Deep in the cavern at the roots of the Shashinboku, an egg near the westside is about to decend from

it's perch and shatter, leaving the Nyokai to fend for herself.

As if on cue, the egg fell the thirty or so feet from the top of the open space, to the hard packed

earthen floor. An audible sound filled the chamber that for twenty two years had been silent. Which

alerted the soul other occupant, that a new life had hatched.

The other hisen, who lived deep down where the nin'you grew, was old and hunched back. Though she

did wear the blue uniform of a nyosen, one could tell she was no one ordinary.

Her job was to care for all Nyokai during the few minutes of their life when they are dependent, and

also to tend to any unhatched eggs.

She trugged out, holding a latern that filled the deep cavern with light, she looked toward the west side,

and a smile grew on her worn face.

Carefully navigating around the sharp shards of the now shattered egg, she cast her light upon the

newly born creature.

Her head was of a female, the skin a golden color, and her black hair was cropped short to her

head. Looking down, the old woman, peered at her chest. Which was like that of a normal human,

it was colored the same golden color as her head.

Her smile soon turned into a frown, as she looked at the rest of the body. Although the Nyokai's

arms were wings, with hands at the end. Her legs were still like a humans, but she did have a

tail like a squirrl that was the same black as her hair and wing feathers.

"You are not a very good Nyokai..." The Old Woman frowned again, and petted the chimera's head.

Causing the creature to wake, sitting up, the black eyes of the Nyokai looked at her.

"Tanjun will be your name, Haku Tanjun as you, sadly, are not very complicated." The Old Woman began

going through her customary speech. "You have been given a surname because you carry a

very important mission, do you know what that is?"

Tanjun just looked at her, and tilted her head in a puzzleing manner. "Souki."

"Yes, your job is to care for you master, you fate was decided the moment your egg was

concieved below the holy tree."

Standing up on wobbly legs, the Nyokai fell onto the Old Woman who had to hold her up,

once stable, Tanjun began wandering around, looking curiously at every nook and cranny.

"Come, I will take you to your master," The Old Woman hobbled over, and took Tanjun by the

wrist. "You must leave."

Dragging the Nyokai up the stairs, they both winced as the sunlight abused their eyes. Letting go

of Tanjun, the Old Woman pushed her lightly out, but sighed when the Nyokai just stood there,

looking like she didn't know what to do.

Then, it sparked, and Tanjun began running up the path, and towards the Shashinboku.

The Old Woman frowned, and began hobbling up the path aswell, she might as well tell

the Nyosen what they were going to be getting into.