He saw it in a dream. It was a place he had never seen before, but it felt so familiar. It was a small house in the forest surrounded by blood-red maples. There was no path leading to the door, a boundary of large smoothed boulders dotted what was 'edge' of the yard. Sometimes that house would appear in his thoughts and he would feel himself moving as if he was going somewhere else. He didn't know where it was, but somehow he kept feeling compelled to go. When he was just about to leave the trees and go to the stone border–he would wake up. …And he didn't know why.
That night he had actually left the house, unwittingly retracing steps buried deep within his mind. Like a man possessed he walked, and walked, and walked until he somehow found the same house in the clearing, but with no sign of maple trees anywhere. He snapped out of his daze, and found himself standing in the middle of an overgrown field with the crumbling remains of a building–its wood charred black. Images started flashing before his eyes.
The interior of the house. The blurred visage of a woman's face. The memory of two doors closing shut leaving just a crack.
A reddish light shining in from outside.
Fire.
Fire spreading, consuming everything. The entire house, engulfed in flames.
It all came flooding back.
He fell to his knees, the image of the burning house that once was flickering over the skeletal structure. Grabbing his head his entire body began to shake as he heaved uncontrollable sobs. There was a voice of a woman sobbing in his mind and shouts of other people screaming at her.
His mother. She was his mother. He remembered.
"Genjiro, hide here ok? Wait here for mama, and don't open the doors. Mama is going to be back soon, and everything will be alright. I love you…my son."
Letting out a wail, the entire field erupted into flames, burning a bright crimson red. With tears streaming down his face he set the place ablaze as his hellfire went out of control. Genjiro broke down sobbing, curled up into a crumpled heap on the ground as all the memories that had been sealed returned. He was five again, scared and alone. People in strange robes with staves and symbols were trying to kill them and his mother hid him inside a cupboard telling him to wait for her. He heard her screams, and then everything was on fire. Even though he didn't see everything, deep down he knew mama wasn't coming back.
He didn't even recognize Effie when she charged through the flames. In a blind panic he charged at her, desperately trying to protect himself from what he saw as the people who killed his mother. She was flung far out of his sight, but that was just the beginning of the danger.
Rashomaru wasn't able to tell Effie to wait for him, she was already there when he arrived on the scene. But instead of seeing Effie anywhere, there was enchanted fire overtaking the entire area. He barely dodged being hit by a flying sword, only for it to transform into Effie's father. The white flames were unearthly and terrifying, even more chilling than seeing normal fire unchecked. Aelos quickly explained to him and gave him the necklace Effie had worn when she came back from her months of training. He told Rashomaru it was vital that he put it on her as soon as possible–and if he saw a red-haired woman, to do just that while staying alive. When the white fire parted, he jumped through the opening and began to search for either of the women. His blood ran cold as he saw the latter, grabbing his brother's throat while Genjiro tried to break free. Aelos used himself to get the woman's attention and Rashomaru quickly ran around. He desperately wanted to run and check if Genjiro was hurt, but if he didn't make the woman wear the necklace the entire town would be consumed.
"Ancestors, grant me your strength. I pray for your wisdom and power, Lord Arahabaki. Please grant me the swiftness and courage for what I must do!" He whispered hoarsely, fighting back tears and feeling his throat tighten. Channeling the power of his inhuman blood he threw his odachi aside and went into a full sprint. His weapon would only slow him down and he had no time to waste. Tackling the woman from behind, he quickly fastened the necklace onto her as she reacted, sending him hurtling across the burning field. His entire body ached, even with his mother's bloodline the blow he took was painful. Pushing himself up, he forced himself to run towards Genjiro. The only way he was able to find him was because he was in the one spot where the crimson flames were the strongest. Throwing himself onto his brother, he held on tight as his entire body was enveloped in searing pain.
"Genjiro! Genjiro, I'm here! Your brother is here!" A voice was breaking through the cacophony of the nightmare. Genjiro thrashed as something was holding him down, but the voice kept talking. "It's ok, you're safe. Everything is going to be ok. Your brother Rashomaru is here, and I'll be here to protect you no matter what…" Hot tears rolled down his face as he finally stopped struggling and he collapsed, crying himself to sleep. The crimson flames were extinguished and completely died out. The ground was completely scorched and blackened, but it was over. Now all that was left was for Effie to return too.