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Learning When to say Hello, and When to Say Goodbye
Chapter Three
When I awoke I was on a comfortable futon with the smell of incense still hanging around, "finally up I see," said an older male's voice.
I blinked sleep out of my eyes and pushed my long brown hair out of my face. It had gone to supper fizzy mode with out its customary braid. I stood up to a massive height of 5 feet and looked to see a typical older Japanese man knelling beside me. He had on a yuka(sp?) and was mostly bald but the hair he did have was back in a male style bun. "Yep it looks like it's another one," he called out through a curtain presumable to someone outside. "So tell me girl, what's your name and what's your power?"
I was instantly distrustful, after a few seconds of staring at him I figured a first name couldn't hurt. I didn't want to try going through what I had previously to figure if this guy was a good man or not so I would just have to guess like everyone else. "Solana."
"Solana…?" the man asked
"Just Solana, and tell me who are you and how did I come to be here," I replied, emotionless.
"Huh, so young and already so jaded, oh well. The names is Myoga, I am the owner of Mystic Arts, the shop you were in. Apparently you have some kind of telekinesis and it just went haywire, and let me guess it has just appeared in the last month?" The man said in an amiable tone.
"Huh," I blinked with a start; this guy isn't as bad as I had thought. "Well you are kind of right, I am actually an empathy, and I always have been it just has been supper minor my whole life. In the last month though it has gotten completely out of control," I said and then decided what the heck this guy seemed to know what he was talking about. "I was actually coming here in hopes of finding someone who knew what was going on, and might even be able to teach me some control."
I looked hopefully at Myoga. He stared back and let out a chuckle, "Well the first part is pretty easily, do you know what the makia is?"
"Well, I think I know, is it where all the fairies live, or arg what is the word you use for the good neighbors out here?"
"The good neighbors, well I have never heard that term, I am pretty sure you mean youki though. Yea that's what I am talking about," Myoga said.
"Well back home, well actually my great grandmother calls them that from her home in Ireland. Back there the barrier isn't so tight and a lot of crossing over happens, and you never want to offend one they can be pretty creative when it comes to revenge," I explained.
"Ah well anyway, where was I… Oh right, well the barrier had a whole torn in it and one of the side effects was normal humans started to gain powers, your increase in empathy is the result of this tear…" Myoga started to lecture sitting back and seeming ready to get into a long long explanation of this ever so delightful event. I however wasn't ready wait, being the impatient freak that I am.
"What about a teacher, do you think you could teach me," I cringed at the thought, though Myoga was nice he seemed long winded, "or do you know someone who could."
"Sure her name is Genkai. She has helped a few others like you."
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