Journal Entry #149 Date: 3/25/05 Time: 11:50pm

Subject: Thinking a little too much

You know I really have been thinking too much. I realized that I really hate the life I'm stuck living. I think what I really want would be to live in the places I see on TV. I want to be in the Feudal era of Japan and to have adventures and fight in battles. I would love to come face to face with demons and other creatures that we would find strange in today's world. I would love to dress in the rare silk garments of a high princess and be able to be free. Anything would be better than being bored with my life as the daughter if a complete slob. I just want to live my life and love living it.

I'll post another entry tomorrow.

-Aralyn Matsumoto

Aralyn, an eighteen year old beauty sat at her computer, just finishing the entry she puts daily on an online journal. Just about to sign off her computer a message popped up.

ScarOfTheSpider: Tired of living a boring life? Go take a walk, maybe your wished will come true.

Aralyn stared at the message…who is this guy? He's not on my buddy list.

SpiderCharmer: Who are you?

Almost immediately a response came…

ScarOfTheSpider: A miracle worker, no just do as I say Aralyn.

Unsure of what to do and a little freaked out Aralyn turned off her computer. Aralyn closed her eyes trying to decide whether to go outside or not. Nodding Aralyn stands up and pulls a tank top on over her bra and a pair of shorts on as well, she was going to humor this guy…anyways what did she have to lose? Nothing but her life.

Walking out of her room Aralyn made her way downstairs as quietly as possible. Sliding open the front door she slipped on her shoes and walked out into the moonlight. The sky was beautiful but very odd looking. There were many clouds but the clouds around the moon, which was full, were almost blood red. Aralyn's eyes grew wide as she realized that the color of those clouds matched her eyes…blood red. Taking a deep breath Aralyn took a step out into the damp grass. Keeping her defenses up she looked around her dimly lit yard.

"Where do I go?" Aralyn asked out loud, not expecting an answer, but when she got one she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Just walk…pay no attention to direction." A man's smooth voice came from what seemed like all around her.

Doing as the voice said Amaya began walking through the grass of her yard. Without knowing it Aralyn was headed straight towards the back shed of which her father always had locked. She was forbidden to look inside. He had said it was because of some evil but seeing that he was always drunk she didn't really know whether to believe him or not.

Right now it was as if Aralyn's feet where acting upon themselves, leading her right toward the shed. Noticing where she was headed Aralyn stopped about two feet in front of the shed's door. Looking at it she noticed some sort of aura surrounding the old rustic shed and that the padlock on it was broken. Reaching her hand out Aralyn grabbed the broken lock. It was thick metal…not even breakable. Brows furrowed Aralyn placed her hand on the door and pushed it open an inch.

Before she could realize it the door flew open with unbelievable force, as if sucked open. The shed began to pull Aralyn towards it along with the air and everything else around her…almost like a black hole. Something inside the shed caught her eye as she held onto the door frame. It looked like a shadow of a man with long hair, it almost looked as if he were in a kimono. Whatever was sucking all the air in began to pull her so hard that Aralyn was using all her strength to hold onto the door frame.

Soon the air began to be sucked in harder; as if the shed or whatever was in it realized that it would have to work harder to get her. Feeling her fingers begin to slip off the frame Aralyn closed her eyes tightly.

"Here's to adventure…" Aralyn told herself as she let go of the door frame, letting her body get sucked into something that made her want to throw up. The last thing Aralyn felt were two large, strong hands grabbing her arms before something hit her in the back of the neck and knocked her out cold.