TAMA NO MIKO
Chapter 1: The Miko
One day a young almost French girl named Su-Z was walking to the cellar to milk the cow, when she tripped and fell on a bowl of Jell-O. "I don't like grape peanut butter," she mumbled before blacking out.
"How can someone be almost French?" asked a precocious little child in the audience. The narrator ignored this annoying little imp, and continued with her story {note that Clefster1 is not the narrator of this one.}
When the young girl awoke she was sitting on a large gingerbread house. Normally she would have been excited by the very idea of an edible hovel, but she was at the moment being distracted by a girl with long curly blonde hair sitting yoga style on a magic carpet floating in front of her face.
"Are you the one?" asked the seemingly harmless…person.
"Probably, considering this is how every really good fantasy writer that doesn't know how to start their story does it. Maybe this time it won't be about the English monarchy and drugs, but alas I fear it is too late now," The narrator gave her an annoyed glance. As she finished her comment Su-z started humming Lady Marmalade.
"That's it!" The girl, who for now we'll just call K-T.
"nani?" Su-z asked blankly.
"That is the ancient tune of Tama, and you are the Tama no Miko!"
"…blink blink," Su-Z was perplexed, but not one to miss out on a good time and possibly get some sake along the way she went along with it and asked, "Wow, sounds important, what do I have to do?"
KT turned her head towards the sunrise and looked out over the country, "This is the Universe of the Five Gods, and you are to be the priestess of the fifth, Tama the cat. You must gather the seven seishi of Tama to summon the great god and have your most precious wish granted."
"I don't really have a wish so…"
"Of course you have a wish, you're a miko. Don't you want to return to your home?"
"Dude, I am sitting on a cottage made from ginger bread. I think I'm fine where I am."
"I am a failure as a poet," K-T sobbed and disappeared into a puff of smoke.
Su-Z stayed where she was and mnched on a shingle while pondering infinity. She figured after she had successfully annoyed the narrator by doing nothing for days on end, she would begin her quest…