"What are we doing here, Hao?" I questioned annoyed to be lead so far from civilization.

"An old shrine," Hao answered. It wasn't deserted like I had expected. It was full of homeless people. They didn't have much to keep them warm since it was winter.

"Who are all these people?" I questioned surprised.

"These are all shamans that have been rejected by humans," Hao replied softly. "Now what do you need?"

"You know everything about people's past lives, right?" I asked. Hao hesitated then nodded.

"Yea," Hao replied.

"I want to know Sui's past life," I answered.

"I can't just pry into a soul's past life, you know that," Hao said.

"But I need to know her!" I growled forcefully.

"I'll show you one memory of her past life. Just one and that's it," The fire shaman replied. He had changed but the hatred of humans still lingered in his mind.

Flashback to another time

A black haired girl offered her hand to a familiar purpled haired shaman. The shaman took it and was pulled to his feet.

"Here," The girl offered bandages. They were either 7 or 8 maybe older.

"What do I need them for?" The shaman asked coldly. "I have people who do that for me." The black haired girl smiled.

"The Great Spirit only allows those with the most pitiful lives to be rich," She answered, she was also a shaman. "Some who are poor are either murderers or villains."
"The only ones meant to be pitied are those without any power," The boy growled. The girl turned away from him.

"Then tell me. Give me the name of your one and only true friend," She said. Seeing the Chinese shaman silent made her turn around to face him. "Don't worry. Lots of people don't have a true friend. I don't have any for the matter. I'm not the brightest or graceful. I'm not the richest. But I'll gladly be your friend for a small price."

"A price?" he asked. The girl looked around and placed the bandages in his hand.

"Tell no one that I gave this to you," She whispered a finger pressed against her lips. She gave him a small pendant with a red lace a necklace that Buddhists wore. "You must stay silent about this one pendant. It's important that you don't lose it. And show no one." She was standing on one foot ready to make a run for it. She switched them.

"What's your name?" The purple haired boy asked. The girl pondered this question.

"Call me, your angel," The female shaman answered. She disappeared leaving only swirls of dust and footprints along the way.

"Sire! We heard you speaking with someone!" The shaman boy stared at the pendant in his hand then shook his head. Then he heard a soft voice echoing.

"Person...," The voice shouted softly. "Person!! I dropped my comb!!"

"YOU THERE!!" The guards screamed. The girl started running away again.

End of Flashback from the other time

I snapped out of the trance with a jerk.

"What did you show me!?" I questioned loudly.

"Your past life," Hao answered nonchalantly.

"I wanted to know Sui's," I growled. Hao looked away.

"Maybe Sui doesn't have one. Maybe Sui doesn't even have a soul," Hao answered with a small smile. I eyed him.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned him slowly. Hao smiled an annoying smile.

"You've heard the Great Spirit speak to you. In your sleep, he said that Sui isn't real. Sui is part of you just separated. She's part of your sorrow, Ren!" Hao exclaimed. "You still don't understand! She's your sorrow that broke away from your soul! Once she knows your happy then she'll leave. Disappear. Vanish! Because this is where she belongs." Hao poked my chest.

"What the hell are you talking about now!?" I shouted.

"Yoh and I separated remember? So a part of your sorrow separated from you. Watch this when you get back to the Tao Manor," Hao said and handed me a tape.

I paused before inserting the tape. Yoh stared at me. Why had I asked him to watch this tape with me?

"Something wrong Ren?" Yoh asked with his usual soft voice. I shook my head and inserted the tape. The start of the tape was empty then an interview started with a woman in her early 20's and a smug look on her face. The familiar face of the reporter standing next to her and a small picture of Sui in the right corner.

"Miss Chan, how does if feel for your younger rival to have finally ceased living allowing you to represent China for the Olympics in the air rifle competition," The reporter question.

"Ha! It feels great after that little brat always claiming all of China's attention. Signing up for 30 or something events," Chan laughed bitterly.

"But it seems like you have a new rival. 18 year old Miao Hei Long, who had been in a coma her entire life has suddenly revived the same night as legendary Shuei Ming had been killed," The reporter said. "She has already won over 50 competitions in the last week."

"She's probably just another girl who wants to hog all of China's attention," Chan scoffed. The scene was cut then another started it was of a girl shooting an arrow at the flying disk. Her eyes were white and blue. She was a blind girl. A blind girl who only relied on her sense of hearing but more to it, it was Sui. The dead legend.