Chapter 0: Prologue
This story starts on a small island in the north blue, where a dream is about to start.
The cloudy sky layers itself above the island, small amounts of light shining through holes in the darkened sky. A small village in the east of the island is now just waking up and heading out into the snow. A young child, not even 10 bursts through the door and runs up to the house next door, yelling "Akihiko, wake up!" That young child is me, Shimon D. Nakae. Akihiko slowly opens the door, obviously tired from the night before. The night before was eventful, and it resulted in cuts and claw marks on Akihiko and deep cuts on my back. It pains me just thinking about it. 'It all started a week ago, in the forest of our island, Hyōsetsu Island. We were out harvesting the fruits that grow in the winter, when suddenly the winds picked up and hail pelted us. We were forced to take shelter in the nearest cave, luckily there weren't any bears. For the next 7 days we took shelter in the cave and ate what we had harvested, but it wasn't enough. We started to hallucinate and freeze, when suddenly a loud roar flung itself through the cave. We look into the deeper regions of the cave, seeing red eyes light up and sprint towards me and Akihiko. We quickly jolt up and dart out of the cave, the giant beast still coming at us at full speed. We make it about 400 feet from the entrance of the cave when I get clawed in the back by the gigantic snow leopard. We realize now that this is the beast that is feared by the whole island, Kōri.
I have blood running down my back, my coat now ripped and drenched in blood. Taking a closer look at the beast as I am laying on my back, it has 4 ears, and 2 tails. It is nearly 30 feet tall and easily 40 feet long. As I am lying there, it attacks Akihiko, slamming him against a tree in the process. He claws Akihiko and bites him, screams of agony echoing throughout the forest. "AKIHIKO!" I ran up after grabbing a large stick and kept hitting Kōri as he made Akihiko closer to death which each bite. I kept swinging, but as I did that, the sound of a katana sliding out of its sheath came from above. A quick silhouette dropped upon the leopard's head, Blood now squirting from the wound on its head.
The leopard drops to its side, blood still flowing from the hole now in its head. A man, in his early forties, stands up and pulls the sword from Kōri's head. "Are you children okay?" We are too stunned to reply, losing more blood as we just sit there. This man treats our wounds and sends us off in the direction of town. He leaves deeper into the forest as we went home.'
