"Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change."

~Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

She was finally going to meet her long-distance friend. She had traveled all the way from America to come here to Japan to finally meet her pen pal she first wrote to when she was in elementary school.

Her wild frizzy mane she called hair moved slightly as a nice warm breeze blew by. Most would call it a nice natural look, she calls it a disaster that can be slightly tamed.

Japan wasn't so bad. The food smelled nice, the food also tasted nice, and did she forget to mention the food? And yeah, the stares were a little nerve-wracking but she was used to it. After all, a black girl with natural amber colored eyes isn't something you don't see every day. Or it could be the fact she ordered ten sticks of yakitori.

She soon got to her destination in which her pen pal was supposed to meet her. The place they were supposed to meet was a shrine, which just so happened to be up a long flight of stairs. And she just so happens to be carrying a giant brown backpack on her back and two heavy suitcases with her name stitched into then. With a quiet sigh, she begrudgingly took the journey up, lugging her stuff along with her up the stairs.

By the time she reached the top her grey t-shirt and ridiculous grey cat eared pullover hoodie was covered in sweat. Her black sweat pants felt like they were sticking to her legs while the black steel-toed boots she decided to wear felt wet and uncomfortable on the inside. Seeing a giant tree little ways over she decided to lean against it.

Then a bright flash of pinkish or purplish light blinded the area.

It was so sudden for her. One moment she was leaning against a giant tree, the next moment she's falling through the air only to land on top of a two-headed dragon.

Rolling off of the creature the girl landed on the ground. Slowly she sat up only to come nose to muzzle with one of the heads of the dragon. It puffed out a burst of air from its nostrils before turning to eat some grass. Sighing in relief the girl inspected her surroundings.

Her and the dragon, or what she hoped was a dragon, were in a clearing of trees. From what she could tell, surrounding her was a forest. Sounds of wildlife and the munching of grass permitted the somewhat silent air. It's was obviously daytime since the sun was high up in the blue sky. If she were to guess, it was probably high noon.

Looking around again she saw her backpack laying at least three feet over to her right. The top zipper was slightly undone so a few of her belongings lay about on the grass. None of her other stuff seemed to be in sight. Slowly but carefully she got to her feet, shuffling over to her bag while also checking herself over for injuries.

Upon getting to her bag she noticed the only things out of it was one of her sketchbooks and a brush pen she bought not long ago. She bent down and slung her backpack on before grabbing the sketchbook and pen. As she got up her gaze landed on a man standing right in front of her.

In fright, she squeaked before quickly backing away, her back meeting the side of the two-headed dragon. The creature feeling the girl against its side The man who seemed to appear out of nowhere showed no outward expression as he blankly gazed upon the girl.

He had silvery white hair that was long and cascaded down to the back of his knees with short bangs covering his forehead. Tall and slender he was, with a fair complexion and a set of slanted golden orbs and slit pupils. On each of his cheeks where two magenta stripes along with a magenta stripe on each of his eyelids and a noticeable purple crescent moon upon his forehead. His ears were pointed and seemed to twitch just slightly when she took a step closer to the dragon.

His clothes were questionable though. From what she knows extensively from all the Asain history and culture she looked up, it was obvious his style of clothing was ancient. He on had armor, a spiked pauldron that covered his left shoulder which was attached to the top of what she knew to be called a cuirass with lotus petal faulds. He wore akimono, which was mostly white with a red and white cherry blossom flower crest at the collar and sleeves, along withsashinuki hakama which were gathered at the ankles, producing a "ballooning" effect, and black ankle-high boots.

All in all, he looked handsome with a slight feminine charm to his appearance. His facial expression still hadn't changed as he stood staring at the girl for what had been about six minutes. Finally, after staring for so long, as if assessing her, he spoke.

"You are trespassing on this Sesshomaru's land. Leave now or else I will end your life." he coldly ordered.

"What?"she asked cluelessly in English. Hearing her speak something he didn't understand caused the man to glare at her, but curiosity did spark a little in him.

"I will not repeat myself girl. Leave or face the consequences," he warned as he took a step towards her. Something in his tone must have clued the girl in that something was wrong. That he was threatening her.

"I'm sorry! I don't know how to speak much Japanese! Uh...uh..uh...He-Hello! My n-name is Ao Kohaku! I don't kn-know much Japanese, s-sorry!" she rushed in English before stammering in broken Japanese. She then bowed deeply, hands fidgeting at her sides. Standing up straight quickly the girl noticed the man looking at her with his blank face again, but his eyes showed slight interest and curiosity.

By now shock seemed to be finally settling into the girl. This man isn't normal. A two-headed dragon isn't normal. Falling from the sky wasn't normal. That freakishly squawking gremlin by the man wasn't normal either. No matter what, any of this wasn't normal.

With that final thought, her vision turned black and her body collapsed.