User blog:Gabriltar/An Encounter by Moonlight (Chapter 1)

I saw all the fanfics going around and I thought I'd try my hands at it too, being an avid fan of the game, let me know your thoughts, feedback is of course appreciated, and please keep in mind this is the first time I've done this, well, then please enjoy (I hope) and here goes:

In a small village out in the wilderness a young woman was patrolling the village at night.

She was going through the usual route in her patrols, the village seemed quiet, nothing amiss. This was of course not unexpected it was a small village and it was rare that anything ever happend but it was still her duty to patrol the villages quiet streets.

"Ah... This is always so boring" sighed the young monk in training but then suddenly a high pitched scream resounded in the air.

"I just had to open my big moiht didn't I..." the monk chided herself, as she run in the direction of the scream.

When she arrived she was surprised, standing in front of her was a tall figure who had his back towards her and he was wielding a katana. Underneath him, he had pinned down a poor helpless woman who must have been on the way home after a hard days work; she looked to be unconcious.

The figure started leaning down towards the woman and when he opened his mouth she saw fangs that could not have belonged to any human.

The young monk immediatley snapped out of her reverie and shouted, "What do you think your doing, daemon? This is the territory of the Black Moon Clan and daemons will not be allowed to do as they please!"

The figure turned his head to look at the monk and she got a clear look at the daemon, it was a Yasha. She had heard the fearsome stories about theses man-eating daemons and this one looked rabid too boot. However, it also looked like he was wounded, his yukata was shredded from his left shoulder down to his waist and his Katana wielding arm was bleeding profusely.

Suddenly the daemon moved at impossible speeds and the monk immediatley lost sight of him. "Damn, I let my guard down." breathed the monk as she got into a fighting stance.

Calming her heart and closing her eyes she sensed the pressence of the daemon behind her. It would attack soon and she had to be prepared to move quickly to dodge it and counter-attack before it could attack a second time, fortunately it was wounded so she they would at least be on an even playing field.

Fast as lightning the Yasha swung its sword form behind her, dodging by a mere few milimeteres the young monk moved to the left before grabbing the Yasha's torn yukata and pulling it back before delivering a series of quick jabs before throwing the daemon to the gorund. The Yasha was stunned by the attack and the young monk continued her assault, however the daemon soon recovered and had opened up some space between them and this time he seemed serious.

"Damn they're tougher than I though, this isn't looking good." thought the young monk as she dodged the umpteenth swing from the Yasha, unable to throw anymore punches due to the length of the katana. Whats worse was that, where she was growing more and more tired with each moment the Yasha seemed to only grow stronger. Finally a hilt bash from the Yasha connected and the monk was thrown backwards a good 15 feet right in to the town wall.

She could feel the blood trickling from her forhead as she clumsily raised herself from the wall. "I cannot let it end like this" she thought as she glanced at the Yasha, the Yasha was already preparing for another attack.

Then out of nowhere a sharp whistling sound could be heard and an arrow struck the Yasha square in the chest and the daemon screamed with agony. "Are you alright?" spoke a voice from the darkness as the young monk begun to fade from conciousness. "Hey, pull yourself together." the voice called out as it worriedly approached but the monk had run her reserves out and relief took with it the last of her energy and the last thing she rememberd seeing was the Yasha being cornered by several more figures both wielding katanas though one seemed to be wearing a school girls oufit for some reason. She thought she found this amusing as she faded into oblivion.

-several hours later-

In the sitting room of Clan Black Moons headquarters two men spoke of the events a couple of hours ago. One of them was the figure from the shadows, a Ghost Agent who was tasked with tracking and sealing the rogue Yasha. The other was an old man who was the leader of the Black Moon Clan, a group of Shaolin warrior monks dedicated to defeating daemons that threatened innocent civilians.

"I can't believe she is just a trainee! She fought unarmed against a Yasha and she held her own." spoke the agent.

"Indeed, she is one of our best and brightest." replied the old man, "Her name is Hisako, a young orphan who lost her parents during an attack by a rogue daemon 15 years ago. We took her in and she has been with us ever since. I expect great things from her."

"Then I would like to extend an invitation to her and any of your monks who are willing to join the Ghost Guild." spoke the agent.

"Most of is in the clan are old and set in our ways so I will have to decline, however you may ask Hisako herself is she wished to join, I believe she wants to expand her horizons, she is at that age after all." replied the old man chuckling to himself.

"Thank you, sir, if nothing else I would like to apologize to her, if I had not let my guard down the Yasha would never have escaped into your town and she would not have been hurt."

Then voice came from the other room, "There is nothing to apologize for mister, you saved my life and the life of that woman afterall. As for your offer, I am honoured and I accept, by the way who were those daemon's you were with if you dont mind me asking."

Surprised but nonetheless pleased the Agent answered, "The one who shot the arrow is named Kyu and the two that cornered the Yasha was Kiri and Lady Suzaku. I'm glad to hear your approval, and welcome to the Ghost Guild, your life as an Ghost Agent has just begun!"