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The Books of Oyja I: The Tenju
Chapter 1 Meeting of the Tenju

The bodies were down and my heart was dank. Innocence gone and a day ahead that would be hard to face because of my crime. Blood was on my hands that I couldn’t erase. I did the murders out of personal hate and not for pay.

I had noticed for awhile that I was becoming…uncontrollable. The tiniest motion setting me rolling downward. It was hate that gripped my soul so hard I felt it ripping into me. It came out and in as it pleased. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in. Lashing out and all these people dead. I felt some grime satisfaction and also great sorrow because the deed was now done.

Life was over for me. There was nothing to live or die for. Life and death were nothing to me now. I got up and leaned against a wall. Human blood spilled by human hands. What was there to do?

“Aren’t you looking at life a little too blindly, Carrie Minaz?” A voice asked. I turned around quickly and saw a human male with black hair and robes that were tattered.

“What do you mean? I see life as it really is. I don’t need anyone’s help.” I replied. He smiled at me.

“Why did you kill them then?” He asked and smirked. I was speechless and looked blankly. There was no reason for the killing. No reason at all. “I can make you see more clearly. Make you able to see the only way for you.”

This would’ve made me afraid before but now I was at the end. “What deal can you make that would override my problems?”

He walked over to me. “The way of the Tenju. The way of being able to look through brick walls and communicate between time and space. The way of being able to defeat death itself.”

“I don’t need to defeat death or talk to anyone. I only need myself.” I replied.

“This is fine. Think it over.” He said, laughed, and walked away. He would not win over me. I would not allow him to. Even though I was a girl of 15, I wouldn’t let him rule me.

I took some food with me and went my own way. It had started to snow and all was bleak. A raven flew overhead. Odd. Nothing, most likely. You’re just spooked because of the man. I hadn’t recognized him. I had made some enemies but none like that.

The raven flew overhead again.

I was on a back road that was covered in snow and was not usually used. I doubted that anyone would come by. I thought that anything to make me forget this hardship was a good thing. Anything.

The raven flew overhead and landed right in front of me. Was it the same one? It started to change. It grew in size and it’s feathers changed into human skin and clothes that were like the mysterious man’s. The hair was also the same dark black.

I drew back a little but then stopped myself. I’m already dead so why worry?

“I didn’t introduce myself before. My name is Kuhn Tenju. A messenger only and a friend to some.” He crossed his arms. “What do you want me to do for you?”

“I want nothing, really. Just a way to forget all of this.” Kuhn stared at me.

“Memory is very important, Carrie.” He said. “Without memory you do not know who you are and that means your identity is lost forever.”

“But nothing is worth remembering.” I argued. Who would want memory of killing? What would be the point?

“The smallest thing can make everything clear. Even the soothsayers can’t say exactly what will affect what. All they know is that without identity you are nothing but a grain of sand.”

“What’s bad with a grain of sand? It feels no pain. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“But where will you go afterwards? You’ll have nothing. You’ll have gained nothing. You have to have an aim for something. Or else life is nothing.”

“Life is nothing already!” I yelled to Kuhn. He then took my hand.

“Let me show you something.” He said and then took me off the road to a small town with a café. The scent of the coffee was overpowering. I noticed some police officers that must have been sent to find out who did the murders. One was a Squib and his partner, a JN-66, was hovering by the speeder. “I can make you free and have no trouble with the law.”

Suddenly a moocher came out of the café and two more officers, both Dashades, followed it. I was worried that I would be noticed but my fear was not needed. The Squib looked at the moocher and sighed. “Not him again. Ver,” The Squib said. “This is the last time. There have been 5 murders committed.”

The moocher shook its head and said, “I know nothing. I wasn’t by there today!” It squirmed but couldn’t get away. It was taken into the speeder and they went away. Kuhn must have felt happy to see my position.

“They will find you, Carrie, and I promise you, the law is harsh. I’ve been on both sides of it; the good and the bad. I was a lawyer on Arbra.” Kuhn smiled. “They are trying to better themselves and in doing so will only kill themselves more quickly.”

Time stopped for me and I felt a great change coming on. “I don’t want to be imprisoned, Kuhn, this is what I ask of you.” I said.

“And it shall be done.” He promised.

Author’s Note: Tenju, I think, are actually shape shifting demons in Japan. The only thing I kept the same about the tenju is the shape shifting part. I got the name Kuhn from the day of my SATs. I didn’t bring a book, dumb me, and so I looked around the room. My eyes wandered to the board and I saw the name Mrs. Kuhn. I liked the name Kuhn and so I kept it.

