Scribbler's note: they say ideas are a dime a dozen. Well, here's a dime's worth. Close your eyes, and imagine what the stories might have been like, had someone actually written them...
Uruwa was having nightmares again. It was no surprise he had nightmares; there was a war on, after all. But these nightmares were different. They were...specific.
He was seeing five young women. Girls who had been friends, and teammates, and closer than sisters in the distant past. They would be so again in the glittering future. But in the now they did not know each other, and did not know their full identities. Yet, with memories of other times coming to lift their spirits, they endured, and they fought against the evil around them...
There was the slim, foreign-educated one, with the long fine hair. In the California Desert, and behind barbed wire, she had only the power of love and the help of strange white cat to fight a family of fox spirits grown desperate and dangerous in captivity.
Aino Minako -- The Skinwalkers
The fiery young woman had seen the family-owned shrine forced to become a mouthpiece of the military's propaganda. And now her Grandfather was under investigation on a morals charge. She had little taste for hypocrisy and a very short fuse, and the present situation could not continue...
Hino Rei -- The Pen and the Sword
She had short, jet-black hair that glinted in the light. She and the other student nurses of Okinawa had little but cotton bandages and sympathy to treat the horribly injured soldiers that filled the wards. But even water, from the hands of this one shy, dedicated young woman, could perform miracles...
Mizuno Ami -- The Water of Life
The tall girl had her head still high though hunger hollowed her cheeks. In an abandoned shrine in the bustling seaport city she worked to take care of war orphans like herself. Until there came a blinding flash, and then there was nothing but shadows...
Makoto Kino -- A Light in the Sky
She had long fine hair in a strange archaic style, and her father was a photographer with access to the Emperor. Only the voice of their monarch could end the bloody war and save the people of Japan. And only a schoolgirl -- a daughter of samurai -- could get through the military blockades around the radio station with that all-important tape.
Tskino Usagi -- The Voice of the Crane
The year is 1944. And the Negaverse is the least of their worries.
