Name: Aio Kanji

Age: 18

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 132 lbs.

Province of Origin: Japan

"Konichiwa, Kanji-san."

I remember when I first met a National. It was when I was going to be accepted as a priest in my town's temple. I was only a young child then, priesthood started at seven years old for the boys, and I was very shy. A strange man walked in. He talked to my father for a while before looking at me with gentle cherry wood eyes, "So, is this the little one you talked so fondly of?" He smiled at me and I walked towards him. "What is your name, little one?" I remember feeling really nervous but I spoke, "A-Aio Kanji..." He smiled before bowing, "Kiku Honda." My dad looked at me before smiling, pointing to the man, and saying one word , "Nihon."

Nihon. It felt as though every emotion was going through my veins.

This man was a National, a person who represented a country. They were very important people in society. But, why was he at my priest acceptance? Out of everyone, why me? I didn't know that I was engraved and entwined with the only priest family in all of Japan. I didn't know that the Kanji family was very important. I looked at him and bowed in respect, "Arigato, Honda-sama." My father told me tales and stories of these people, and told me that I should treat them with great respect.

The ceremony began, I walked up to The Well of Priests. It was supposed to show you something if you were meant to be a priest, if you weren't then it would pull you in and drown you. I started to look, until I noticed that my parents were gone. I had to be alone. I gulped and tried to look. I couldn't do it. I was too scared. What if I wasn't meant to be a priest? I didn't want to cry, it would bring dishonor. Then, I felt a hand on my back. I looked up to see the man again. He smiled and said, "Every thing will be okay, Kanji-chan." His presence calmed me, I tried again and saw...An oak tree. I let out a sigh of relief, an oak tree meant prosperity and long life. I was going to be okay. I turned around, but he was gone.

I have no clue where he went, but all my parents told me was that he walked up to them and said, "Your son will one day be a light when everyone is left in darkness." And he left. I didn't understand it at first, but now I think I do. I have to go back, and make the world how it was before The Empire took over. Back to the world I knew as a child.