It was a cloudy afternoon in the city of Tokyo, Japan. The streets were full of cars waiting anxiously to get home before it started to rain. Those without cars waiting in buildings, wondering if the worst was to come. It was time for a typhoon to hit. The only person not running for safety was Amaya. Amaya was a human female with waist long black hair and ocean blue eyes that craved for excitement. She was eighteen years old, left without parents, house, and money. She was living on the streets and was starving. Amaya wore worn out jean shorts and an overly large tee-shirt. The only thing valuable on her body was a silver medallion with an opal set in the middle with an emerald to its left and a garnet on the right. It was given to her by her parents.
She looked up at the rain started to gradually increase in size and force as they hit the ground.
Amaya walked slowly over to her parent's grave in the local crowded cemetery where her parents were buried and found the tomb stone. She sat down on top of her family's graves. She leaned on her mother cold tombstone and gently closed her eyes as she ran her fingers over the stone on the medallion. She shivered for a while and the rain began to cease. It must have been a false alarm. Typhoon season was always the worst. Amaya fell asleep, medallion clutched in her hand.
When Amaya woke up she was in the middle of a village. A Village? Amaya stood up and dusted herself off. The sun was just rising and the Village people began to wake from slumber. Suddenly there was a blade at her throat. Not just any blade, however, it was a pure steel katana. "Who are you and how did you get past our defenses?" A male voice demanded behind her. "My name? My name is Amaya I don't know how I got here. Where am I? WHEN am I?"
The katana man drew his blade back and turned her around. "What do you mean WHEN are you? It is Feudal Era Japan fool! We are in the middle of a WAR! This is no place to get mixed up in things like this, especially for a woman!" Amaya gasped. "FEAUDAL ERA?! What the hell? Holy Shit….Oh my god…." The soldier gave Amaya a suspicious look. "You are an odd woman; however there have been other like you who hold the same case." The soldier looked down at her amulet and his eyebrow raised. "And each one had a different colored medallion but with the same gem arrangement…" He sighed with a grunt at the end. "Just don't cause any trouble. You spread rumors like that and the people will burn you alive thinking that you are a bad omen." Amaya put on a confused yet shocking expression on her face. The soldier laughed at her expression and said "Miss I was KIDDING! You should not take things so seriously. Many unusual things come into this village monthly and yours is not the most unusual we have seen here. Just don't do anything to make you look bad okay?" Amaya nodded with uncertainty.
"How strange this place is…" She thought out loud. Villagers were already bustling to get their daily routines done and have time at the end of the day to relax. The soldier was patrolling the village for a while and smiled each time Amaya strolled by. She chatted with a few villagers, wondering where she might be able to take refuge. Most pointed in the same direction. They all said "Oh the Sensei may be able to house you. He has taken in the homeless for many years and judging by your awkward clothing you may need his judgment." They joked. Amaya always nodded politely to them and took their word for it. She was on her way to "The Large House on the Hill".
The name of the house was "The Large House on the Hill" because it was indeed a large house and was most definably on a hill.
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