Across the Five Great Nations and many minor nations, women of civil power were rather rare. Until recently, of the Five Kage only one was female, and of the Great Clans of Konohagakure, only one dubbed their leader Matriarch. Mei Terumī and Hinagiku Hyūga. Different women, in different circumstances, but tonight they both look to the skies. Unwittingly to both, perhaps, they are not so different.
As the Mizukage gently traces the frosty railings of her balcony, the Hyūga Matriarch sits, staring into her garden.
The stars are very beautiful, above the palace walls,
They shine with equal splendor, still above far humbler halls.
I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow,
Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago.
The royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow,
I once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow
The hat of Mizukage and mantle of Clan Head, both regalia in their own right, positions which granted their holders prestige only below that of the Feudal Lord.
But once I took the crown to which I had been schooled and bred,
I found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head.
Having been trained her whole life for exactly this position, it was oddly ironic that, as she looked back, Hinagiku still found it laughable how amusingly unready she'd been. Perhaps it had been the sudden death of her father, that her first task had been to lead her Clan through the throng of World War, or perhaps it was more simple --one was never truly ready for leadership until their hands had firmly grasped upon the reins...
Although I am the head of state, in truth I am the least,
The true Queen knows her people fed, before she sits to feast.
Change. That is what needed to be brought to Kirigakure --nay, the Land of Water. Even in the bitter winter, when all should've been covered by the whitest of snow, the ugly scars of the Bloody Mist were prominent. Gaunt figures, few and far between, roamed the streets. Eyes and stomach sunken, skin taut on their bones, and fingers already setting in with frostbite. These were the more unfortunate members of the Mist's population. The bottom-rung even among the third caste. Those not lucky enough have been 'picked up' by one of the Mist's Clans.
With a status barely that of a slave's, with no master to serve nor sustain them. It was nigh impossible for these people to survive in the Mist. The society itself distrusted them, punished them even, for little more than the possibility of revolt. These people milled the streets, leaving both hope and corpses in the streets.
This was a system run by fear. Fear that ran rampant. People were suppressed through fear and those who suppressed in fear of revolt. As people were oppressed, it was simple logic that they would be pushed closer to rebellion and to prevent that was more oppression. It was an unending cycle that would not be broken without Change...
The good Queen knows her people safe, before she takes her rest,
Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before she makes request.
For they are all my children, all, that I swore to defend,
It is my duty to become both Queen and trusted friend—
Muffled chuckles vanished into the void of night, and Mei mused,'Even that bumbling ball of irrational xenophobia -Jin.'
And of my children high and low, from beggar to above,
The dearest are my Heralds, who return my care with love.
The dearest are my Heralds, swift to spring to my command.
Who give me aid and fellowship, who always understand
That land and people first have needs that I may not deny—
So I must send my dearest friends to danger—and to die.
A friend, a love, a child—it matters not, I know indeed,
That I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need.
Different names came to mind for each of the women, from family, Keshinohana, Sagisō, Azami, Furījia, Daria... to the closest of aides, Chino, Ao, Nowaki, Karyū, Amuda...
They know, and they forgive me—doing more than I require,
With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire.
These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed,
The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead.
Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry—
And if you have compassion—let me send no more to die...
Her white pupils staring into the milky moonlight night, Hinagiku silently wiped a tear that had spilled down her cheek. It was all she could spare for now, both for the past -her sisters waiting on the other side- and the future, in conflict yet to come.