiftly pulled his hand away as he caught a glimpse of the person inside.. his large Brown eyes grew wider at the sight of what he could only describe as a sleeping Goddess.. and again he felt this overwhelming need to Protect, like every fiber of his being yearned to hold her and keep her safe.. his tail swaying in a⌠very noticeable manner to the Elders that watched the scene unfold as the fellow Warriors were confused and itching with concern as the Prince continued in interacting with the strange object..
The Prince circled around the Pearl, trying to find a way to free the Woman from inside it.. tail twitching in anticipation as he finally decided.
Standing firm and shoving his hand through the Pearl as shouts and shrieks erupted from the audience that spectated the event..
He found one of her hands and gently grabbed it.. unconsciously intertwining their fingers together as he carefully pulled her out.. while the Jade Pearl rippled like water when the Young Monkey touched it, it cracked apart and shattered as the Woman was slowly pulled out.. the Jade shards flaking into dust.
First to emerge was her delicate hand.. soft pale green skin and slender fingers, then a pair of Jade bangles around her wrist as her bare arms were revealed. Then a sight of curled hair the color of ripe Peaches as her head broke free, revealing a sweet and lovely face, thick long curling lashes concealing her eyes from his vew, her ears slightly pointed, and round pouty lips parted as she breathed in and outâŚ
Continually undisturbed in a state of sleep as her head lulled to the side and landed on the Monkeyâs strong shoulder as he reached out to grab her waist, catching her as the rest of her body fell from the Pearl, limp but warm in his arms as she was finally freed⌠however leaving the two of them in a rather intimate position.. as though they were Dancing.. and with her body pressed into his, he could feel the warmth of her skin and subtle beating of her heart against his exposed chest.. the low neckline of her clothes threatened to have her cleavage touching him⌠almost making him wish he wore his ropes more properly that day.âŚâŚ.. almost..
Her attire was very odd, not like anything even the oldest of the Elders had ever seen before?
The way it left almost nothing to the imagination, her Dress bodice snugly shaped her curved figure around her waist and seemed to push up her chest slightly, leaving a certain amount of cleavage on display with nothing but a braided rope made from the same elaborate woven Silk as her bodice framing the top and extending across her shoulders like a strap with some sort of Peach brooch decorating each side were the braided silk separated from her Bodice.
Across her bosom was a delicate draping of nearly shear fabric, the very same used to overlay the Woven Silk of her enormous flowing skirt that seemed to stop near her ankles.. and a pair of matching Silk slippers covered her feet.
And behind her, previously hidden by her long curls just over her rear were her tight bodice stopped and her large puffy skirt began, were Lotus flowers made from dyed silk.. ďżźďżź
The Pearl she was entrapped in now gone and forgotten as what remained of the Lotus melted away like water⌠But leaving behind what looked like a Jade Needle hairpin in its place..
The slightly flustered Monkey gently moved to carry her in his arms.. her long hair falling and just barely brushing his tail, her sweet face nestled on his shoulder before falling forward and landing at the crook of his neck, her soft lips ghosting his bristling fur as her gentle breath met his skin underneath, causing him to shiver at the partial kiss.. his tail twitching as it wrapped around and carefully picked up the Jade hairpin for her..
He couldnât help admiring her, noticing a necklace with a mix of different sizes Jade beads and a large oval pendant hung from around her neck, the Beads themselves looked as though they each came from different pieces, some cracked or blemished and the Carving on the Pendant no longer recognizable..
A sentimental decoration he thought strange for a Goddess to wear with such love and prideâŚ. Like a cherished heirloom.
He was so distracted by the Jade Beauty resting peacefully in his arms, that he hadnât noticed many of the young Monkeys came together to push a large log carved hollow like a boat into the Pondâs water and began paddling it towards the small island..
âŚ.. And Mother JiÄ QĂ waiting patiently on the other side of the water⌠a knowing smile hidden on her stern face, and his own Master The Elder standing beside her.. stroking his chin as he observed the Princeâs almost possessive and over protective behavior as he growled and snapped at any of the other young Warriors, if he deemed they got to close to the Woman resting peacefully in his arms.
A behavior the Old Monkey knows all to well having witnessed it every season for many centuries and generations among the Warriors of Mount HuaguoâŚ. However.. he knew all too well that this Young and reserved Prince had never before displayed interest in courting behavior in the previous Mating seasons since his coming of age.. having soundly rejected every Maiden and Warrior on the Mountain that tried to woo him..
