I usually have a starting and ending song for my fanfics (points to my Digimon fic), and this story continues the tradition. The starting theme is "On The Hill ~ Kaze wo Kanjite ~", which was performed by Ai Maeda; the ending theme (which won't be played until later) is currently "Ashita wa Motto", which is Sora Takenouchi's image song from Digimon Adventure. Of course, I don't own the songs.
What are you waiting for? Read the chapter, not the disclaimer!

{ On The Hill ~ Kaze wo Kanjite ~ and starting animation plays.... }

発見
Log 1: Discovery

Do you ... remember me...?

Jason tossed his head across his pillow, clutching the down sheets in his fists. It was too early ... only midnight. The past week had been filled with nightmares - blazing men falling into the ocean, steam in their wake....
　 Oh well, it was just a dream. He crawled back into slumber.

I must ... fulfill ... my destiny....
　 Fine me ... before daylight....

Again Jason bolted to a seated position. Only minutes had passed this time - the moon had held its position.
　 Always that young voice called to him, urging him to find - what? Jason didn't know, was to tired to even care. It's still a dream, he thought, stumbling from his bed towards the kitchen nearby. His uncle's cabin by the ocean was small, so it wasn't a long walk.
　 "I need more rest," Jason sighed at last, taking a cup from a cupboard. He proceded to the water pump when he saw something beyond the window that faced the sea.
　 Feathers, glowing ivory in the moonlight, all leading to the sea.
　 Jason dropped the glass, not wincing when he heard it shatter on the wood floor. He had not recalled seeing so many feathers by the shore in his life, short as it was. And its path - purely coincidental, Jason thought ... wasn't it?

The eagle showed you ... the path....
　 Hurry ... not ... much ... time....

Jason pinched himself - the sting told him all. Somebody was calling to him, somebody in obvious danger.
　 He hurried out of the house, shedding his evening shirt as he followed the feathers. They stopped abruptly at the water's edge, the sea foam lapping the edges of the last one. Jason picked it up, examined the foot-long structure: It was not like an eagle's - those great birds didn't have feathers barbed at their end.

No ... more ... time....
　 Save me....

The cry was louder - or was it just the crashing waves? Throwing away the feather, Jason waded into the sea, going under when the water was to his shoulders. Liquid muffled the roar of the waves, muted the moonlight on the ocean floor. It would be hard to find anything in the dim landscape.

Here ... you have come....
　 Take ... me ... away....

Jason swerved his head - there was nothing except seaweed and oyster-encrusted rocks. The upper surface was above, and rocks were below--
　 And then he found him.
　 A young man, concealed only by his long, golden hair, lay unconscious on a rock.

Yes ... terrible place to stop. Even worse, I'm posting another history lesson after this. But don't worry ... it's the last history lesson for a while. If you really don't want to learn some background information, though, just go on to the next chapter once I post it. I won't mind.