Day One

The book itself appears to be a simple, black leather bound diary.  It is the lock that's unusual.  There's no obvious keyhole.


The world is strange.

Some might have said this was abundantly obvious, but things never seemed that way.  The first sign should have been the shrine, for no obvious reason, taking on the land and tax bills for my family's home after father died.  But that things seemed so stable after that, who would have argued the point?  I certainly did not.  They even agreed to take me on to work there without most of their standard checks.  I was accepted far too fast.  And I still did not question.

Perhaps I should.

But hindsight is perfect.  I discovered, one day, the truth behind the absence of my mother.  I was summoned, one afternoon, to the inner shrine buildings - to the very building dedicated to Amaterasu.  There, I finally met my mother.  Should I have wondered more at this woman, claiming to be great Sun Goddess herself?  Who could have?  The very idea was too ludicrous to make up, and even then there was something unearthly about her.  She explained the simple truths of my life, and my heritage.  She gave me the information I needed and artifacts to help, and then...

I understand why I am sitting here now in a cabin in a remote part of America.  There is too much that demands their own attention, so the great kami send their children to discover what is taking towns, down to the last nail.  I just wish...Aren-san is not so bad, I suppose.  The others, Alanna and Moira, are...loud.  And certainly spirited.  It is like I am trapped living with drunken tourists with no sense of shame, sometimes.  But I have only known them for a few days.  Perhaps I have missed something.

After settling into this cabin, our small group headed down to the town we were to start our investigation in.  There was nothing there.  The whole area just wiped clean.  At least, that was before one of the Great Enemy's soldiers attacked us.