The white star

The white star is a story that tells you more about the character Shiro Tsukishima, a mage of Tsukiyomi, alongside the Order of Kotoamatsukami. It berings forward the actions of a child that has a long ways to go before he can change from his wicked ways back to being a normal Japanese teenaged boy.

Main Character
Shiro Tsukishima an adopted child of Tsukiyomi and her mage. He was shown to have been living on the streets as a child. When he met Tsukiyomi, he noticed she was a beautiful pale white asian woman. He thinks of her as a mother.

Secondary Character
Tsukiyomi is the adoptive mother of Shiro and also she is shown to be his Master. The both of them have a connection and she also seems to help out with advice and wisdom. Even though Tsukiyomi isn't the Goddess of wisdom, she knows that becoming wicked will lead to your own dismay. Tsukiyomi at times has been shown to act the part of a mother towards Shiro, and often calls him Tsukishima more than by his first name.

The white star
Everything looked bleak for me. Now I laid in a spiral of death, bodies of the armies of men as I watched the clouds graze across the sky. Nothing seemed to bother me. Not the smell of death and iron. Not the scenerary and not even the fact that I had killed-off over a hundred men. Looking back at it, I had done this so often that I hadn't cared much about it.

I rose from the ground and sat on the grass pivoted on my rum as I gazed at the achers of dead bodies. ''Impressive. ''I thought. ''To think, that I could beat my previous score. Three hundred and seventy five men lay on the grounds in puddles of blood. Hmph.''

I rose to my feet and took a sigh of relief. "There, now I can continue reading my book." I pulled out a red book from a pocket dimension as I walked away. "Now let's see, which story should I read?" I flipped through the pages reading various spells of magic as I caught one that seemed interesting. It was a byfrost spell. Something that connected this world with the realm of the Norse. I gazed at it a smiled. "I shall reveal this Tsukiyomi, she might understand it seeing as she is the Goddess of the Sun, even the most powerfulest god would know about others."

In a flashing red light the book morphed into another book. It seemed to be an interesting story, it told about a quest, and considering the way it bantered back and forth, I felt kinda bad for the heroes.

"Whoever wrote these stories, they are amazing. Surprised that I could understand all these old words." In a cold breeze a man sporting a long trench coat and a a samurai sword appeared before me. He was rather old and ruggid.

His eyes were coated with fear, he twitched with the same emotions as he staggered closer. I knew why he was here. He was supposed to be a scouting patrol. A Japanese patrol. The last hero that could probably help out with the world. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I announced as I continued reading the story of the heroes on their quest. It seemed interesting, the way the author had described was an old fashioned way, probably Old English.

In a swift movement, the man slashed right through me. In a lash of blood he realized he had won. Seconds after I reformed out of black crows. I gazed at the man as I turned the page of my book. Shifting slowly it transformed back into its original state. "Too bad, an I honestly, though I could save your life. But farewell my friend. If anything, pray to your god that the afterlife is more pleasent." As I took a deep breath a bright light radiated from my book. Speaking in the anceint language of the gods I cursed the man to eternal torment as my illusion burned away his arms and legs, seconds later he began to lose organs. First his tongue. Then his hands. After came his arms. Soon came his legs. Then his ears. Until he was stripped of everything but his eyes. He kept his eyes that way he could see his end as he parished by the eternal fire that came to life. He burned to ashes in Amaterasu.

Closing my book, the man's body plummited to the grounds as his brains had been devestated. He was no more. I had killed him, but this time, I had used my book. "Fool." I murmured as I walked away.

"That fool, cost me a spell." I uttered as I walked away into the sunlight.

Trivia

 * 1) The story takes place during his training with Tsukiyomi. Tsukishima is younger than his current age, and as of now we only know this. Beikeiai17 hasn't decided how old he is though.
 * 2) Tsukishima is known to be a cold blooded killer, not caring how many people he has to kill in order to prove his loyalty to Tsukiyomi.
 * 3) The Book he holds seems to harvest the powers of Kotoamatsukami, the heavenly Gods that brithed Creation. It also seems to bare resmeblance to the Book of the End, wheilded by another character named Tsukishima.