HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF OKAMI: ABRIDGED. *shot for ChuggaConroy reference* Ok, we're really sorry we haven't updated in forever, we just kind of forgot about O:A after a while... xD
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As Ammy and Silva went down the path, they noticed a statue at the crossroads. It looked like a man with a pot for a head trying to play a flute.

"This is the weirdest statue I have ever seen." Silva said. If Abigail had a comment, it was in mouse language, so it was impossible to tell.

"What in the worlds? I don't even remember there being a statue here..." Issun piped up. "Well, whatever. Let's go talk to the villagers."

They continued down the path to the village, eventually walking up to a statue of a woman standing in a small field.

"Hey, there's a statue here, too! It's like the villagers have turned to stone or something!"

There was another loud roar, very much like the previous one. Silva flinched. This was much louder than in the game, and it was starting to hurt her sensitive ears.

"Not again? That's not one of those smaller monsters that's lurking about. A roar like that's got to belong to something bigger!" Issun was sweating now.

"You think?" Silva snapped.

"Let's hurry up and find somebody with a pulse around here!"

They spent ten more minutes of walking around and finding even more statues, until Ammy finally stopped at the statue of an elderly lady by the river.

"That's odd. Everyone was fine just a few hours ago! There's definitely something strange going on here. The village is back, but what's up with this dark sky?"

"It's nighttime. Obviously," Silva put in, and then spoke again before Issun could keep talking. "But I think we should find higher ground, so we might be able to find the source of the problem."

Suddenly, a weird orange-and-red arrow appeared in front of Amaterasu. "Does anyone else think that's creepy?" Silva asked, staring at the arrow suspiciously. Abigail lifted a hand as if in agreement. They followed it anyways, the arrow leading them to a platform overlooking the Konohana tree. They looked up at the sky. "This is bad. The sun's not even shining! It's as black as night as far as the eye can see."

"I told you."

"Shut up and let me talk."

"No."

They bickered like this for a few more minutes, until Ammy barked to get their attention.

"...anyways..." Issun continued. "Not a single villager can move a muscle... Is it some kind of curse? Did a monster do this? It's not gonna stay like this forever, is it? If only the sun were out to light the way... If you could draw a circle in the sky, we'd have ourselves a sun! But I guess that'd be impossible, even for a god like you. Maybe we should seek out another brush god for help. Of course, if you had that kind of power from the start, that'd be a different story..."

"Cue circle in the sky." Silva said under her breath, watching Ammy make a circle with her tail out of the corner of her eye.

"Wait, really?" Abigail did a double-take at Silva.

Sure enough, there was suddenly a sun in the sky.

"Told you." Silva muttered.

"Wh-wh-what the?" Issun stammered.

Abigail suddenly wished Issun were bigger so she could take a picture of his face. It was probably priceless.

"Come to think of it, your name IS Amaterasu... That's the name of the sun god!" Issun exclaimed. "So, it'd follow that you'd have the Sunrise technique from the start. With it, you could even turn night into day..."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Silva muttered.

"I wonder if she's related to Princess Celestia..." Abigail murmured.

"Wow! You're no run-of-the-mill god, that's for sure! The flowing brush is like music from the heavens."

Abigail looked impressed. "That was poetic."

"It was a line from one of my grandfather's poems," he explained. "He felt a skilled artist was like a musician of shape and color. Since you're such a great artist yourself, why don't we name your brushwork after the title of his poem? It's called the Celestial Brush!" He said this last part to Amaterasu.

"Definitely related to Celestia..." Abigail mumbled to herself.

"Well guys, let's get back to the village!" Issun said. "We gotta see if the people are back to normal now!"

"Hm? Who are you?" A voice behind them said. They turned around. "Good lord, not him." Silva groaned. A man with an orange on top of his head was behind them. Another scroll appeared, this one saying: "Village Elder Mr. Orange".

Abigail stared at the orange in an almost awestruck manner. "How...?"

"I honestly have no clue." Silva answered, shaking her head.

