Chapter 1

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In a small town unknown to those of the world, there are rules that are followed. Those rules are the same of those that had been followed in the old days when witches, and demons roamed the world, free, untamed, and judged with out care. This small town lays itself down near the beautiful shore of the sea on one of the larger islands of Japan.

In this small town, near the sea, where they follow those rules, there lives a woman and her family. And this woman does not follow those rules that have been forced.

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"I Am A Witch

When I stand up for my beliefs, and myself they call me a "Witch".

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a Witch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way, they call me a Witch.
Being a witch entails raising my children to be strong people
who have a solid sense of personal and social responsibility
who are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in
who love and respect themselves for the beautiful beings they are.
Being a witch means that I am free to be the wonderful creature I am,

With all my own intricacies, contradictions, quirks and beauty.

Being a witch means I won't compromise what's in my heart.

It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak up against it, I am defined as a witch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone else's maid or when I act a little selfish.
I am proud to be a witch! It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken, opinionated and determined.

By Goddess, I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!
So, try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a witch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it. I love this, I can call myself a witch now and not feel bad about it!"

Once she had finished writing in her diary, Kun-loon went into the next room to check on her two sleeping children. Her husband had died a year ago come this Sunday.

She smiled lovingly at her two children and then returned to her room where she looked at the Diary. If only they knew what would happen because of that simple little book. If only.

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A young girl walked down the busy streets of a small town. Today was her sixteenth birthday and she was now aloud to marry and be known as an Adult in the eyes of the town’s people.

This young girl was also quite a beauty, and was pursued by many a man in her village. One in particular was about to ask her for her hand in marriage.

Kagome, the name of the girl, had just walked into a restaurant where she was to meet her mother and younger brother for lunch. With them she noticed was a few of her friends. Ayumi, Yuka, Eri, Dusuke, and Hojo.

Smiling fondly at them she sat down. But not two minutes later Hojo stood next to her, bent down on his knees. Completely surprising her.

“Um, Hojo-Kun what are you doing?” She asked, completely confused.

He smiled at her and brought a ring out.

“Kagome Higarashi, I wish to ask you to be my wife for the rest of our lives?”

Kagome gasped as she looked at him. People, including her family and other friends waited to hear her answer.

Kagome was afraid, she didn’t know what to say, all she knew was that she didn’t want to marry him, but she also didn’t want to hurt him in anyway.

“Um Hojo-kun, if it’s alright with you may I have some time to think this over?” She asked.

She watched him frown for a moment, before smiling and nodding.

“Of course Kagome-chan”

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Chapter 1 end