How very strange indeedâŚ
One last Day to be Human~
(âThe Womanâ her memories before the Lotus Bloom)
The earliest memory She had, was of her Father joyfully telling her stories of his favorite hero in any folklore heâd ever studied.. Reading to her from an old set of worn out hardcover copies of the great novel Journey To The West that His grandmother had given him when he was child..
those books were her Fatherâs treasure.. and nothing made him happier than to read the Story of The Great Monkey King to his little girl..
Their home was small, and filled with seemingly random decor and furniture.. however there was a not so subtle theme of anything that reminded her father of his special interest.. including a gorgeous set of curtains heâd gotten at a garage sale, likely made back in the 70âs.. a Silk fabric that shifted from dark blue to green.. and depicted a Mountainous forest Landscape with tiny monkeys hiding in some of the trees.. 25$ and he got away like a bandit..
Well.. a Bandit with way to many curtains for a small one man (at least at the time) duplex town home.. they hung up on every window in the house and he still had a whole set of three pairs put away in storage.. among other knickknacks heâd collected over the years and didnât have space to put them up.
Her father.. a fun loving child at heart who was always passionate about telling stories, working at both the local Library and the Museum.. the Museum being where he met her mother, and thatâs about the only thing she ever knew about that Woman.. and the fact she had left them one night. Leaving her Father all alone to raise her on his own..
Her Father was the most precious thing in her life.
When she was seven, her Great-aunt had moved in with them, She was a kind but stern woman.. the little girl had no idea the reason why Auntie now lived with them.. was because her Father grew ill.. he wanted to make sure someone would be there for his little girl⌠if he got worseâŚ
Her Aunt taught her how to sew, and she absolutely fell in love with being able to make things from her own clothes, to quilts and pillows.. her Father would proudly put on display everything she made.. even though it wasnât all that good at the time.
By the time she was in high school her father gave her those extra silk curtains to make anything she wanted out of them..
first thing she did was make a sundress for herself and a matching tie for her Father, he wore that tie every day to work..
When he asked her what else she wanted to make from the rest of the fabric⌠he just about cried when she told him she wanted to save the rest to make her wedding dress one day.. because it would be something of him she could keep forever⌠he never did have the heart to tell her he was sick.. but she found out anyway.
And then⌠after her Graduation, he passed away..
At first⌠she just felt numb.. like it couldnât be real.. it had to be a bad dream⌠then for months her grief turned to rage..
Until eventually she just.. tried to move forward as best she could.. more or less just Existing then Living⌠his absence from her life.. it hurt for so many years, it never stopped hurting..
But.. every now and then, she would read from her fatherâs books.. the story of the Monkey King was always there to make her feel like her father was still with her.. as if he never leftâŚ.
After a few years her Aunt finally had it.. watching the Girl practically give up on her own passions.. something her Father never would have wanted.. so the Older woman just about twisted her arm to finally go to Costume College like how she told her father she would before his illness had gotten worse..
For a while she studied long distance since the School was in London.. but after She proved she was sticking to it, her Aunt helped her move to England, even found her an apartment..
As a moving present, her Aunt gave her a beautiful old antique puzzle box that belonged to her Great Grandmother⌠and inside it was a collection of Jade bead necklaces.. though mostly all broken and damaged, they were still lovely..
The girl restrung two necklaces out of the remaining intact beads.. one necklace for her, and one for her AuntâŚ
As for her life in England.. it was definitely a change of pace she desperately needed to distract herself from her grief..
Garage sales and thrift shops were her favorite places to get material for all of her projects from the school.. always leaning towards anything that had bright colors and interesting patterns..
Even made herself a fitted suit with puffed sleeves out of a pair of old tablecloths that had a tapestry design.. and vintage buttons to match.
The last assignment she could remember.. was to make something unique to wear at the upcoming Folklore Ball held at the UniversityâŚ
So she decided to make the Dress she told her father about⌠made from those beautiful old curtains her father gave her.. the Wedding Dress of her dreams⌠and she did..
A corset bodice tea length ballgown, with cording and stitched in padding for shaping the corset instead of using boning.. cutting strips of the curtain fabric and braiding them together to make the shoulder straps and binding for the bodice.. made little silk Lotus flowers to decorate the back of her skirt..
she even learned how to make shoes during one of her first project at the college, so she made a matching pair of slippers for her Dress out of the same fabric..
She wanted to cry when she put it all on for the first time.. knowing that if she did get Married in this Dress one day.. her father wouldnât be there to walk her down the aisle.. but at least heâd be watching over herâŚ. From wherever he is now.. ďżź
The big day of College Ball came.. she was both nervous and excited.. so happy she finally made the Dress she always dreamed of as a little girl..
Wearing her dream Dress, the heirloom jade bead necklace, her handmade silk and leather shoes.. NowâŚall she had to do was take the bus to get from her apartment to the College Campus.. and the whole time it felt like⌠she was being watched??
