This is the last chapter, so tell me what you think. I made the part up about how Ammy and Ishaku meet. The concept was that he couldn't open the door from the inside, so he was stuck there untill Ammy opened it. Annyways, hope you enjoy!

Waka and Amaterasu found the ugly, cursed beast seemingly waiting for them near the edge of the River of the Heavens. Its eight necks swayed back and forth, nearly dangling their heads in front and above them. The foremost head, the one that represented fire, made clear by the helm it wore that sported a crimson flame decoration, came fore ward and said, "Moonling and Goddess, you know your attempts are futile against me. You are offering yourselves as sacrifices to me, then, yes." It was definitely more of a statement than a question. "Do you really hope to defeat me? When I feast on enough souls, I shall become God of the Underworld and usher in Darkness unto the world. No one can stop me!"

"You shall face your doom, you deformed snake!" Cried Amaterasu. "You will never get away with slaying my people!" She jumped, doing a flip in mid air, and in a burst of cherry blossoms, landed back as a shinning wolf. She ushered out a battle roar that rivaled even that of Orochi. And she lunged forward, Waka at her side, his glowing green blade in his hands.

Amaterasu finally managed to use the Blizzard technique to freeze the lightning head, but other than that, she was only able to constantly strike the beast. And even then, it never caused any damage. Then it hit her. "Waka, the bell! Go for the bell!" The bell had to be the monster's life source. Waka nodded to her and managed to jump to the side of the Earth head he was battling, and landed on the back of the creature. His sword left green flares of light where ever it struck on the bell, and with each strike, the dragon heads and necks writhed and thrashed with pain. Then the Fire head shook off the pain and turned to Waka, who was oblivious to it.

"Waka, look out!" Amaterasu used Power Slash on the head, and while it didn't hurt it, it made it stop the advance.

Then Amaterasu noticed that Orochi was on the very edge of a destroyed patch of the River. If it moved back any further, it would fall…

"Waka, go help those on the Ark! Get them away from here!"

"But ma'charie-" he began to protest, but was cut off.

"Just GO!"

Waka dared argue no further.

"I'll take it from here," she reassured him as he leapt off Orochi's back.

Another mighty roar was let loose from Amaterasu, and while all of the heads were still dazed, she jumped onto Orochi and began attacking the bell. Each stroke from her Divine Brush and every strike from Solar Flare sent Orochi farther back, until, finally…

Gravity was non-existent. The wind ripped at the goddess's face, and Orochi struggled to keep all of his heads facing Amaterasu. She gripped the edge of the bell with her maw, and she could feel her fangs digging into the soft gold. She heard a roar of pain come from several of the heads, but the sound was tore away in the wind. They fell, fell for ever as it seemed. Amaterasu caught a fleeting glimpse between thrashing necks and out of the corner of her eye of the Ark flying away from the plains.

Her jaws remained locked onto the bell. She folded her ears back to keep the wind from deafening her. She held fast. Another glipse of the Ark, but this time, smoke trailed in its wake. And instead of flying away, it was plaining steeply.

No… tears of the pain of knowing her people's horrible fate were ripped from her eyes.

They fell…through the sky, through pink and purple hue clouds, and through the crimson sunset…Orochi roared once more…until…BAM! Instead of being held vertically like when falling, she was jerked to her side, to the ground of Orochi's mountainous body. Amaterasu's teeth finally left the bell with a painful yank, and she thudded to the ground. She heard rocks crumbling and falling. She opened her eyes just in time to see one that was going to fall on her. She shoved herself up and jumped off Orochi's back. Another stone fell just in front of her, making her jump back, and another. She took a quick look up, which confirmed to her that they were in a large cavern, then sprinted through a tunnel that leaded away from the huge, crumbling chamber.

She ran along the path that led away from the cavern, which was in a mountain in the middle of a lake, and up a narrow hill to a large, hilly field. She jumped from ledge to ledge on the path, eager to get away from the dreaded Orochi.

She ran, and ran, until she came into a very small village. She felt somewhat safe here.

She tried transforming into a human, but could not. She realized that she was in the land of men, of mortals. Some of her godly powers, like changing shape, could not be done here. She also could not speak while in her wolf form here, which she knew would be a difficult gap to cross.

