Hiroshima Japan: 2,354 BC
Yamaji Nori was traditionally a peaceful man. He rarely, if ever resorted to violence, and would rather, just talk a situation out, rather than fight. However, after his wife, farm, and entire life was threatened, he had no choice but to break his vow to peacefulness. Now, with everything that mattered to him on the line, he would do anything to defeat the one thing that stood in his way.
Moriai Sakutaro was a thief. He loved things. Tangible objects that held high monetary value. And Yamaji Nori possessed an item that fit that bill perfectly; the Jar of Spirits. Some say that the artifact could absorb and contain the souls of those killed by its wielder. Moriai Sakutaro did not belief that. All he knew was that it had a large price on it, and that he would make a large sum of money from anyone who he sold it to. Yamaji Nori, however knew how powerful it actually was, and knew that he must keep it away from any petty thief.
Moriai had broken into Yamaji's house, and the two men went at each other with their weapons, taking every possible chance they had at taking the other down.
"You know not the power you are trying to yield." Yamaji stated. "It is more powerful than anything you could possibly imagine." He kept his wife safely behind him, doing everything in his power to keep her safe.
"You are just as superstitious as everyone else, believing that an elegant jar holds any supernatural power." Moriai refuted. "If you will not willingly hand it over to me, I will just take it from you."
They continued to strike at each other. For a moment, Yamaji appeared to have the advantage. Finally, Moriai took a hard blow at Yamaji, cutting his left hand, which was holding the sword, off of his arm.
"AAAHHH!" Yamaji shouted. Without hesitating, Moriai lifted his sword, and delivered the final blow to Yamaji, and killed him.
"NO!" Yamaji's wife shouted, as she ran over to her husband's lifeless body, and began to cry over him.
"For all of his faults," Moriai began. "He died an honorable death. Defending the one he loved." He walked over to the shelf where the Jar of Spirits was being held. He reached up, and grabbed it with his hand, pulling it off of the shelf. He started to walk towards the exit of the house, not paying attention to anything else there, when he heard someone speak:
"This will not be the end." Yamaji's wife stated. "On this day, I shout this curse, that you, myself, and Yamaji, may be reincarnated one day, and we will settle the battle that was started right here, once and for all!"
"Silly superstitious woman." Moriai stated. "Your words mean nothing. I killed Yamaji. The battle IS over." As he stated that, the Jar of Spirits began to glow in a bright, green light. Moriai was shocked as he watched the jar glow, until after a few seconds, it died down, and it was over.
"See, it is far from over." Yamaji's wife stated. "One day, we will all be back, and you will finally get what you deserve!"
With an angered look on his face, without saying a word, Moriai lifted his sword to Yamaji's wife, and killed her right there.
"I do not believe in spirits, or the supernatural." Moriai stated. The battle is over now, and forever." With that, he walked out of the house with the jar, with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
Hiroshima Japan, 1945 AD.
After years of war throughout the world, the US Military dropped two nuclear bombs on Japan: Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Off of the coast of Hiroshima sat a small, deserted island. A small, theropod dinosaur stood on the coast, feasting on a dead shark that washed up on the shore, when it heard the sound of the bomb drop in Hiroshima. It looked up, and saw the cloud of smoke, fire and radiation coming its way. Before it had a chance to run, it was engulfed in the cloud. The force was so strong, a tidal wave submerged much of the island, leaving the creature under the waves, covered in nuclear radiation.
April 6th, 2018 AD. Savanna, Georgia
"Luke." A woman called out. "Luke, come here!"
As she shouted, a seventeen-year-old boy walked into the kitchen, where the woman was standing over a pot on the stove.
"Yes ma'am?" Luke asked.
"Dinner is ready." Luke's mother replied. "Go let Madison know it is time to eat."
Luke nodded in obedience, and turned to leave the kitchen. He walked down the hall to a closed door, and slowly began to open it. In the room, he saw his fourteen-year-old sister sitting on her bed. Since she was deaf, he started to use sign language to talk to her.
'Madison, dinner is rea…' He signed, before noticing the wall on the right side of the room, which Madison was staring at. "Mom! Mom, come here!" He shouted down the hallway.
His mother came running into the room, where she quickly saw what was concerning Luke. On the were hundreds of sheets of paper, all taped to it. Each sheet had scribbling on it, that when placed in a certain order, came together to show a horrifying scene.
It was a mural of a city, on fire and in ruins. Building were crumbling, and there was fire surrounding them. The sky was colored not with blues, but with reds, browns and oranges. That was not the focal point of the mural, though. That went to three giant creatures, standing as tall, if not taller than the ruined buildings beside them: a giant butterfly/moth, an upright lizard with blue spikes on its back, and a dragon with three heads, painted entirely in gold.
Luke and their mother turned around to Madison. In response, Madison quickly signed:
'I've been seeing this in my dreams for weeks. I knew it had to be more than a nightmare. I just had to draw it out.'
Their mother walked over to the wall, and pointed at the moth, and signed: 'What is this?'
Madison got off of her bed, walked over to the wall, and replied; 'She's a goddess. And he is a god.' She signed, pointing at both the moth, and the upright lizard.
'Their gods?' The mother signed in response. Madison nodded. 'And, is that one a god too?' Their mother asked, as she pointed to the dragon.
'No,' Madison replied. 'That one is the devil.'
With that, Luke and his mother ran out of the room, and down the hall back into the kitchen. Once their she picked up the phone, and started to dial a number.
"What are you doing?" Luke asked.
"I am calling to schedule an appointment with a therapist for her." His mother replied, holding the phone up to her ear.
"Is that the only thing you know how to do when any sort of trouble arises with her?" Luke asked, with a sound of slight disgust in his voice. "Any time we have any sort of hardship with her, you immediately just want to call a doctor and get her on more medication, instead of actually helping her."
"Doing this does help her." His mother replied, as she was on hold with the therapist.
"I mean actually help her, like being a mother to her. Maybe try to help her with whatever problems she's dealing with." Luke refuted.
"Luke, she is hard to deal with." His mother replied, with an annoyed sound to her voice. "She's different, and I have a hard time working with 'different' people." As she finished her statement, the therapist picked up on the other end.
"Hello Dr. Greens." She stated. "This is Lucy Danvers. I'm calling to schedule an appointment for Madison again. She's having, uhm, dreams, again."
As she was talking, Luke heard something move behind him. He turned around, and saw Madison standing there, watching their conversation.
'It's ok.' Luke signed. 'We'll get it all figured out. Don't worry.'
Madison nodded, and came and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Monday, April 9th. We will be there." Lucy stated on the phone. "Thank you so much, Dr. Greens." She removed the phone from her ear, and hung up.
"There, we'll take her there on Monday, and hopefully we'll get that solved." She said to Luke.
"Sure," He replied. "Let's just add another pill to her medicine box."
"I don't know what you want me to do." Lucy refuted. "This is the only thing I know to do."
"Yeah. Let's just hope that this isn't a problem medicine can't heal." Luke replied.
With that, Lucy and Luke began to dish out spaghetti and salad onto three plates, and took them to the table, where the three of them started to eat.