She looked down at the stained rolled up parchment in her hand. What did she have now? She had no knowledge of this strange place. She had no way of questioning someone about this place and it’s laws without risking her own life in the process. The only thing she had that could possibly help her was her magic, the pin that held up her hair, and… a sword? It had been tied to her hip the entire time, yet she had not noticed until now. 

Michiko unlatched the sword from the buckle on her belt and examined it thoroughly. It was a strange sword, it looked like a katana. Its hilt was wrapped in black leather, but glowed a strange green. The sheath was black with gold trims and strange runes that she could not read. And no matter how hard she tried, she could not unsheathe the sword. Whatever this sword was, it’s magical power emanated faintly from the blade.