Abigail frowned. "Someday I'll find out how, I swear it," she vowed, folding her arms.

Mr. Orange walked closer to Ammy. "A white wolf? Not the one who fought that terrible creature with Nagi? You couldn't possibly be the legendary Shiranui!" He shook his head. "No, it can't be... that story is 100 years old. Still... you look a lot like that statue of Shiranui. On the other hand, you don't look quite as smart..."

Silva coughed several times, trying to hide her laughter.

Abigail raised her eyebrows. "That's not something you just tell someone..." she mumbled.

"He can't see Ammy's markings, he doesn't know she's a god. He thinks she's just a regular wolf." Silva whispered to Abigail. Abigail nodded in acknowledgement.

Ammy was growling at Mr. Orange now, poised for an attack. He jumped. "Wh-wh-whoa! No need to growl like that! Can you really understand what I'm saying? Well, I'm not one to mince words. I just state the facts!"

"You got that right." Silva muttered.

Abigail's eyebrows flew even higher. "...'Facts'? Gee whiz."

Suddenly a black, eerie wind blew past them. Silva looked up, past Mr. Orange to see three demons standing on the cliff in front of them.

"Hmm? What's this sudden chill down my spine?" Mr. Orange said, shivering.

"Here they come, guys!" Issun called. "Those are the monsters that've been plaguing these lands. They sneak into villages and cause all sorts of trouble! Step aside, guys! This is a job for my trusty sword, Denkomaru!" He pulled out said sword.

"...Issun, your sword is barely larger than a needle."

"Not even, more like a toothpick..."

Issun ignored them while Ammy grabbed Mr. Orange, hit the demons with him as they jumped to the platform, and threw him off the platform, re-attaching his orange to his head in the process, which had come off when he had hit the demons.

A barrier came up, surrounding them and trapping them with the demons. Abigail facepalmed and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a reference to The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess.

Silva took out two arm-length swords and attacked one demon while Ammy took care of the other two, getting their floral finishers as well. She looked at Abigail when the barrier came back own, making sure she hadn't been hurt. She hadn't- in fact, she wasn't visible at all until she transformed into her normal self again. "...I was a bug," she explained. "I kind of took the risk of being stepped on, but..."

Silva shrugged. "Alright."

"Wow! You really get aggressive when you're mad, don't you?" Issun exclaimed. Silva assumed he was talking to Ammy and her, because Abigail didn't do anything at all.

Abigail blinked. "That was 'aggressive'?" She queried, surprised. "I don't think that word means what you think it means."

"Quiet, I wasn't talking to you." He snapped. Abigail stuck her tongue out at him. Meanwhile, Silva was leaning over the railing, looking down at something. "Hey, Abigail, come here for a sec." She called. Abigail blinked and went to Silva's side. "Huh?"

Silva pointed to Mr. Orange, who now lay on the ground, unmoving. "I can't tell if he's dead or just knocked out. What do you think?"

Abigail paused. "...Worst case scenario, he died of shock, but I think he's just unconscious."

"Damn."

They walked back to Ammy and Issun, who were now feeding birds.

"Come on, guys! I'll show you around the village!" Issun said.

"You kind of already showed us around, when we were examining all the statue people."

"Well, now I'm going to show you around the village itself. And they aren't statue people, they're villagers."

"Statue people."

"Villagers."

"Statue people."

"Villagers."

"Statue people."

"Villagers."

"I refuse to acknowledge them as anything other than statue people."

"They're statue villagers?" Abigail suggested.

"No, no, because that would mean they-"

Ammy barked again, interrupting them all from their argument.

"...I think we really should get going." Issun said after a short, semi-awkward silence.

"Yeah." And they all walked down the path.

And it appears that Silva does not like Mr. Orange for some strange reason. O_o And Abigail really needs to learn how to fight. And i'm sorry this is short, I promise the next chapter will be longer.
Silva: Read and review - no wait, you just read it... Review please! *holds up cake*
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