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Son Goku-Seki

Darkness. It was hot, dark, and muggy. Just as it had been for the past five hundred years. The cave was small too, but that didn't bother me as much; I was short enough that I could lay spread eagle and have a limb and head touch the walls of my prison. When I stood, my head just scraped along the ceiling. So I spent a great of my time crouched down low.

I guess it could be worse, but I don't see why I'm here. What did I do to be sent to mountain prison? I had lived in heaven for around two hundred years. While I did cause some problems early on, like eating one forbidden peach, and making paper airplanes out of Lord Seishiro's documents (he told me to do something with them, how was I supposed to know he wanted them put away? They were such a mess when he gave them to me I thought they were trash.) But other than that I was good.minus a few fist fights with a some gods who were anti-demon, which I came off on top by the way. I don't look like it, but I am a pretty good fighter.

If there is a reason Why I'm here, I guess it would be because of the fight I got in with General Ryo Indatsura. We were evenly matched and Lord Buddha himself was the only one who could break it up. To be honest, Indatsura would have won had he used magic. While I'm strong physically, I suck at magic. No one's ever taught me so I have no idea how to use it, if I have any at all. But even if that fight is why I'm stuck here in this damned mountain, it still makes no sense.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched, my long hair all over the place. I had had hair to my shoulders when I was imprisoned here, and now I think it was to my ankles. I closed my eyes, but out of habit really, for I really couldn't tell the difference because it was so dark in my cave.

A red light began to glow in front of my eyelids. Slowly I opened my eyes to see that one of my cell walls had disappeared and a woman dressed in the robes of a monk or priest had taken its place.

She was tall, perhaps five foot - eight or so. She had long, silvery ash- blonde hair, though she was not old but looked more around the age of twenty-two or three, and had large violet eyes. She also possessed a confident air about her. Maybe she was a high-ranking priestess.

"Who are you?" I croaked, my voice harsh from years of disuse.