Hello hello!! I finally got to writing chapter two!! Phew. I must say it was a lot of hard work. I spent bunch of time coming up with her Persona, what she looked like, her personality, how she would affect the others, etc.... I dunno, but I'm pooped. XD

Well, I'm still get used to writing in third person, so I'm working really hard at it!! Hopefully you'll enjoy the story and stick along for the ride, since it'll probably be a pretty long story. Hopefully I can't make it through the story too! XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this game. I don't even own this computer that I'm using, it's my sister's. So yeah, I own absolutely nothing. XD

Chapter 2: Hecate

April 22, 1999

The rain was pouring down on a dreary Thursday afternoon. Mourners were crowded around two freshly dug graves. All of the visitors had said their grievances to a small, wet seven-year-old. And, each time, she replied with "Thank you for your kind consideration." Whenever she said that, it threw them off guard, so they left her alone quickly. Everyone there was huddled under an umbrella to avoid having his expensive attire ruined, all but one.

The seven-year-old stood in the rain, absorbing the reality into her skin. "So," she mumbled to herself, "they're not going to show, even though my parents devoted their lives to his group." Her face scrunched up in disgust. A large commotion was being made at one of the roads that ran through the graveyard. A black limousine had pulled up.

The driver stepped out with an umbrella in his hand and opened the passenger's door. Out of it came the head of the Kirijo Group, Takeharu Kirijo. Right behind him was his daughter Mitsuru. Shocked that they actually showed up, Sheena gasped. "They did come after all . . ."

Mitsuru tugged on her father's jacket and whispered something to him. He smiled and nodded at her. After bowing to him and the men surrounding him, she headed toward Sheena. When she got closer to her, she reached in for a hug, but stopped herself. Her eyes looked down and concentrated on the ground. "I'm sorry about what happened to your parents," she said quietly. Silence hung in the air like an unspoken betrayal. "Umm . . .," began Mitsuru, "what . . . what will happen to you?" She sniffed. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Me?" spoke Sheena stoically. "I'm going to live with my aunt and uncle in Nara. They said the change in scenery would be good for me." She stared at Mitsuru, daring her to give her opinion.

Mitsuru swallowed the news as if she were swallowing a piece of hard salted meat. "Well. . . Maybe it will be good for you. . . But, if you leave, then I-I won't. . . have a friend!" She choked up on her words. She closed her eyes to keep the tears from pouring out.

Sheena smiled casually. "Don't worry, we'll still be friends. I promise!" she said reassuringly. Still with her grin, she put her hand on Mitsuru's shoulder. Mitsuru opened her eyes and looked Sheena straight in the face. "I said I promised! I'll keep to my word. Honest!" The two hugged before Mitsuru was called to leave. After she and her father left in the limousine, Sheena walked over to her parents' graves. Three old women were huddled near her. Their gossiping stung Sheena's ears.

"Well, Iheard that the child's parents went mad when they found out that she failed in the testing for the Kirijo Group. Turns out that they were doing some sort of experiments on themselves!" said the short, elderly woman. She was as plump as a ripe watermelon in the spring.

"Oh no! That's horrible," spoke the tallest of the three. Though her words sounded concerning, internally she was reveling in the scandal.

"What happened next?" the slender one asked. Her hands twisted her kerchief as she listened intently.

The short one straightened her back and pricked her nose into the air. "Supposedly, during one of the experiments, a loose wire got overheated, and the whole building went up in flames! Dr. Takai and his wife were the only two in the building at the time, so they lost their lives in the fire," she spoke excitedly. "Tsk. The Kirijo Group wouldn't have lost two of their best scientists if their child had just been able to do what she was told." The three crones glared at Sheena with distaste in their eyes and in their words.

Sheena could see them out of the corner of her eye. Tears swelled with rain as they ran down her cheeks. From afar, no one could tell that she was crying. "This. . . is so stupid!!" she mumbled angrily to herself. She sprinted out of the graveyard and up a steep hill as the rain continued to drizzle down. By the time she reached the top, her seven-year-old lungs were completely worn out.

Falling to her knees, she began to weep. "It was. . . all my fault. . .," she whispered, sobs hiccuping in between her words. "Now. . . what will happen. . . to me?" Releasing her anger, she pulled at the grass and shredded the blades to pieces. Some of the smaller, sharper rocks got underneath her fingernails and drew blood on her fingertips. The mud, rain, and blood mixed together, creating an ugly color on her fingertips.

As she cried, footsteps approached her. Looking up, she saw her fourteen-year-old sister Hikari. Hikari faced away from Sheena. Sheena took the chance to stand up, wipe away her tears, and attempt at wiping the mud off her dress. "You know," spoke her sister, "it's not your fault. They probably would have done that experiment stuff anyway, whether you succeeded. . . or failed." Hikari brushed her black hair behind her shoulders. "So you'll be living in Nara now, huh? You excited?" She faced Sheena.

Sheena sniffed a few times before answering. "Not really, I like Port Island a lot more. . . I have a friend here." Hikari's sparkling brown eyes got wide. "Uh-huh!" Sheena exclaimed proudly. "Mitsuru-chan's my friend! We're gonna stay friends even when we're separated!" She smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you have a friend, Sheena," Hikari spoke softly. She ran her hands through Sheena's slick, charcoal-grey hair. "Now you'll get to live near me! And, while you're in Nara, you can forget about all of this Persona mess."

Sheena shook her head. "No, I won't," she said determinedly. "I promise I'll save my family's name, and I won't be looked down upon anymore! I'll prove to them that I can summon a Persona!" She paused, hesitating. "Plus. . . I don't want Mitsuru-chan to feel alone, being the only Persona-user. I want to be able to stand by her side someday!" A knot that had been in her chest for a year finally uncoiled. A sense of relief flooded her body, and she felt as though she had achieved something. A word came to her head – Hecate. She tucked the name into a safe spot, a spot that she would come to once again when the time to meet her Persona came.

Still shocked at the sudden outburst, Hikari stared at her younger sister. She sighed. "Let's go. We need to start packing for your trip!" She flashed a smile, which Sheena happily showed back.

Well, hopefully you enjoyed it!! I know it's kinda sad an all, but I figured I'd stick to the whole "everyone-in-Persona 3-has-either-a-crappy-life-or-just-crappy-parents" thing. XD I think after each of the chapters now, I'll post some interesting facts about the mythology of her Persona. Just for fun (plus, after spending around five hours trying to find the right goddess, I feel the need to tell others of my knowledge).

Mesh Monster: Did you know that Hecate is the goddess of magic and was associated with crossroads *wink wink*!! I wonder if that'll relate to any of the character development she'll go through! *wink wink*

MoMo: Something must be wrong with the Mesh Monster. Its right eye keeps twitching. Oh well... Please leave a comment or some friendly criticism!! =)