A walk at the beach, how wonderful. The seagulls calling in their language...the sounds the ocean makes at it beats against the shore. Peaceful, absolutely peaceful. That's how I like it, so I can sit on a beach rock or the warm sand. Either to enjoy the scenery or to sit back and read a wonderful book.

What's this? Up ahead of me I see something sprawled across one of the rocks and noticed it was a woman. I checked to see if she was alright. She seemed to be alright, but close to near death. I looked above me to see that she must have fallen from the cliff. That couldn't be, that fall would have killed her instantly.

When I looked back at the nearly dead woman, she wore a kimono with the colors of the sky and clouds. The way it looked to be wrapped around her body was a meaning that she was a lady in waiting. Her hair almost the same color as the sun had covered her face. Softly removing the hair from her face, I looked for the first time differently at a woman. She was beautiful... with those full lips and soft skin.

When she had started wheezing, I snapped out of my trance. Slowly opening her eyes she looked at me with....unbelievable! Green eyes?! That can't be! She was Chinese alright. But Chinese can't have green eyes. Her mouth tried to move as if trying to talk to me. I gave her the best encouraging look I could, but she went limp. I let my breath out slowly, I thought she was dead. But I checked again to make sure. She had no pulse...no heart beat.

When I laid my head on her chest to see if I could hear the smallest heart beat. She had taken a big breath. After that she started breathing normally. I stared unbelieving down at her steady breathing body. I sat there in shock for a moment before deciding to take her to my hut and care for her.

I now sit in front of a fire, letting the fires dance hypnotize me. I started to think a bit about my past...how cruel life can be. Before I decided to remember any of this stuff, I took another look at the strange woman. She's so different then others I met. She may not be as beautiful as some I have seen. It's mainly the beautiful one's that break a man's heart. But there's something about this woman that drags me so close to her. I feel as though I've known her from somewhere before.

Only laughing for even thinking that she may even have a thing for me. Returning back to the small fire that was lit inside my hut, I was pulling a twig apart in my hands and throwing it into the fire. The fire...it's the same color as the beautiful silk that my first love had wanted.

I was only a kid, just having one girl was something I wasn't good at. My family may have been rich, but that didn't mean I was. I was a boy that had such a way with the girls of our village. I'd go to this meadow that would bloom beautiful flowers everyday. I'd pick them and give one to each girl of the village.

The boys of the village tried doing the things I did but it was hard for them to. The girls always said they'd prefer a flower from me. As I was growing up, all the girls still had things for me. I knew I was getting close to the age of finding a woman for me. My mom would tell me about finding someone everyday of my teenage years.

I had plenty to choose from, but none seem to interest me. That's when a new family had decided to settle into the village. They even had a teenage daughter about the same age as me. She was absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful girl in the village.

When I was getting to know her, she was almost me. Liked the same things I liked, hated the things I hated. I remember how much I loved her. I finally came to the point that we had to married. Through out the whole ceremony she didn't seem to like it one bit.

Not long after we had a place of our own. That's when I found out that she and I weren't meant to be. I soon became her slave. I had no word in anything. If I ever tried, she would give me this look that made me take back my words.

For all those years I wouldn't try to stand in her way. She would go out every night saying she was going to a friends. But she would always come home with a man. Even though she knew that I knew she didn't care. She knew she had her power over me and I wouldn't do anything about it.

One day we were walking down the streets of all the markets. She stopped by a silk stand and wanted some silk...which I couldn't afford all of them. So she narrowed it down to one. A silk clothe that had the colors of the fire. I of course bought it. She made many different kimonos out of the silk.

It was so weird...that just out of nowhere I couldn't take it anymore. I gathered only a couple of my clothes. Needle, threads, I also took three different colors of my wife’s silk to sell incase I may need money. Gathering anything else I may have needed I left the village in the middle of the night for good.

It's been years since I had left. I learned many things. The main thing was how to fight and cure. I had also learned to sew. This was the perfect place to settle. Plenty of animals for food, herbs and water to help anyone who may be sick.

When the woman had groaned I snapped out of my thoughts. She was awake and tried to sit up. I ran up to her and had her lay back down. "You mustn't get up." I reached down to a bucket with cool water from the ocean and pulled out a wet rag from the bucket, squeezed the water form the rag and patted the rag on her sweaty forehead.

She looked around a bit before looking at me. "Where--am I?" she asked.

"You're in my hut." I replied putting the rag back into the bucket. "You seemed to have fallen from a cliff over by the ocean." I pointed in the direction of the cliff by the ocean. Even thought she can't see anything outside the hut, at least she would know which direction I found her. "It's a miracle you're not dead. That fall would have killed anyone." I reached over to get a cup off the table by the bed that she laied in. Slipping my hand under her head, I lifted her head up slightly and held the cup up to her mouth. She took a couple of sips. I then laid her head back down and set the cup back where I got it. "What's you name?"

