It's been a month since we arrived on this island. The people in the village are quite friendly, and I've noticed that hostile glares are slowly tapering off. My brother is progressing along nicely. He's capable of talking in proper English, though he seems to have no memory of being a wizard nor of mom and dad. I, myself, have a job as apprentice to Mr. Nakohiro Taki. He pays me quite well, and I've accumulated a few possessions of my own, as well as a few friends. Mr. Taki is a very patient person, and very well-liked in the neighborhood.
It was only today that I realized who all these people were. As I walked from Mr. Taki's store to my current apartment, I saw a few people, who were mortals mind you, up on the trees. Their balance was impeccable, and they jumped from tree to tree with such agility you would have thought that they were monkeys. I continued to stare at them, even though I knew that staring was rude, I could not help myself. At last I came to a conclusion, a conclusion that I've known for over a month, and yet denied. They were ninjas, strange as that was.
I'd been denying the fact that the people I lived with were mortals – not simply mortals, but mortals who can actually perform some type of magic. The sheer thought about it makes me feel powerless. I no longer feel the surge of power that normally comes rushing through my veins whenever I'm near these mortals. I am no stronger than they are. However, I do have to admit that this place seems to be blanketed by tranquility; a tranquility that was never present in muggle London. Much as I missed having power over muggles -- I never realized that I felt this way until now -- I think I prefer living here, with these ninjas.
Things aren't as bad as they were before, when we just arrived in this town. Thankfully, the people here aren't so paranoid towards wizards as muggles in London were; they accepted us with welcoming hands -- well, at least most of them did -- once they knew what had happened to us. I remember well first day I set foot in this village, the stares that followed me everywhere, and the whispers that spoke of uncertainty. Things have changed-- everyone had learned to live together in peace -- well, most of us anyways. Perhaps Father was right, things do happen for a reason.