A Goddess Walks Among Us
Ten-year-old Hermione Granger sighed heavily. Her parents were at a meeting for their neighborhood association and wouldn't be back until well after her bedtime. All of her homework was done—embarrassingly easy for the girl—and she'd already eaten the dinner that her parents had left for her and put the dishes in the sink to be washed. She plodded through the empty house, her footsteps echoing on the cold floor and the bare walls.
A heavy weight settled on her shoulders as she changed into her nightclothes, as if a ton of something rotted and putrid had been strapped to her chest. Feeling abnormally cold for August, she threw an extra blanket onto her bed and curled up under the sheets, falling into a fitful sleep.
"Hermione," said a warm, feminine voice. Hermione opened her eyes, finding herself floating in a void of swirling pale yellows and cream-colored clouds. In front of her was a magnificent white wolf with crimson markings and a cloud-like mane, sitting on its haunches and staring at her.
"Who—who are you?" Hermione asked.
"I am Amaterasu," the wolf said in that same warm, motherly voice, "Nippon's Sun goddess."
"Am…am I dreaming?" Hermione asked.
"No, dear Hermione," Amaterasu said. "You are in the Celestial Plane, home of all the deities. I brought you here because you are to my avatar in the Material Plane."
"Yes. You will be a physical manifestation of my power in the world you know." Hermione balked at that, holding her hands up in front of her.
"I—I can't…," Hermione said. "I'm Christian, and—" Amaterasu let out a short bark of a laugh.
"That doesn't matter," she said. "There is evil spreading throughout your land. You will need to gather the powers of the Celestial Brush Gods to aid another Chosen defeat his destined foe."
"Who am I supposed to…? Why me?"
"All in good time, Hermione," Amaterasu said. "I will lend you my power, to aid you on your quest." Amaterasu shifted into a glowing orb that flew forward and circled around Hermione once before sinking into her chest.
Hermione awoke with a start, breathing heavily. The clock radio on her nightstand read 2:14 a.m., and her room felt colder than ever. She pulled herself out of bed, a pressure building in her that needed to be emptied. The bright lights in the bathroom blinded her, and she clenched her eyes shut against the glare. Her eyes adjusted quickly and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She froze. She blinked at herself. She reached a hand forward to touch the mirror, staring wide-eyed.
Her hair had turned snow-white, though it was still a bushy mess, and a pair of pointed ears was poking out of it, flicking this way and that. Swirling crimson markings decorated her face, shoulders, chest and back.
Ten-year-old Hermione Granger, avatar of Amaterasu, screamed.
AN:/Hello, there. Kusojs here with his first story published (though not the first written). The attempt was to do something that I hadn't seen before, and after playing Okami for several hours straight, this idea came up and attacked me.
While I do appreciate reviews, I'm not going to go and beg for them, or withold updates until I get a quota. I will listen to all helpful reviews left by those authors that care enough.
I haven't decided on pairings, yet, and considering that Hermione and most of the crew haven't really hit puberty yet, I don't think I'll have to for a while.
And yes, Hermione will be getting all of the Brush Techniques, but not all at once. She's going to have to work for them.
Until next time, then!