Disclaimer: I do not own any anime characters, though I do own Karyana, Lunadia, and the others. Only wish Seto was mine.......v.v.....

Pronunciations- lunadia (luna-die a) Karyana (car-e-on-a)

Oh, and this is my first fanfic ever, so please review.... I know the beginning is short but I tried.... and ignore my terrible spelling if you can...forgive me....

Oh, and this is told mostly from Luna's point of view, at least in the beginning.

Luna: Oh just start it already!

Me: alright alright...

Seto: -smiles really big- what fun! I think I'm going to find this one all right...
me: I'll take that as a compliment, coming from you!

1-Dear Journal

Look. What do you see? Do you see a pale girl with silver hair and icy blue eyes?

Do you see her sitting at a wooden desk, writing in a small black book with the word Journal across the front in gold lettering? Do you see her breath misting in front of her? That is what most people see.

Or do you see beyond the normal picture? I wonder...Do you see the fresh pain, and old, etched upon my seventeen-year-old face? Do you see the defeated slump in my shoulders? What about the katana resting in it's sheath across my back? Did you notice that? Have you realized that my small log cabin is missing something? That there are no mirrors, windows, nor metal anywhere? That there is a black sheet over the water basin? Perhaps the thought that I am doing more than simply writing in a journal has crossed your mind? Perhaps you have realized my true purpose? No? Allow me to explain.

I suddenly jump back, knocking my chair over and drawing my katana in a matter of seconds. At the same time a tall slim man with well-sculpted muscles bursts through the front door and dives at me, his katana aimed at my chest. He will die.

"Goodbye" I say softly before sidestepping his blow and driving my katana into his side at such an angle that it pierces his heart. I laugh an icy laugh as he falls to the floor in a bloody heap.

"You should have known better Siren. I warned you...." I sigh. They never listen.... Why can't anyone just leave me alone?

"At least...I tried." He replies, his head slumping to the floor as he gives in to his death.

I withdraw my katana and wipe it on the dead man's shirt before sheathing it and sitting back down at the desk to continue writing.

Sorry, just a minor distraction. Where was I? Oh yeah, my purpose.

I have a story to tell. Watching as it unfolds from my fingertips. It's about a world, a world much different from your own. Welcome, to my world.