Without much knowledge of the story nor the words that were written with in the legend, you had begun to compose a song that you thought would seemingly go with the story. It was strange really, how one could come up with a tune so unique and distinctive as this, and be able to feel the passion that would have lingered in a fairytale. As you continued to hum to this little tune; you had not become aware of the little girl asleep with her head against your lap. It seemed that your song had put the girl to sleep within a matter of seconds. It had seemed to amuse you quite a bit. At first, the girl had been a bit frightened of your appearance, then she began to open up to you as she came to the conclusion that you looked like a character from a fairytale book. And now of all things; she had fallen asleep to a song that you had created without hesitation, nor a thought in mind.

Looking down at her sleeping figure reminded you of yourself, or the self that you seemingly remember. After all these years, well all sixteen of them; you had begun to forget what it was like to be a child or rather, your own childhood. It did not seem to affect you that much, actually you seemed to care less, for, you knew that it was just a phase; everyone loses a memory or two from their past. This little girl had reminded you of yourself when you were younger. A bit naive, innocent, frightened when it came to strangers, and shy. But all-in-all, a good kid. And even the fairytales in which she showed you, brought back memories of you and your mother sitting on the porch during the sunset; her reading to you the legends of the land. No one could tell them to you the same as she did. It was as if she were back with in that time range and experiencing the memories and smells of the battles, walks, and love. In some aspects, it was strange; but in others, it was good. You had almost forgotten the legends in which held purpose in your life; that is until this child showed you memories of your childhood. Staring down at the child had made you think of your life now. You have started a wonderful new job and persued a career that you have always wanted since the time you hit the begining of your teen years; a photographer. Everything was great for you. There was nothing in this world that you would would trade your life for; nothing. . . .

"I have everything that I could possibly want right now, but yet, I feel as though there is something missing. . ." You ponder at this thought for a while until it hit you as you turned to look outside at the clouds all around. "Now I know. My life is seemingly a perfection of some sort, but now I finally remember what it is that seems to be missing; this new opportunity. To have a new start and a new take on life is something that I have always wanted. My life may seem like perfection in itself, but this is the one thing that I have waited for since I began school; to explore a new land."

While thinking of this, you had nearly forgot about the papers that your counselor had gave to you two weeks ago, emplying that you were to have a mentor to guide you around your new school for you time being, at the university. You had not been given a name yet, nor an image of the person. But what you were handed was a single sheet of paper, giving you the addresses of a few hotels and apartments that you may reside in, and a guide in the city. It really did puzzle you as you read the word guide>/i> in the sentence. You had thought that he had made a mistake in putting guide instead of map, but he told you that it was not. So instead of questioning it an further, you shrugged and decided to go along with it.

So much thinking had begun to add to the fatigue in which you had begun to feel minutes before. Though you had wanted to stay awake until you finally reached your destination; your efforts were in vain. Upon getting a more comfortable spot in the seat that you were in, you rapidly began to fall asleep; after all, it was 1:00 am.

Hours later, you had awoke to the sound of people talking and gather many items. At first, you had only thought that who ever it was that was moving, was trying to find something out of a bag or something along those lines. But when you had opened your eyes, you realized that people were gathering their things and leaving the plane.

"Umm. . .did I miss something?" you ask to no one in particular.

"Yeah, were in Japan already." you hear a bubbly voice beside you.

You turn to face the little girl whom was just recently lying on you lap not to long ago; an eyebrow raised. "So you mean to tell me that we finally arrived here, and just decided to leave me here to wake my own self up?"

"Since you were sleep, I didn't want to wake you." She give you an innocent look, but you could tell by the sparkle in her eyes, that she was lying a bit.

"You were going to leave me here, weren't you Alyssa?" Your eyes narrowing at her.

"Maybe. . ." An overly large grin had crossed her face as the words came out of her mouth.

You sigh at this, knowing that if you were to argue with the child, that you might not win. "So, since we are here, how about we gather our things and ditch this place and then maybe find your father."

"Yeah!"

As soon as the two of you gather your things, you leave the plane and begin the journey to find your way around this new place.