Then she noticed several villagers gathered outside their houses, looking up at the purple sky in awe and wonder to the spectacle they had witnessed- a huge beast falling from the sky. No one seemed to notice Amaterasu. She slinked off to a place where no one would notice her for a while to recuperate from the brutal events. There, she let her tears fall. Beautiful, sparkling tears that gleamed in the rising moon light, but tears of deep, brutal, scarring sorrow, none the less.

She waited there, in that village for years. She waited for Waka's prophecy to become fulfilled, and year by year, she watched as another innocent, defenseless maiden was chosen as a sacrifice to the dreaded Orochi. The worst part was, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it for now. The villagers, when they noticed her patrolling the streets at night near the time of the sacrifice, began to call her a monster, a familiar of Orochi's. They had no clue as to how much it hurt her to hear them call her that. They eventually dubbed her "Shiranui".

Once, while exploring Shinshu Field, as the place was called, she noticed a cat statue. Curious, she held her brush over it and lo and behold, purple smoke erupted from the brush's tip. She painted a line from the statue to the top of the ledge it was situated against. She climbed up the line, which had turned into yellow paw prints, to highest place in all of Shinshu Field. That's when she noticed also the large dome at the top of a hill. From its top came a seven-pronged sword. She could tell by the stone of its make and the mere architecture that it was made by the Moon Tribe. So, they've visited this land, too. She painted a lightning bolt to the tip of the sword, not sure what else to try, and the dome began to turn. It turned, until a small door opened. Just in the doorway, a small yellow light lay on the ground. She walked up to it to find that it was a small person wearing a beetle shell on his head. When she sniffed him, he rolled over, then sat up. "What the-" he started, then looked closer at the wolf in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Are you a god?" Amaterasu twitched her ears and wagged her tail at the recognition. "Well, what's your name?" Amaterasu could only speak in her mind, but the little man could tell what it was she was trying to say. "Amaterasu? That's a bit long…Mind if I just call you Ammy? Well, I'm Ishaku, Poncle of Pnc'tan and 6th Celestial Envoy. Nice to meet you. What'd ya say if I just follow you around for a bit?" and so was her first real friend in the land of men.

One day, a boy was born. Amaterasu had a very definite feeling of faith in this boy, named Nagi. She watched him grow, year by year, until he was a middle-aged self-proclaimed warrior. For several years, each time near the festival, he challenged her. She would accept the challenge to test his skills. But each year, he failed to thwart her, even a bit. She was very concerned in his lack of the ability to do this, for if he could not beat her, then how could he possibly defeat Orochi? As her faith began to wein, she spoke with Ishaku on the subject.

"Just have faith in him, Ammy! You have to!" encouraged Ishaku. She was very glad to have him as a companion.

Each year they fought, until the ninety-ninth year of Orochi's reign. That night, Amaterasu had walked through a gate, obviously built by the Moon Tribe. She arrived a hundred years in the future, in a strange, snowy land. There, she fought alongside a wolf that was uncannily similar to herself, whom of which also traveled with a spunky Poncle. She seemed stunned that she was there. With that wolf was also a dark blue and crimson furred wolf, who was referred to as "Oki". Selfish and stupid he seemed, and it was for him that she became so gravely injured for. When the other white wolf, who was also called "Ammy" by her Poncle-this confirmed Amaterasu's thought that this was to be her reincarnation- saved her from falling to her doom on the side of a volcano, she saw that Oki had saved them all from being crushed by a large tree. He stayed by her side until Ishaku arrived. (And while she didn't mention it, she was rather insulted when Oki kept referring to her as a male) She finally managed to gather her last ounce of strength, and left to go back through the Moon tribe-built time-gate, or Spirit Gate, as Ishaku came to call it, to face her true doom while saving Nagi from a falling stone in the Moon Cave. She was pleased to know that her reincarnation had also gone through the Spirit Gate, and had fought her own battle for her. At least the job had been done. As she lye in a soft patch of grass in Kamiki Village, slowly awaiting the end of her own days, she felt her soul begin to split, into thirteen entites...A grin crossed her face. It was over. Alas, Orochi had been slain, and no more would it hurt innocent people. Now that she knew that she would be reborn, she also hoped to see Waka again. To thank him for all that he had done. An old hand stroked her head, and she let out a hoarse bark, and drifted off, as if into sleep.

And you know the rest of the story.

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