Prolougue

     Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She was beautiful. She had
long black hair, and eyes as red as a fire in the night. At this time,
she was young though, only 7, but her beauty was still that of a
princess. She always sang toward the moon, and to the wolves, and as
much as she sang to them, they sang back. Along with her beauty, she was
smart for her age. She never really thought like most children her age
did. Her name was Kushimo. Kushimo Hinotori. Well, atleast she thought
it was, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. She was always happy,  and
had the sweetest grin on her face. Well, atleast until the massacre of
her family, and others in her village. It all started here.