I was born in a small town, in the year 1981. Born to parents who had forgotten to love one another, and as such I was born to save the marriage. But I failed to do so, and so four years later, they divorced.

But my life doesn't start there, not by a long shot.

In truth, my life starts 400 years ago, in a small town outside of Paris, France. I was born to parents who loved one another so much that you could see it in their eyes. My mother was beautiful, for a woman of the times. She had long brown hair, dark deep blue eyes. I do not remember my father's face so much... not as much as I would like, anyways.

The year was 1608, or as close to it as I can remember.

Most of you have heard of what happened in the 17th century of France, so I will not go into detail of that time or place. In truth, I do not remember much of that time. It seems my curse only lets me see what it wants. But I do know of my birth, of my mother's blue eyes and my father's laughter. There are just some things never to be forgotten.

My first true memory is of when I was 17, and my name was Joan. I know that it sounds perhaps too old to start recovering memories, and you may be asking yourself what happened to the first 17 years of her life? This, however, I do not know and maybe one day I shall find the answer. Until then, life for me starts at 17.

I was young, beautiful (more so then than I am now), and happy. I was to be married, happily I hoped, to one of my father's businessmen by the name of Le'Ves. I do not remember his first name, but I can still remember his face as if he were staring at me now. Light green eyes, dark brown hair that curled at the tips, strong chin and gentle hands. He smiled a lot, which in turn made me smile; and I did not mind being married to him, even through he was 20 years my senior.

Our wedding was held the following spring, the day clear and bright. People from all over attended to our wedding, wishing us good will and luck. I do not remember exactly of what happened afterwards, but I do remember our marriage to be a good one. I had 3 children, ages 10, 8, and 2. All girls. Now thinking about them, I realize how much I miss them… their laughter, their smiles… but they are dead and as such the dead shall not be spoken upon sadly.

Le'Ves was a traveling businessman. He would be gone for days at end, perhaps even weeks. I was happy, content while he was away, missing him. I wanted for nothing, having all I could. We lived in what would be considered in these times a mansion, however it was just a big house.

But most of that is just minor details, not truly dealing with the main concern of ours. I lived a happy, peaceful life until my death in 1695, having outlived my children and my husband. My children all died of smallpoxs, having contracted the disease from a close family friend. I remember clearly my distress as they lay dying, and I feeling as if I could do naught. My husband lived until he was 81, and I 63. He died of old age, his heart not being what it once was. I stayed be his side the entire time, holding his hand and softly saying his name.

As you can see, my curse had yet to find me…that wouldn't happen for another hundred years.

I just realized that I have yet to introduce myself.

I am called Usagi, or Usa for short, in this time and place. I am presently 26, and in just under three days I shall be turning 27. I so would love to see 27, but that has yet to be determined.

But until then, I shall continue on with my story.