Prologue
A young girl, around16 or 17 years of age, was walking on the dark streets of late night Tokyo. Her long blonde hair looked gray on the little light the desert street provided and her skin was so pale you would swear you were seeing a ghost. She wore a black coat, which seemed one size bigger and equally dark jeans, which were almost the right size. Her hair was down and around her neck were a blue Buddhist necklace as well as another simple chain with a blue stone.
She was carrying her groceries and didn't show any emotion, different from other people in Tokyo, who were laughing and playing in the snow, happy because the Holydays were near. But not the girl; She just walked on the dark cold street with no expression on her face whatsoever.
There was a spirit of another young girl floating behind her. By her clothes she seemed to have been alive 600 years before. She floated behind the young woman, looking around with curious eyes. But suddenly she stopped "walking."
"What's the matter?" she living girl asked, looking at the spirit, without showing any emotions.
"Nothing… Is just… I just had a weird feeling." The spirit replied.
Rolling her eyes, the young woman continued to walk. This was a usual thing for them. She would have a weird feeling and then something would happen.
Soon they heard a beeping sound. They already knew what it was, knew what it meant. So that was what she felt.
"The third battle! Finally! Who are we fighting?" asked the spirit exited, now back to her usual, cheerful and childish self.
The young woman raised the sleeves of her coat, reveling a black oracle bell.
"Horo-Horo" A smirk appeared on her lips, as she read out loud the name on the oracle bell.
"Horo-Horo?" the spirit was laughing hard. The girl knew that now that the spirit was back to her usual self it would take some time until silence that she treasured was back. It always took some time to make that spirit shut up.
"Don't underestimate him." She warned, trying to ignore the fact that the spirit was acting like an annoying 6 year old little girl "His name may be weird, but he is a strong shaman. He is one of the old contestants. And because he is a shaman that uses ice he will be in advantage, considering the snow."
"And how do you think the battle will turn out?" now the spirit was a little worried.
"He may be strong, but he's still not stronger than us."
"So this means…"
"We already won." Completed the sentence. Then she looked up at the sky "Horo-Horo. It's going to be interesting to fight an old acquaintance."
"So what do we do now? Are we going to change out daily routine?"
"No. We will do what we always do." She answered, walking again "Go home, prepare dinner, eat, take a bath, sleep, wake up, train and start all over again."
"Whatever you say, Anna…"
Prologue Finished
