How two souls intertwine Pt 1 Having emerged victorious in the tournament, I continued to flee Hayate and his small army of assassins. I have tried again and again every time I see Hayate to stop, but to no avale. Over and over again constant and rather ferocious battles... Although I have a feeling that he does not wish to bring any actual harm to me, I cannot help but wonder if his ties to our ways are stronger. Eventually I was driven to the very edge of Japan, the area itself is extremly beautiful, almost untouched by man.
It's lush forests and strong flowing rivers and plentiful animal life is so... peaceful. It does have its share of rape from mankind as would any other part of the world. But it is less apparent. And no matter what the situation...It is almost eternally warm. The kindly warm that you feel when you wake up from a long and sweet slumber. I wish this feeling all around me could last forever... but I must always stay on my guard, for who knows when Hayate might find me aga
The story of the Xenshin12/27/2028 11:17 PM
Text on this extinct portion of the human race has been lost for a very very long time
and it has taken some... conversation with certain scholars to discover lost chapters on
them. After years of searching, I, Dr. Necaline, have just uncovered likely the most
important part of our history. The Xenshin people were sort of a global order or
civilization, blessed by God and cursed by the devil. Although it is unsure of when this
civilization first began, this book does date far back into time, in the B.C. portion of
history. So it is assured that this civilization was completely different and perhaps even
invisible to most of the growing world.
Order of the world was the main goal of the Xenshin. They were to oversee it and make sure everything that was ment to be was, well, ment to be. So this blessing of God mustof been great knowledge, the blue-print of the world. They used most of this to create
machinery, fine metals and invent
The girl on fire I had never quite understood the true nature of the opposite sex, especially when it came to a certain girl. Not as shallow as one may presume, and yet still with many lessons yet to be learned. I suppose that is where I come in, unexpected as it may be. For I had, at the time, not found any reason to talk to anyone at that particular place. That nearly wretched place. A school?
Perhaps. The teachers were fine and dandy, but that is never really my problem. It was always the students. My peers that were so ever irritating. But she, even though confused as I at one time or another, was more or less a sanctuary compared to sitting with those animals. Her name was Marlo.
Her hair was not so far from the delicate beauty of a raven's feathers, its own occasional bobs and swirls magnificent and strangely dramatic. Her skin oddly pale for a girl of that age. No time to be depressed and anti-social if you haven't had any problems yet in your life. At the pre