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Dark Magatama
A baby was born. For some reason, the baby never uttered a single cry, but she was gripping her fist tight. Inside her hand, there was a magatama as black as onyx.
Soon after, the baby's parents died of an epidemic. The baby was adopted by relatives in the clan. In her hand, there was a magatama as black as onyx.
When the baby grew into a child, her relatives died in a war. The clan tried to isolate the child from everyone. In her hand, there was a magatama as black as onyx.
When the child grew to be a young girl, the entire clan died from illness, natural disasters, war, and famine. Every type of terrifying calamity plagued the people and ultimately killed them. In her hand, there was a magatama as black as onyx.
The girl grew up hearing she should never have been born. She cursed herself for being born. But on she lived, being cursed by those around her and cursing them in turn. In the shrine maiden's hand was a magatama as black as onyx.
Everything stemmed from this magatama...the power of the shrine maiden of destruction. But that was probably just everyone’s imagination. There is no sin in being born. She only realized this when...there was someone who believed so.
“That’s why, Future, I want you to prove something with me. I want to prove that this power saves people...maybe even the world!”
...The magatama as black as onyx will likely never shine again.