Description
The Books of Oyja I: The Tenju
Chapter 1 Meeting of the Tenju

The bodies were down and my heart was dank. Innocence gone and a day ahead that would be hard to face because of my crime. Blood was on my hands that I couldn’t erase. I did the murders out of personal hate and not for pay.

I had noticed for awhile that I was becoming…uncontrollable. The tiniest motion setting me rolling downward. It was hate that gripped my soul so hard I felt it ripping into me. It came out and in as it pleased. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in. Lashing out and all these people dead. I felt some grime satisfaction and also great sorrow because the deed was now done.

Life was over for me. There was nothing to live or die for. Life and death were nothing to me now. I got up and leaned against a wall. Human blood spilled by human hands. What was there to do?

“Aren’t you looking at life a little too blindly, Carrie Minaz?” A voice asked. I turned around quickly and saw a human male with black hair and robes that were tattered.

“What do you mean? I see life as it really is. I don’t need anyone’s help.” I replied. He smiled at me.

“Why did you kill them then?” He asked and smirked. I was speechless and looked blankly. There was no reason for the killing. No reason at all. “I can make you see more clearly. Make you able to see the only way for you.”

This would’ve made me afraid before but now I was at the end. “What deal can you make that would override my problems?”

He walked over to me. “The way of the Tenju. The way of being able to look through brick walls and communicate between time and space. The way of being able to defeat death itself.”

“I don’t need to defeat death or talk to anyone. I only need myself.” I replied.

“This is fine. Think it over.” He said, laughed, and walked away. He would not win over me. I would not allow him to. Even though I was a girl of 15, I wouldn’t let him rule me.

I took some food with me and went my own way. It had started to snow and all was bleak. A raven flew overhead. Odd. Nothing, most likely. You’re just spooked because of the man. I hadn’t recognized him. I had made some enemies but none like that.

The raven flew overhead again.

I was on a back road that was covered in snow and was not usually used. I doubted that anyone would come by. I thought that anything to make me forget this hardship was a good thing. Anything.

The raven flew overhead and landed right in front of me. Was it the same one? It started to change. It grew in size and it’s feathers changed into human skin and clothes that were like the mysterious man’s. The hair was also the same dark black.

I drew back a little but then stopped myself. I’m already dead so why worry?

“I didn’t introduce myself before. My name is Kuhn Tenju. A messenger only and a friend to some.” He crossed his arms. “What do you want me to do for you?”

“I want nothing, really. Just a way to forget all of this.” Kuhn stared at me.

“Memory is very important, Carrie.” He said. “Without memory you do not know who you are and that means your identity is lost forever.”

“But nothing is worth remembering.” I argued. Who would want memory of killing? What would be the point?

“The smallest thing can make everything clear. Even the soothsayers can’t say exactly what will affect what. All they know is that without identity you are nothing but a grain of sand.”

“What’s bad with a grain of sand? It feels no pain. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“But where will you go afterwards? You’ll have nothing. You’ll have gained nothing. You have to have an aim for something. Or else life is nothing.”

“Life is nothing already!” I yelled to Kuhn. He then took my hand.

“Let me show you something.” He said and then took me off the road to a small town with a café. The scent of the coffee was overpowering. I noticed some police officers that must have been sent to find out who did the murders. One was a Squib and his partner, a JN-66, was hovering by the speeder. “I can make you free and have no trouble with the law.”

Suddenly a moocher came out of the café and two more officers, both Dashades, followed it. I was worried that I would be noticed but my fear was not needed. The Squib looked at the moocher and sighed. “Not him again. Ver,” The Squib said. “This is the last time. There have been 5 murders committed.”

The moocher shook its head and said, “I know nothing. I wasn’t by there today!” It squirmed but couldn’t get away. It was taken into the speeder and they went away. Kuhn must have felt happy to see my position.

“They will find you, Carrie, and I promise you, the law is harsh. I’ve been on both sides of it; the good and the bad. I was a lawyer on Arbra.” Kuhn smiled. “They are trying to better themselves and in doing so will only kill themselves more quickly.”

Time stopped for me and I felt a great change coming on. “I don’t want to be imprisoned, Kuhn, this is what I ask of you.” I said.

“And it shall be done.” He promised.

Author’s Note: Tenju, I think, are actually shape shifting demons in Japan. The only thing I kept the same about the tenju is the shape shifting part. I got the name Kuhn from the day of my SATs. I didn’t bring a book, dumb me, and so I looked around the room. My eyes wandered to the board and I saw the name Mrs. Kuhn. I liked the name Kuhn and so I kept it.