Her name was Harati Konsaga. She came from a small family whose ancestors helped establish the small settlement of Konaki. There was only one difference between her family and the handful of others that lived in that peaceful village.

They were Seers.

Since before Konsaga history was return and archived, it was known across their world of the immense power the women of the family held.

Every woman, and only the women, was blessed with the second vision. They held the power to see the past, the future and the hidden. Deceivers were unsafe in their presence, as it was known that their legendary emerald eyes could see passed any falsehood and deception.

There were those, of course, that claimed them witches, workers of the evil spirits. But the malicious remarks were ignored, for usually the source of them was an embittered liar, found guilty by the knowledge of one of the Konsaga woman.

With such power comes heavy consequences and it was not unusual for the life of the Konsaga woman to end shortly and tragically. It was the price of the gifts from the spirits. Unfortunately Harati's story ends no less tragically than the Konsaga woman before her.

She was born on a night of the full moons. Her birth was long and hard on the small-framed mother, and before she could welcome her child into her world, she died, her last breath spent on whispered words of love to her child. So her life began alone. With no father she was given to the local merchant and his wife, for they had longed many years for a child and had yet to be blessed with one.

So she grew under the love and protection of the merchant and his wife, with only the red pendent of her mothers to remind her of her heritage. As the only remaining Konsaga woman left, the merchant and his wife felt it their duty to provide her with as much information on her gift as possible. And soon, as she grew in to a woman, her strength and power grew. But so did her charms. Like her mother before her, Herati was a beauty. Her emerald eyes shone with strength and knowledge, her body was graceful and her voice as soothing as waves lapping upon a shore. Men from far across the country travelled, as they had done for her mother, to catch a glimpse of this rare jewel, but Harati had eyes for only one. He was Yasuro Kanzaki, a wealthy merchant from a distant city. They had first met when she was fourteen and accidentally wondered into a meeting between Yasuro and her father. Their eyes had met and gazes held, until she apologetically curtsied and backed out of the room. But it was done. Two souls had found each other and were determined not to lose one another again. Yasuro came back constantly throughout the years, charming her, and watching her grow to become a woman. It was on the eve of her eighteenth birthday that he managed to get her by herself and asked to share the rest of his life with her.

They were married a year later.

Their lives filled with peace and love. They spent the days thinking of one another and the nights wrapped tightly against each other. And soon enough they were blessed with a symbol of their love, a child.

The labour was hard and long but Harati had the strength of her husband to carry her through it, and so Hitomi was born.

The child completed them. She was the image of her mother, large emerald eyes, and thick sandy hair, but it was her fathers' mischievous and playful spirit that was first noticed in their child. But still she was a Konsaga woman. And she possessed all the gifts that her mother and grandmother and all Konsaga women had. Yet somehow Hitomi's power was different. It was stronger, more raw and powerful in Hitomi and this scared Harati.

The years passed quickly for the small Kanzaki family and soon Hitomi was three.

But tension grew, during his years in business Yasuro gained many enemies, some harmless an others with influence and held very great power.

On one crisp spring evening the Kanzaki family were sitting in the meadow next to their stately home. The parents were watching their infant daughter watch a Sansuri butterfly carefully land squarely on her little nose. Her cross-eyed gaze at the rainbow of colour on its wings sent her parents into adoring laughter. Tilting her head slightly Hitomi watched sadly as it spread it wings and flew to a neighbouring flower.

Hitomi did not notice the growing group of armed men walking towards her family, it was only at her mothers loud gasp did she realise that they were no longer alone. Quickly, before they reached them, Yasuro turned to Harati and softly spoke to her. Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head at his words, but Yasuro merely nodded gently and then softly traced the side of her face with his hand. Sobbing quietly she leaned into his caress and kissed his palm. He bent his head and softly kissed her, gripping her closer and then gently prying her away form him. 'Go' he whispered, as he held her away from him. Shutting her eyes she nodded and turned, running towards Hitomi. Hurriedly picking the confused child up she began to run toward the forest at the end of their estate. But feeling his gaze on her she turned to see him hold his hand out towards her, fingers stretched out longing to hold her. She watched as his jaw clenched and his fingers were made into a fist before he dropped his hand and turned to the on coming attackers. Sobbing gently Harati turned and made her way into the forest with her silent child.

She ran. She ran until she could not stand. With her daughter clung to her chest she tripped and stumbled her way to safety. Finding a small clearing, hidden by the overgrowth, she stopped, shaking, sobs still wracking her body and gently put her child down. Reaching around her neck she removed the red pendent of her mothers and placed it around Hitomi's neck. 'Forgive me Hitomi,' she whispered brokenly to her child 'I cannot leave him to die alone.' Gently stroking her daughter thick sandy hair she continued ' Remember who you are, you are Hitomi Konsaga Kanzaki, daughter of the spirits and of the forest. You are destined for greatness for your power is beyond any seen before, and you are destined for love, I have seen it and it will be so. Do not be scared for your father and I will be with you always, just as our love for you will never die.' Gently she leaned down and kissed her small nose. 'I hope one day you will forgive me for leaving you now but know this, whenever you need guidance, look towards the pendent. It will guide you to your future, for it is the spirit Konsaga women who control it. And I will be there as it is my destiny to, and one day you too will join us. But not yet. Not for a long time still. There is still so much you are going to do.'

Looking deep into her daughters knowing eyes, she whispered ancient words, a spell, an enchantment to hold her words forever for Hitomi to hear. And with on last gentle kiss, and a last whispered 'We love you', she was gone.

Harati Konsaga Kanzaki was never seen alive again

And so was left the daughter, Hitomi. And like her mother before her she began her journey alone.