Hi! I'd like to congratulate you all on making it through my first chapter alive! Hope you enjoyed it. I personally don't think this one is that great myself, so please NO FLAMES. Just little bits of feedback will be superb! Thanks to those of you who reviewed the first chapter. I'll be getting back to you shortly, as I love to respond to my reviewers! ~Sakura Yakuza(author)



When I was young, I was very well loved and admired. My family and I lived in a small town in China, and life seemed so simple and easy. I had every luxury that anyone could imagine: china dolls, portraits of myself, silk clothing, everything. But when I look back at these times, I do not wish I were young again. In fact, quite the opposite. I feel grateful I am out of those times. Even though I was popular and wealthy, there was one thing I wanted most, and that was to uncover the pieces of my past. I had always known that there was a dark, foreboding secret hidden from me by my parents, but no amount of knowledge could prepare me enough for what that secret was.

I can only remember so much of my life. I can see shadows of people, figures and outlines, but never a real, tangible object that I can love. I cannot remember anything that happened before the age of five. I have never worried about this, however, and I did my best to lead a normal life. My parents were ever so supportive of me, and I was spoiled beyond belief. But one night, I overheard my parents talking after they thought I was asleep. My mother had said, "When are we to tell her the truth?" And my father replied with a voice that made me shiver, "All in due time, my love. She will know, whether we be the ones to tell her or not."

From that day forth, my mind was controlled by terrible thoughts. What if they don't love me? What are they hiding from me? How come they won't tell the truth? I was haunted by these thoughts, and I couldn't take it anymore. On the night of a full moon, I climbed out my bedroom window in an attempt to escape these feelings. I tripped many times in the dark, leaving my clothing tattered and my arms bruised and bloody. The forest was so dense, that hardly any light crept through the thick foliage.

When I came to a clearing, the light of the moon beat down on the earth like rain, pelting the ground in a concentrated, beautiful beam of light. I had never seen anything of the sort ever before in the span of my life. My eyes were glued to this magical vista, and, in my trance like state, I swayed and fell to the floor in the middle of the clearing, staring up at the dazzling light. It was a miraculous moment, cleansing my body of all the emotional scars that sharp, hurtful thoughts left in my heart. It was at that moment that I felt one with the world, a very simple life form, battling with others in the survival of the fittest. I felt so primitive, and yet, I felt so much energy pulsing through my veins and awakening my heart from an unconscious state. I found myself standing, though I didn't remember getting on my feet. My heart and mind were one, and my body was only the form that my soul chose to take, light as a feather, dancing in the evening breeze. The energy was still building, and I could no longer feel the earth beneath my feet. I glanced downwards, and found that I was in the air, ascending at an incredibly fast pace, towards the moon. I felt so free, as if the ground only served as a limit to my abilities. It had been holding me hostage for all these years, and now, I was free of its heavy shackles. Gravity was no match for me.

At the height of my glory, however, I saw a little person, tiny from the altitude at which I was. It was tearing through the woods, shoving plants aside. It seemed to get bigger, and only then did I notice that I was falling to the earth once more. I saw that the person was my mother, who had come looking for me. I about five feet above the ground, and that was where I would stay, for I concentrated as hard as I could on floating. However, it no longer gave me that feeling of freedom as it had earlier, but instead thrust weariness upon me. My mother shouted, "Hua!" My focus shattered into a million pieces, and I fell to the floor with a sickening thud. Consciousness slipped just out of my reach, and I was greeted by a heavy sleep.

I did not have any dreams in this sleep, but I did, however, revisit some memories lost. In the two days I slept, I discovered that I was living with foster parents, and that I was really an orphan without them. My true parents had died in a battle against a terrible magician, Fei Wong Reed, hiding me away in a clearing in the middle of the woods on the night of a full moon. My memories had flowed back in my mind in such vibrant detail, and it was all so overwhelming. Towards the end of my sleep, I saw in my mind the faces of a young boy with a determined heart, an innocent young girl who was about to die, a tall, clever magician with a secret past, and a ninja who served under the power of a mysterious princess. I was sure that they were not a part of my memories, but then again, I couldn't be sure. Just moments before I woke up, I saw the characters of my name vanishing before my very eyes.

When I awoke, I was still in the middle of the clearing. Had my mother left me to die? I sat up, and found that it was hard to keep my facts straight, as I was dizzy enough to fall back asleep. I let myself curl back up on the floor, but found that there was no possible way that I could sleep, for the sleeping conditions were harsh. I rose to my feet, and, in a daze, walked back home. I jiggled the knob of the front door, and found that it was easily opened. When I walked into the kitchen, my mother looked up from sweeping the floors, and looked so stunned for a moment, that I thought that she was unhappy to see me.

Apparently, she was, hence the fact that she yelled, "Hua! No! I thought you were dead! Leave now!" I opened my mouth to speak, but before words tumbled out of my mouth, an explosion of noise occurred. Smoke was everywhere, and I coughed, fanning it away. When it cleared, I saw my mother lying on the floor, a bullet through her head. I looked up, searching for the gun that killed my mother, and found my father in the corner of the room, pistol in hand, teetering on the edge of hysteria. When I looked into his eyes, I saw not the eyes of the loving father who raised me, but the eyes of a maniac, wild with ire and bewilderment.

I glanced back and forth, from my deceased mother to my madman of a father, not knowing how to respond to his sudden, unexpected action. I wasn't sure of whether or not I should feel depressed or relieved, so I avoided feeling either of them. When I had collected my thoughts, I stuttered, "D-Dad? Why did you shoot mother?"

The wild look in his eyes left, and his eyes followed where his gun was pointing; straight at mother. He put his hand over his heart, dropping the gun to the floor with a clatter, and fell back against the wall. He began hyperventilating, and soon, sobbing. I crossed the room to where he stood, and put a hand on his shoulder. He slapped my hand away from him, and took a step back. He pointed a trembling finger at me. "Stay away! It's true… It's true!" I took a step back.

"What's true?"

"Y-you are bad luck! You were always meant to be. Your powers have been activated, and now you are here to destroy us all!" He yelled, picking up the gun and pointing it at my chest. I raised my arms above my head. "Stay away, and don't ever come back, do you hear me?"

"Yes, if that is what you wish, father." I sprinted out the door and left the house, never to return.

After six years of killing and trying to make up for the murders I committed, I finally decided to leave this world, and uttered the words, "林華" to the sky, not quite sure of what I was doing. It seemed as though the words came to me, in a dream, calling out to me, like I was destined for them. I said them as a last resort, and a portal opened up in the same clearing in which I had activated my "powers."


That was how I ended up flying through space and time, past different worlds, wandering aimlessly through the vast universe. It made me noxious, seeing all the colors zip by me, disappearing in different time zones and dimensions.

What was that? Something caught my eye. It flew along side me, and I reached out to grab hold of it. When I had it in my hand, I saw it was a feather, beautiful and delicate. I could feel strong power resonating deep within its heart, and longed to keep it in my possession. But it was because of this strong power that I knew it could not belong to me, and I released, it, letting it fly on its own. When I looked back, however, I knew that I had not seen the last of the feathers, for there were hundreds of them, disappearing into separate time zones and places. Whoever was looking for them was in big trouble.

But then again, so was I.