This is just the intro for Possession of Akina, and the outlines of the story. It will be written as if the main character, Doi Akina, is telling the story through her writings of her journal that she has now turned into a book many years later. I'm not sure if I will keep writing this story or not, it really depends on if people like it or not. I will leave it as just the intro for now and see if anyone is interested in how it sounds. If not, I have a few other ideas for stories. Please review and tell me what you think.


Intro

I remember everything so vividly. It's as if everything that happened that last week in the Ishigakure no sato was just yesterday. I was a scared little girl with no idea why I was being treated as I was. The pain that would shoot through my body whenever a rock would connect with some part of me. I had never been trained as a shinobi or in the arts. Yes, I had an unusual talent for invention, but I wasn't the kind of person who could even think of killing someone without breaking down and feeling sick. It didn't seem to matter to the parents of the village that I was no different than their own children that clung to their legs, trying to hid from who their parents blamed for the murder of the powerful leader of Ishigakure. I still don't understand how the people thought I was capable of such a thing. It's beyond me how those people's minds worked.

After living through what I have in the years past, I thought it wise to write down all of my "adventures," as I wish I could call them. But the stories are more of a time line of events that I have witnessed and managed to survive. Although I hope none of these happenings are ever relived by anyone else, I would like to share my stories with those who will listen. If you aren't, I can assure you that you are going to be wasting your time reading this.

From where I started and to where I am now are so different than I would have imagined as a little girl, so full of dreams and wishes that seem so far away anymore, it's sad really. The innocence that can be broken so easily by simple knowledge of the real world. The fantasy, the illution, that I made to drown out the nightmare of my reality, proved to be the thing that saved me in the end.

The book that I came to call the Possession of Akina.