Chapter 3
"Uhh," She was standing face to face with the person she thought to be an angel. "You dropped this," the boy said calmly pulling out her black journal. "Oh thanks," "You shouldn't wander around a lone out here. If you do you'll probably be killed," "After what's happened to me, death can't be to bad," "You'd think so," "What's that mean?" "I almost died once. It's not worth it. It's not worth seeing the people who actually care get hurt," "I'd agree, if someone in this awful world did care," "You'd be surprised," "By what?" "No matter how bad it gets, you always have a guardian angel, and by the looks of you, you have a great one," "How! How is it great that at my old village I'm beaten up all the time! Last night was the closest thing to peace I've had since the last time I saw my mom fourteen years ago today at midnight! I don't understand!" Yoruni turned bright red and started to cry. SMACK the boy just struck her across the face. "Look! Everything happens for a reason! The reason your guardian is good is because he didn't protect you from everything. The purpose of a guardian is to help you out of difficult problems. Not solve them for you, but not abandon you in the mist danger," An awkward silence surrounded them. Without a word the boy stood up and began to walk away.
"Look, I'm sorry. What you said makes a lot of since. Can you help me?" "With what?" "This was my mom's journal. It has everything I need to know to be a priestess, but I need help. What do you say?" "What's in it for me?" She had to think. What could she give him? She had no money or special skills. "How about you help me first, and then when we're done you name your price?" "Done," "Well, what's your name?" "Hiei," "Yoruni, so what do we do first?" "You catch food, I'll read the journal," "Okay," As she walked back the bank of the river, she was almost curtain that Omii and Hiei had some kind of connection.
"Hn. That girl seems very strange," Hiei thought to himself as he skimmed the journal. It was like many other priestess journals he had read in the past. It contained incantations, folded parchment, pressed plants, but the farther in the book he read the more it became a diary. Every other page would have a few spells and then a list of things that had happened. "Yoruni, has anyone ever looked through this before?" "Huh, no, why?" "It smells like someone has looked through this before," "What's it smell like?" "It smells human" "Well that narrows it down to about thirty of the thirty-five people," "Who would want this?" "Everyone" "You sure?" "Yeah"
"I also smell a hint of fox demon," "Probably. My father was a fox demon. My mom was half fire demon and half…," "Kormie," "How did you know?" "Lucky guess," "Hm, anyway have you found anything useful?"
"Only that as the journal progresses there are fewer spells and it becomes a diary. I also found a page about what she described as 'the angel from my nightmare'. She says that she was dreaming and she was lost in a forest, and a boy with bat-like wings stopped to help her. He said his name was…," "Omii," "Yeah, she said that he had given her hope as a person. Anyway, how did you know about Omii?" "Well, I kinda had a nightmare like that before. It seemed so real it was strange," "Look out!" As Yoruni turned around she saw a large fiery dragon coming toward her!
End Chapter 3