I do not own Waka, Okami or any other things of the game Okami. I do own Yima, however. This is my first story, and also my first story that I'm trying to write in English. If there are any mistakes, please contact me.
For so many times, she asked herself the same question: "Who am I?" And she'd never expected to get an answer on this question. She still wasn't sure who her parents were, or which street was her former house. But she knew now.
It was evening, and a breeze made the evening air nice and cooling. The breeze flew over the water, but the Dragonians didn't notice it. Orka did, but for him, it didn't matter. But for a girl, it did matter. It was her destiny. The breeze did the girl woke up. Her skin was pale, and her eyes blue. They were bottomless pits, deeper than the deepest sea. And sometimes, colder than the moon. Her hair was short and blonde, almost white. She was clothed in a simple kimono. It was grey, without decorations. She stood up. She had no memories. She even didn't remember her own name. She had a necklace, silver. It had a character. She couldn't read it. On that moment, she realized that she didn't know her surroundings. She turned back, but there was a big tree for her gaze, filled with blossoms. She walked around the tree, seeing that she was on a small island. She saw a coast, unknown for her, and sighted. "Where in the world am I?" she asked herself. She frowned. Was this her voice? She felt stupid. She didn't recognize her own voice! She was hungry, and there was no fruit in this tree. She could do two things: Wait for someone, or swim. She decided to do the stupid thing of all: Wait. She waited hours, and she fell asleep, leaning against the trunk.
She woke up from a sound. There stood a man before him. His clothes were dirty. He was tall. "Are you all right, girl?" He asked. He didn't sound nice, more violently. "Yes, sir" she said. "Come with me, I'll bring you to the coast" the man said. The girl didn't thrust him. But, what if he was the only for months who came here? She followed him. He had a boat. The girl stepped in, and so did the man. He beated her, with a big branch. She lost her vision, and all turned black.
She woke up. The first she noticed, was that she wasn't outside. And she was bounded. She tried to move, but ropes were tied around her body. She heard the sound of a knife which was sharpened. Not far away, the man was sleeping. "Help!" she said, weakly. A women's voice. "Ah, you're awake. Well, prepare to die. You'll be our feast!" the woman laughed sadistic. The sound of things being shoved. Screams. The man waked up. He ran out of the house, the cottage. A fight. The girl didn't knew how it ended. But after a while, there was a man. But not the one who woke up. He got a weird hat, and ugly clothes. Blue eyes, just like hers, looked concerned in hers. "Are you alright?" he asked. He talked weird. But the girl had the feeling that she liked him...