Miya walked in the back of the group, not taking her eyes off the I-pod she held in her hand
Miya walked in the back of the group, not taking her eyes off the I-pod she held in her hand. Her class walked through the entrance to the Higurashi Shrine, and was greeted by a middle-aged woman who was smiling at the group, beckoning them in. Behind her was a short, old man who seemed quite eccentric and kept babbling about ancient artifacts and sutras.
Miya mouthed the words to her song as she looked around the shrine to see if it was legit.
Her senior class was in it's last month of the school year and her history teacher decided that it would be more fun if they could actually go to the shrines instead of looking at the pictures in a textbook. So far this was # 10 and most of the others had been either abandoned or fakes.
However only Miya knew this because she could 'see'.
Miya had become aware of her 'gift' when she was around 5 when her friend at school said that she didn't see the man who was standing right in front of them. At first she was confused, but soon Miya figured out that he was a spirit and only she could see him. She also realized that she could see spiritual auras too. Over the years Miya practiced and mastered her 'gift' so now she can not only talk to spirits, but view their memories as well.
Miya glanced around again to make sure she didn't miss anything.
Nope, nothing.
Normally shrines, real ones, gave off a blue glow from all the spiritual activity. This shrine did have a glow but it was very faint, almost non-existent; which meant that it's glory days had passed and it now served no other purpose then a tourist location.
Miya sighed from boredom and turned her music up to drown out the old man's ramblings; she could see that many of her other classmates were tuning him out as well. Almost everyone had turned to talk with their friends about what they were going to do over the summer or what university they were applying to.
Miya ignored them as well, she had always been the odd one out and she was sure no one would bother to start a conversation with her.
Her short black hair had purple streaks in it and her eyes were a bright silver. Most people thought her looks was a bit off-putting and intimidating and combined with her reputation it kept almost everyone from approaching her.
As her group moved towards what looked to be a shed the wind blew making all the girls shiver and scoot closer to their classmates. Miya grinned, glad that she had decided to throw on a pair of black jeans and a band tee instead of the annoying uniform that had to be adjusted every few seconds so she didn't flash anyone.
The tour continued through the shed that held some old rusty swords and a well; most of the class yawned and hoped that the rest of the tour was more exciting than the shed had been. Soon they were led back outside to look at the sacred tree; no one noticed that Miya had not moved from her spot since the moment they entered the shed.
She was looking, no, staring at the well with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. In fact her face looked quite idiotic, but she couldn't care less all her attention was on the well.
It was glowing.
Not a soft blue light either, but more of a blinding white light. Miya had to shield her eyes to look directly at it. The aura of the well was one of the strongest she had ever seen.
Miya stepped closer to the well and leaned over it to look inside. The light seemed to get brighter down into the well.
She wondered why the aura was so intense down there. Maybe someone had dropped a powerful artifact down there or maybe it was the well itself.
"Well," she said, "There's only one way to find out." So she put one foot up on the frame and even though she couldn't see the bottom, Miya jumped in.