She ran as fast as she could up to the room. When she entered it was empty and dark, but she could see an open book reflected in the shadows. She fumbled for a light switch and when she found it the room was suddenly flooded in light. She identified the red book on the floor with a sick feeling in her stomach.
Yui sank to her knees and crawled to where it lay, then held it up and sat down. She flipped back until she found a page where black ink spread itself out up and down the lines:
The two girls found themselves face to face with slave traders, and as the one with light hair struggled to free
herself from their grasp the dark haired girl worked up her courage and attacked. Though she was hurt, the
girl with light hair was freed. Then, just when the situation seemed hopeless, they were rescued by a hand-
some boy with the symbol of demon on his forehead...
"The first Seishi," she whispered to herself. But is he hers or mine? She read on:
The girls professed their thanks for the rescue. The boy expressed his preference for money, and as the
girl with dark hair fumbled for payment...
The book flashed red and she dropped it in shock and backed away. Red light erupted from the book and began to take form in front of her. Before she knew it the girl who had stolen her form was standing in front of her.
The girl smiled, and Yui shuddered. "What did you do?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What? Weren't you about to do the same thing I just did?"
"Well, yeah, but..." her mind was racing. This wasn't the way a normal spirit would act. They didn't have the intelligence or thought flow to fight with words, their only weapon was force. "What kind of a spirit are you anyway?"
At this the girl let out a high-pitched laugh. "Spirit? You dare mistake me for such a lowly creature? No," she swelled, "I am a God.
"Now I'm afraid I must go, I have many preparations to make. We'll meet again, Guardian." And with that the book swallowed her again, but this time it was in a blue light.
I am a God. The words rang in her head. What did that mean? And what did she mean, "preparations?" Had another in the Master World been granted the power to move through the Books? That was impossible.
Well, no matter what, she wouldn't let someone interfere with her job. She had come to fulfill a task, and after waiting so long there was no way she was going to fail. She picked up the book, and, to her shock, nothing happened. She couldn't get in. Her eyes scanned the pages and she found that Miaka had been arrested, and right now her and the boy were in a dungeon. Miaka can't live through this story. Is this what that spirit wanted? But why?
She continued to read the story, and though the situation improved, she still had a strange feeling. She was racking her brain for opportunities to get in, ways to save Miaka and fulfill her job at the same time. But as the story continued, there was only one solution she could think of. Miaka's life had to be sacrificed.
Yui sank to her knees and crawled to where it lay, then held it up and sat down. She flipped back until she found a page where black ink spread itself out up and down the lines:
The two girls found themselves face to face with slave traders, and as the one with light hair struggled to free
herself from their grasp the dark haired girl worked up her courage and attacked. Though she was hurt, the
girl with light hair was freed. Then, just when the situation seemed hopeless, they were rescued by a hand-
some boy with the symbol of demon on his forehead...
"The first Seishi," she whispered to herself. But is he hers or mine? She read on:
The girls professed their thanks for the rescue. The boy expressed his preference for money, and as the
girl with dark hair fumbled for payment...
The book flashed red and she dropped it in shock and backed away. Red light erupted from the book and began to take form in front of her. Before she knew it the girl who had stolen her form was standing in front of her.
The girl smiled, and Yui shuddered. "What did you do?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What? Weren't you about to do the same thing I just did?"
"Well, yeah, but..." her mind was racing. This wasn't the way a normal spirit would act. They didn't have the intelligence or thought flow to fight with words, their only weapon was force. "What kind of a spirit are you anyway?"
At this the girl let out a high-pitched laugh. "Spirit? You dare mistake me for such a lowly creature? No," she swelled, "I am a God.
"Now I'm afraid I must go, I have many preparations to make. We'll meet again, Guardian." And with that the book swallowed her again, but this time it was in a blue light.
I am a God. The words rang in her head. What did that mean? And what did she mean, "preparations?" Had another in the Master World been granted the power to move through the Books? That was impossible.
Well, no matter what, she wouldn't let someone interfere with her job. She had come to fulfill a task, and after waiting so long there was no way she was going to fail. She picked up the book, and, to her shock, nothing happened. She couldn't get in. Her eyes scanned the pages and she found that Miaka had been arrested, and right now her and the boy were in a dungeon. Miaka can't live through this story. Is this what that spirit wanted? But why?
She continued to read the story, and though the situation improved, she still had a strange feeling. She was racking her brain for opportunities to get in, ways to save Miaka and fulfill her job at the same time. But as the story continued, there was only one solution she could think of. Miaka's life had to be sacrificed.