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GO READ "BRAINLESS MONKEYS" BEFORE CONTINUING (if u already read it plz continue only if the others before this and after "Brainless Monkeys" u have also read... thnx)

all the characters have their very own color:

Sheosho = white

Toki = cyan

Homiaru = orange

Iroshi = violet

others maybe added l8r...

::Recap::
NOW WHAT?!
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With quivering hands I picked up the journal and stared at the first page. "Somebody... wrote in the journal... now I can't return it..." I felt myself begin to cry as my eyes fell to the words on the once empty page. "I told them this wasn't mine... and they wrote in it anyways?" Anger, betrayal, and loneliness all hit me at once. "Why...? What did I-" My eyes scanned over the writing and all my previous emotions melted away into confusion. "I recognize this handwriting... it's mine!" I tried focusing my eyes the best I could as I read:

Dear journal,

Another year of my life has gone bye. Many new questions about my future as my father's second in command have come with the passing year as well. Now that I have turned 16, I am finally old enough to join the fight to save the land I have grow to love so much. My skill has improved one thousand fold and my desire for battle grows stronger everyday. The worry of my mother is great but I must not let that bother me. I am the prophesized child, the choose one that will end this battle of father against son, land against land, and bring peace back to this world of so many. By the moons that rise in the night sky, I stall end the suffering that has been for scores of years. It shall be I that defeats the evil that lurks in my people?s hearts and has long before I draw first breath. There is only one thing I fear most. My own darkness... Will I be able to control it and use it to my own advantage or will it consume my very soul? Might my own death be by my very hands or my enemy's? If so, will my death bring peace or only more sorrow? These many questions have littered my mind ever since the day I realized my powers of the dark flames. Watching that man, whom tried stealing my purity, lay in a living death brought me much joy and has worried me a great deal since.

A wise woman in my village spoke these words the day of my birth on her deathbed:

A child shall be brought forth to this world today of the female gender...
She will bring either great peace or great, great sorrow...
Her path is her own...
Fighting will be a skill many will see in her and fear...
Few will really know the truth of her heart, including herself...
Unless she it unlike any shadow you nor I has ever seen...
A shadow is only a shadow because it hides from the light...
Though the light does not seek the shadow...
Her path is her own...

Every year when my day of birth arrives I hear the wind singing to the trees these very words. Which brings me to wonder if I am the dark that must find the light or peace will never be had, leaving my family, my friends, my... people to suffer forever more. The biggest puzzle to this prophecy it the saying, "Few will really know the truth of her heart, including herself..." There is very little since to this old woman's words. Though, there is very little since in all.

"This is some kind of joke, right? There's a hidden camera watching my every move, huh? The glowing man is only an over paid actor trying to cause me a heart attack, isn't he?" My words only seemed to be swallowed by silent and unheard to the shadows. I stared at the book in my lap trying to recall and forget all at once. I don't know how long I starred down at that book. Though, sleep found me like a cloud in the night sky blocking the moons guiding light. Well if you've read this far you must really like my story... or because I'm forcing you to read it! Bon Voyage! (<-Something in French... let's just pretend it means bye...)