The question came out of nowhere, but she seemed to look confused. "I-don't know." she replied in a voice much clearer then when she spoke before. "I don't remember anything..."

"What do you remember?" I asked.

"I remember the basic things...things you learn in school, but..." her expression turned back to confused. "I don't seem to remember anything about me. Where I come from...my name...my family."

"You must have amnesia..." I was so in shock I couldn't say anything else.

When I noticed the fire was about to go out, I ran over to put more sticks in it and blew at it to keep it lit. out of the side of my eye I see she had removed the blanket over her and sat up on the side of the bed with her feet on the grassed ground. When I tried to say something, she held up her hand stopping my words. "Please..." she said looking at me. "I feel fine, like you said I just have amnesia."

Wearing only her under garments that she wore under her kimono she stood up. She looked down at what she was wearing. "Where are my clothes?"

"They're...just outside. Hanging to dry." I replied pointing to the entrance of my hut.

She seemed no to care what she was wearing, but looked around my hut. Studying it in some way. I let her wonder around my small hut, she then stumbled upon the silk that I had taken from my wife. She looked at the three colors and moved a cheap clothe out of the way so she could have a feel. "Do you have any threads and a needle?"

"Uh...yes." The question came to a surprise to me. "Why?"

"I feel it's time to make a new kimono for me."

Even though I didn't understand her words, I had given her the threads and a needle. She stayed at my hut for weeks working on the kimono day after day. We would chat about things. We became close friends. She decided she didn't like me calling her Miss any longer. She asked me to choose a name for her.

"Angel," was the name I chose for her.

"Why Angel?" She asked sewing her kimono.

"When I found you, your kimono had the colors of the sky and clouds."

"I see..." She smiled. "It's a wonderful name, thank you." She thanked in a bow. "What's you name?"

"It's...Jen-Chan." I replied.

"Jen-Chan, if I had fallen from the cliff then that must mean I am from a village close to here."

I shook my head. "There's not another village for many miles."

Angel's happy expression changed to a worried look. "Then that means... there's no chance of me knowing who I am or..."

"There's always a chance..." My words seemed not to cheer her up. "Then you must travel."

She snapped her head up the face me. "What do you mean?"

"Travel to every village here...see if you could find the right village you came from."

Her expression brightened up a little, "Will you come with me Jen-Chan? To protect me."

I shook my head again, "No...I must stay here. I'll teach you...stay a while longer....and I'll teach you."

She cracked a smile and bowed in acceptance. Days later she had finished her kimono, she made me step outside the hut while she changed. I wait outside, with the ocean wind blowing at my face. Angel then stepped outside, I took one look at what she wore and knew she wasn't wearing a kimono. It turned out to be something a warrior would wear.

With boots that went up to her thighs, two long clothe parts hanging in the front and back of her from the waste, with body tight clothes just under the long clothes. With a belt like thing that she had made out of twigs and bark. The belt was funny looking when Angel started it, but she painted it with special sap from a tree, to make it more decent. The shirt she wore had no sleeves and showed off her stomach. With gloves that went up almost to her shoulders, but didn't cover her fingers.

For some time I looked up at her in shock. Angel had giggled "Shut your mouth, it's not very gentlemen like."

I shut my mouth quickly. I hadn't noticed my mouth hanging out openly. I then stood up to her height. "I thought you said you were make a kimono."

"I did...well I thought I was, but..." she looked at what she was wearing. "I didn't know I was making something like this."

I didn't really mind what she was making, she still looked as beautiful as when I first found her. "Are you ready for your training?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes," she replied with a bow a student would make to it's teacher.

I returned the bow and we started our training. Angel is a fast learner. It may have taken sometime to teach her all I know, but she learned a lot faster then I did. It's now 3 years later from the first day Angels training started. I now hide in the branches of a tree, waiting for her to walk into the woods that are not far from my hut.

I then heard and saw her walking closer to just below me. I waited till she was directly under me before I attacked, jumping down from the branch with a quick kick. Angel heard me jump, she grabbed my ankle and threw me to the ground, I jumped up quickly and threw a couple of swift kicks, she had blocked them all and got close enough to grab just behind my neck flipping me down to the ground again. Angel went to kick me when I was down, but I quickly rolled to the side. I went to sweep her to the ground, she jump rolled causing me to miss.

We both jumped up, Angel throwing punches and kicks at me. I blocked all of them. I did a round house and she ducked it, she swept me knocking me down again. I then jumped over behind her, Angel threw a kick at me, but I caught her foot, gave her a quick evil smile before flipping her to the ground.

Angel laid on the ground laughing, I reached my hand our to help her up. Angel grabbed my hand with a smile still on her face. I helped her up, but before I knew it she flipped me back down to the ground.

Angel started to laugh some more and I joined the laugh this time. "Okay, you win." Angel then reached down and helped me up.

"Your training is done, Angel." I bowed to her.

"You are a great teacher, Jen-Chan." She smiled to me. "My journey now begins...to find out who I am."

Part Two