That Black Rain

As she goes deep into the forest, the white sky is covered by the trees' feathers, veiling the unusual black sun from sight. The place gone colder and colder every single step she makes. Wondering what does this forest bring, she continued her trek.

An offbeat dark cloud materializes up above the peculiar sky. Looking up with a puzzled gaze, Nikita stopped walking.

"Is it about to rain?" She extends her arms to the sky but not a single drop of water touched her pale skin.

Indistinct voices overwhelemed the forest. It almost seems like a thousand of people are speaking singly. Fright and a fast pounding heart made Niki run back to the forest's entrance, with intuition that a bad omen will occur.

The black cloud dispersed and turned into tiny drops of floating spirits, chasing the running Nikita tirelessly. To her surprise, her legs and feet never felt heavy nor tired - like it's adrenaline that's working.

"Come to me!" A different voice ordered, chilling like icicles, echoing throughout the forest. Wanting to seek quick refuge, she followed the seemingly familiar voice without a hint of doubt.

A faint azure light came into her view, the only color she witnessed in this color-deprived place. Right then, she saw a gleaming sword as white as snow with a row of azure blue gems engraved on its blade.

"Are you the one who called for me?" She probed, with some uncertainty that an inanimate object will respond. A bit dumbfounded, she heard the sword speak once more,

"Use me to scare away those spirits."

One swing, and ice particles take shape into the air, freezing chasing spirits that's been hit.

"Hailstorm, the frost katana, is my title. I've been waiting for you to find me, traveler."

Feeling like this place is like one of her online games, she leaped for the spirits brandishing her sword until they all turn frozen in mid-air. All of them fell into the ground like snow, free-falling. The feeling of excitement coursed throughout her body.

"I've never felt this elated before!"

The whole forest, once again, hide itself and vanished, leaving traces of dandelions on the ground. Nikita saw the black sun is now positioned to the West, as if it's already setting, yet the sky is still the same bright and white.

She held up the talking sword to her face.

"You need to explain a lot of things to me, katana."

"Call me Hailstorm." Said the irate sword, who's name sounds pretty familiar for Nikita, yet she cannot remember.