Naomi looked shocked, her golden eyes were troubled, "No name…certainly someone gave you a name…"
"Yes." The girl answered, "My mistress called me something. But I hated it." Her eyes then began to tear up…she never wanted to do that again, she never wanted to be used to that extent. Ever.
"I see…So no one ever gave you a name?"
"Well." The girl looked up, as she made herself more comfortable in the grass, "A long time ago someone called me Ky."
"Ky…that sounds like a cute little nickname…hmmm, how about Kyrinn?" Naomi suggested.
"Kyrinn? Why Kyrinn?"
"Well…I had a sister a long time ago, she died, and she looked a lot like you," Naomi began to explain, "Her name was Rinn."
"Oh…..I see…..Kyrinn….Kyrinn." the girl said, testing it out.
"Kyrinn." Naomi said, as if affirming the idea.
"Yeah. I like it. Kyrinn."
And so, from that day on, the nameless girl was called Kyrinn. For many more years she traveled and trained with Naomi, who quickly became her best friend. There inseparability was the one weakness they both shared. Especially Kyrinn.
The day was a normal day for Kyrinn. Life had changed so dramatically for her in the last couple hundred years. She was truly happy. She now wore her dark golden hair in a short due that fell almost to her shoulders and her face was always adorned with a smile. What she didn't know was how much she was envied by so many because of how close she was to Naomi, for Naomi was a loner and Naomi was powerful….it happened in a blink of an eye, a assassin, sent out to kill the girl came and shot a very deadly arrow….but, it missed it's mark. At the last moment Naomi not only saw the intention, but jumped out in front, taking the shot instead and falling to the ground.
"Naomi!" Kyrinn yelled, as she tried to start healing her.
"Go!" Naomi yelled, "I'll be fine! Please, they're after you!"
"Me! Why me!"
"Go!"
"I can't. She said, holding the hand of her instructor, her mentor, her best friend.
"Kyrinn." Naomi choked, as she realized that she was quickly dying, "Please, remember: it's better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all—please?"
"All right…I'll remember…always." She promised and with that, Naomi died. Kyrinn felt a tear fall down her face as she saw the finality of her friend's death—and with that she ran, ran as far and as fast as she could, only to find herself in a very strange place, with loud noises and bright lights. That night she fell asleep in an aisle, not knowing where she was or what she was going to do: not knowing, she had somehow crossed over to the human world, and was now in Japan.