Sheath, Prologue

Twenty-one years ago a baby was born. A Japanese baby, born in Japan. You probably don't think much of this, thousands of children are born every year in Japan, more across the world! But this one was different,... special you might say. Nothing looked special about her, but it was there, in the way she acted.

She would be happily drawing, or coloring, then she would get up, and sneak around. When she did this we always lost her. She didn't come out until she said so. She'd continue to slink around, then she'd jump! Onto anything, furniture, ankles. Many pets fell victim to this attack. Then she would stop, and go back to coloring. Almost like it had never happened, like she remembered nothing.

This continued until she was three. That's when she learned to talk. She told us... that she couldn't remember her attacks. She said all she did was color. We got... worried.

We took her to many doctors. One said it was mood swings, another said it was memory loss. Each doctor just said the opposite of the last. Then we took her to one last doctor, a physiologist. He told us she had multiple personalities. This seemed like the right answer so we listened. He took her into a room and we waited, and waited, and waited. For what felt like hours. Then he came out, and told us.

"I spoke to your daughter... and she does have separate personalities." We just sat, and listened, it was all we could do. "I was able to talk to both personalities, and diagnosis it. When she switches, sh can't remember anything about what she did before the switch. Unfortunately I could'nt find out what brings the switches." We just sat there quietly, we had no idea what to say, then my husband said:

"What are the two different... um... personalities."

"This is the interesting part. Your daughter is a artist, a creator. While her other... self is a..."

"A?" I asked.

"That other personality acts like a assassin, a destroyer, a killer." we didn't know what to say, what could we? We had just found out our daughter shared a body with a killer. "I'm so sorry." said the doctor.

"What would say to do?" I asked.

"I would say martial arts, and sword when shes older. That will teach her discipline and control."
We thanked him and left. Still a little shocked.

At five she started karate. Then at fifteen she took sword. It helped, but the problem was still there. At seventeen we had to move to America. We had no choice. She continued to practice, and even graduated with a arts degree. Now she is twenty-two, and the story truly begins. Though that is hers to tell you.