October Thirteenth

Once, there were only animals and men. The deer roamed without fear and birds sang loud. Men only used horses and regular beasts of burden. Then, Kyla came. Our village was peaceful and in the mountains. Rice fields grew high up on peaks and our village lay in the valley below. The wandering woman Kyla came with excitement in her eyes. She held a reed basket, claiming she held the future. The elders scoffed at her and went back to work.

However frightened or disappointed the elders were, we children stayed. Our eyes were glued to the gold glowing basket. Kyla told us tale about the Okianimals. The Okianimals were larger, stronger, faster versions of the wildlife we had. Wolves as big as horses, horses as big as houses, bluebirds as big as hawks. We begged her and begged her to open the basket, but she just smiled and said,

"Curiosity killed the cat."

I glared at her and saying, "And satisfaction brought her back."

Kyla smiled at me. Being six I was cute, big brown doe eyes usually worked in puppy faces. She leaned down and beckoned me, my brother, Boreas, and a few others in our village to come nearer.

"Only for you." She said and opened the basket a crack.

I immediately saw flashes of meaningless light dance before me. My eyes saw everything in a brown tint. I blinked a couple of times and my eyesight tinted gold. The light flashes became clear to my eyes. Little white animals with gold light behind them appeared and walked around. I was in space, so it seemed. The animals were the only light and the rest, I'm sure, was black. Boreas held my hand as we looked around, seeing the animals and the others.

Suddenly, it was over. The world seemed to collapse into itself and we were back in the village. We all looked around in amazement. Our normal colored eyes had turned abnormally colored and metallic. My eyes, Boreas told me, were a light pink, his, an orange as fierce as the sunset. We all looked to Kyla. She was smiling, "I'm going to show this to the world." she told us. The next day she was gone. Later on we found we could do things. I could swim faster and hold my breath for a longer time and Boreas could jump higher. Some of the others could see farther, hear differently than we did, do small things. Mostly the experience enhanced our senses slightly. Soon after, tattoos appeared on our bodies. Our parents, furious we had them at such an early age, tried to get them off. It never worked, of course. Sometimes our eyes changed color but kept equally metallic; our tattoos changed to the color along with them. We figured that our eyes were somehow linked to our tattoos but it's just a guess.

November Twenty third

Years ago I wrote about an evil woman who wanted to change to world with her animals. It seems to have happened. Boreas is dead. An Okianimal killed him. What we call an Okiwolf. The town is in ruins and I am alone.

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I closed my great-great grandmothers journal. This is what its come to, I thought. A war against the Okianimals and Kyla.

I tucked the leather book into my kimono and brushed my short hair

"Paw! It's time to go, get a move on!"

I sighed and stood. Taking one last look in the mirror I rushed to the side of the stage. My friend Alana grinned at me and snapped her fan open in front of my face, "Our audience awaits." she said in a mock rich voice.

I smiled. "What ever you say."