~Death With Wings~
Chapter 1:
Into the Light
With her green eyes gazing out over her new swampland home, 22 year old Hitomi Kanzaki watched with growing excitement about her work. She was a writer, doing her first book on the wild wetness of the Everglades.
Japan had turned into a warzone. She moved to the wetlands of Florida to avoid being killed, and to get a first hand look at the American wilderness. Flying overhead in a plane, she had found it dull, but up-close, this park was blooming in the recovery of Spring.
She thought of her friends. Amano-sempai and Yukari were married and living in France. Van and the others were in the sky. How she missed them so! Her next book was sure to be a novel of Gaean adventures.
Then she saw a sudden spark at the far shore. It shone briefly for a moment before vanishing. Hitomi hopped into her boat and motored to the other side. She found nothing. Nothing that wasn't supposed to be there, anyway.
She turned back to her boat, which she had named First Angel. "Hitomi...."
She jumped. Whipped her head around but saw nothing. Someone had touched her arm and said her name. 'But I'm in America,' she told herself, 'I don't know anyone here.'
"Hitomi, help me....." She felt a pair of death-cold hands reach around her waist. Hitomi turned in time to see the fading image of him.
"Van?"
That was not a dream. It was a vision. Hitomi knew what she must do. An hour later. Hitomi Kanzaki, former track star, drama queen, and psychic of the Mystic Moon, was on a plane back to her first home: Tokyo.
Chapter 1:
Into the Light
With her green eyes gazing out over her new swampland home, 22 year old Hitomi Kanzaki watched with growing excitement about her work. She was a writer, doing her first book on the wild wetness of the Everglades.
Japan had turned into a warzone. She moved to the wetlands of Florida to avoid being killed, and to get a first hand look at the American wilderness. Flying overhead in a plane, she had found it dull, but up-close, this park was blooming in the recovery of Spring.
She thought of her friends. Amano-sempai and Yukari were married and living in France. Van and the others were in the sky. How she missed them so! Her next book was sure to be a novel of Gaean adventures.
Then she saw a sudden spark at the far shore. It shone briefly for a moment before vanishing. Hitomi hopped into her boat and motored to the other side. She found nothing. Nothing that wasn't supposed to be there, anyway.
She turned back to her boat, which she had named First Angel. "Hitomi...."
She jumped. Whipped her head around but saw nothing. Someone had touched her arm and said her name. 'But I'm in America,' she told herself, 'I don't know anyone here.'
"Hitomi, help me....." She felt a pair of death-cold hands reach around her waist. Hitomi turned in time to see the fading image of him.
"Van?"
That was not a dream. It was a vision. Hitomi knew what she must do. An hour later. Hitomi Kanzaki, former track star, drama queen, and psychic of the Mystic Moon, was on a plane back to her first home: Tokyo.