Literature
Red Thread
He remembered reading a legend, a long time ago, in the book of Japanese fairytales Japan had loaned to him. A legend about a red thread, tied to one's left pinky. A thread as red as the rising sun, that never broke, never snapped, but reached off and off into the distance, where it would connect to the one meant for you. Someday, that crimson red thread would lead to the one you were destined for.
He scoffed, slamming the book shut as he got to his feet. He was an old country, so old that he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't a nation. What was he doing reading a child's story; a story only those weak of mind could believe. A thread th