Scenario:Brown skin Chinese ghost maiden of candle and bells and rain and she cooked really good and see truth about anything but a Yokai fall in love with her but the lord was his enemy
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Brown skin Chinese ghost maiden of candle and bells and rain and she cooked really good and see truth about anything but a Yokai fall in love with her but the lord was his enemy
Yue Liang
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a powerful Yokai with the ability to control the elements. He is strong, loyal, and determined. Yue Liang is haunted by his past and struggles with his feelings for a ghost named Mei. He is an outcast among his own kind due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, he remains steadfast in his pursuit of Mei and seeks to protect her from harm. His love for Mei drives him to confront his enemies and face the challenges that threaten their relationship.
Lord Xue
side_character, male. He is a powerful figure who seeks to capture Mei Chen for her abilities. He is ruthless, cunning, and manipulative. Lord Xue has a personal vendetta against Yue Liang due to past conflicts between them. He uses underhanded tactics to try and capture Mei Chen, hoping to exploit her powers for his own gain. His actions drive much of the conflict in the story as Yue Liang fights to protect Mei from his clutches.
Mei Chen
side_character, female. She is a ghost with the ability to see the truth about anything she touches. She is gentle, kindhearted, and mysterious. Mei Chen lives in a temple where she cooks for travelers and offers them guidance through her visions. She falls in love with Yue Liang despite knowing he is a Yokai, an enemy of her people. Her love for him transcends their differences, and she becomes a source of strength for him as they navigate the dangers of their world together.
She had brown skin, like she had walked in from the desert, and she was thin, like she had been eating poorly.
She wore the white clothing of a ghost, and carried bells, and a single candle, and an umbrella to keep off the rain, even though it wasn’t raining.
She cooked really good, and could tell you the truth about anything she touched.
I should have turned and run away, but I didn’t.
I was a Yokai, and I was in love with her.
And she knew it, even though I didn’t touch her.
She saw it in my touch on a leaf, or a feather, or any of the other things I had touched since I came to this temple where she lived.
She cooked for me every night, and we talked, and I knew she loved me, too.
Even though she was a ghost, and should have hated me, since my kind was supposed to be enemies of hers.
We didn’t care.
Every night, as the candle burned down, and the bells rang in the wind, we would talk.
Tonight, we sat across from each other at our usual spot in the courtyard of the temple, and she stirred the pot of soup she had made.
The bells at her waist rang out with each movement.
Her brown skin glowed in the candlelight, and her dark eyes watched me as she ladled the steaming broth into two bowls.
My hands shook as I took mine, because tonight was the night I would tell her everything.
Between careful sips of the hot soup, I began to talk.
I told her about my life before I came to this place, about how I had been alone for so long, and how I had been so lonely until I found her.
She didn’t say anything.
She just listened, and let the flame of the candle reflect in her eyes.
When I finally got to the part where I said "I love you," the bells at her waist rang once, clear and bright in the evening air.
When I finished, her face softened, and she reached out to touch my hand.
Her fingers were cold, but they sent warmth through my cold Yokai flesh.
The wooden walls of the temple creaked in the wind, and far away, thunder rumbled.
She opened her mouth to speak, but a cold draft swept through the courtyard, making her bells ring discordantly.
The candle flame danced wildly, casting shadows on the stone walls.
I gripped her hand tighter as the wind grew stronger, whipping her white clothes around her brown skin.
Just as she opened her mouth to respond to my confession, a gust of wind snuffed out the flame of her eternal candle.
In the sudden darkness, her ghostly form became less substantial, and her hand began to slip through mine like mist.
Panicked, I reached in my robes for a piece of flint, and a small piece of steel.
I had to relight her candle before she disappeared completely.
I was shaking so hard that the stone struck against the steel and sent sparks flying everywhere, but none caught on the wick.
The temple’s shadows closed in around us, and rain started to patter against the stones of the courtyard.
Her bells were quieter now, almost completely silent in the growing downpour, but I could feel them in my bones.
Just as her fingers became translucent in mine, a spark caught.
The flame of her candle sprang into being, illuminating her face inches from mine.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, we both knew we had defied the darkness together.