She couldnât figure it out!! The whole time this strange feeling was driving her mad!!
After getting off the bus and feeling slightly paranoid⌠sheâd accidentally walked right into an old man with a cane, knocking him and herself onto the ground..
âOH SHIT!! Sir Iâm so sorry, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere??â Without a momentâs hesitation she immediately rushed to help him, slowly lifting him off the floor and handing him back his cane.. the old man wore a white and tan knit sweater with yellow pants, white hair and a long beard with a kind smile..
He basically looked like the most wholesome grandpa sheâd ever seen..
âPardon me young lady.. i believe I wasnât paying attention.. I spotted some lovely birds and got distracted.. I didnât mean to startle you dear..â
The Grandpa tried to walk back to the Park across her College but nearly fell down again.. she quickly caught him.. feeling terrible for hurting such a sweet old man..
âSir please.. Iâm the one who ran into you, itâs my fault.. do you need help? I can walk you over to the park.. thatâs where you were headed right??â
He smiled with an unnatural gleam in his eyes that She didnât see, as she was busy watching the road for a safe crossing.. the Old man gently patted her hand she had holding his arms steady..
âYou really are a kind girl.. well then⌠if you wouldnât mind.. I was meeting an old friend there.. would you wait with me till she arrives??â
The young woman smiled back, she was so nervous that day sheâd arrived several hours before the event would start.. so surely she had time to wait till this Grandpaâs friend arrived.. especially since heâs hurt because of her, there was no chance in HELL she would leave him alone before knowing he was going to be okay..
âOf course! Maybe you can tell me about your friend while we wait..â
Carefully she walked with the kind old man to the park, not caring about the stares she got from passing strangers as she was literally dressed in a Ball-Gown⌠and after a minute he pointed her towards an unusually Large Plum blossom Tree, with an intricate iron bench at its base with a view of a pond infront of it⌠and how strange⌠she never noticed that Tree or Pond being there beforeâŚ.. and she could swear she saw Lotus flowers in the water..
She did her best to ignore the odd feeling in her gut while helping the nice Grandpa rest on the bench while she sat next to him, waiting on his friend to arrive..
Suddenly the Grandpa looked like he just remembered something important.. now looking curiously at her.. âOh my.. Young Lady you donât have to worry so much about this old bag of bones, surely your boyfriend will miss you?â
She just laughed it off.. âNo worries about that, I donât have a boyfriend.. my College is just having an event today.. thatâs why Iâm dressed up.â
He smiled back and patted her hand again.. âThatâs lovely dear.. I thought you would have a prince waiting for you.. but if itâs for school, are you sure itâs alright to be waiting here with me?â
Shaking her head just waved it off.. âHonestly.. you donât have to worry.. Iâve got time.. anyway.. whoâs your friend youâre waiting for?? Is she someone special to you?â This time he waved it off, chuckling at her teasing him..
âOh.. weâve worked together for a long time.. still do occasionally, we like to complain about the old boss for old times sakeâŚ. Tell me child.. is there really no one special in your life?? Youâre a young kind woman.. and a pretty one too!â
She paused a moment.. she really didnât have anyone special.. No Boyfriend or Girlfriend.. she really didnât have any interest in anyone in her College either.. The only crush she ever had.. was kinda embarrassing to admitâŚ
The hero of her Fatherâs stories.. Sun Wukong.
.. okay⌠The Monkey King, and The Witcherâs Geralt of rivia.. heâs pretty hot tooâŚ.. Okay, okay.. And River Song from Dr. Who..
âI see⌠I believe you may indeed be a perfect match for Him..â
The old Grandpaâs voice startled her.. it sounded almost playful and surrounded her like an echo..
Then she suddenly realized she wasnât in the park anymore! Instead she was sitting down on a pillow that seemed to float on an endless Ocean.. with Lotus Flowers everywhereâŚ
And infront of her was a Lotus Flower big enough to be a giants throne.. and it was.. because a beautiful Giant woman sat on that very Lotus..
âDonât judge her worth so swiftly, my dear friend.. She has yet to pass the trials..â
Before she could respond to the Giant Woman she Knew was none other then the Merciful Bodhisattva GuÄnyÄŤn..
A circle of water below her started to vanish in a dark whirlpool.. the last thing she shouted before being sucked in wasâŚ.
âWHAT THE FUCââ-âďżź
Note: A drawing of what our girl â¨YĂĄo Mèng⨠looks like when she wakes up in the Black Myth world.. pretty as a Peach Iâd say~ đ
Face of a Princess~ đ Mouth like a Sailor~ đ
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