Kat held down her pleated uniform skirt against a gust of the constant wind. It was weird; whenever she asked her mother why the winds blew so much, her mom didn't even know what winds she was talking about. And on the windiest days, weather casters say it would be just a normal cloudy day in Seattle; nothing about the wind.

Kat was eager to get home; she had just gotten new DNAngel mangas that she wanted to read. And, she didn't have any homework, so she could explore the grounds and find a nice tree to sit under or something while she read. She ran upstairs to her room to change into a faded black/dark grey tight, midriff-bearing dragon tank top, worn, baggy, paint-stained black pants with holes in the knees, de-fingered gloves, scuffed combat boots and an unzipped zip-up sweatshirt. Kat also packed provisions; she didn't know how long she would be out there (or even if she would be able to get to dinner on time), and strapped an athemae-like dagger to the inside of her ankle in her shoe; she didn't know what would be out there. Her mom had always made her bring a flashlight for the dark, and a walkie talkie too, in case she got lost.

She slung her (now rather heavy) backpack onto her shoulders and put her hood up in case of rain.

It hadn't gotten too dark yet, but the tall, ominous trees made it seem like dusk. She got out her dagger and flashlight and started marking trees (with the knife, you sicko!) so she wouldn't get lost. This was the farthest she's ever been into their forest. Kat switched on her flashlight, and found in a small clearing, a wooden box-thing. She went to examine it, looking down (there was about a 15 ft. drop to the bottom), and clearing some vines out of the way to look at the top a little more.

She found it to be, not a box and a hole, but a well. A Japanese-styled well to be exact, from about the time of the Feudal Ages. Kat couldn't contain her excitement, but shivered as a gust of wind blew. The wind seemed suddenly excited, too. The breeze blew harder and harder, until Kat decided to seek shelter in the well.

She half jumped, half tripped trying to escape the wind. Kat hoped that the wind wouldn't go down the well somehow, creating a tornado effect. She landed 15 feet below on her rear end. Kat got up, brushed herself off, and tenderly rubbed her aching backside. Suddenly with a jolt, Kat was falling again, but her feet were firmly on the ground. It was just the sensation of falling, Kat noticed, but she was feeling dizzy, too, as if she were spinning in circles. Kat clutched her dagger for dear life as the ground seemed to disappear beneath her.