The past.
The Kingdom of the Moon.
Near the end of the Silver Millenium.


"You're such a nice person to be so helpful, Scimitar." a kindly, feminine 
voice said.
"M'lady Venus," the young page replied shyly, "I'm only doing my duty."
The Silver Millenium was an age of peace. For someone who didn't enjoy war, 
like this page, it was a godsend.
He went back to his duties.
"So, that's the General's son?" one person asked as he passed by.
"Yes. His father really disliked the fact that the boy didn't want to be a 
soldier. Its a miracle he's just a page, with such a prestigous ancestry."
Scimitar sighed. The same old story.
For some reason, everyone expected him to be the ideal soldier, considering 
who his father is. But, all he'd really want to do is sit down with a good 
book.
He was very shy, so much so that he never really approached the Dragon King, 
or the Moon Queen. Always that fear of embarassment.
He thought of the irony of his name. 'Scimitar'. A weapon. A very powerful 
weapon at that. Yet, even his father joked that maybe 'Breeze' would have 
been a more accurate name.
_BAM!_
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he ran into someone.
"I'm sorry, I should have been-"
He stopped when he saw who he ran into.
"OhmygodyourhighnessI'msosorrypleaseforgivemeIdidn'tmeantorunyouoverpleaseI'mv
erysorry-"
"Actually, I wasn't paying that much attention either," Draco replied.
"You mean, you're not angry?" Scimitar asked with some hope.
"Of course not." replied the Dragon King.
Scimitar noticed that the rest of the family had caught up with the king as 
well.
So, Scimitar did the only natural thing he felt at the moment.
He cowered, kissed up, and left in a hurry, without anyone getting in a word.

The end of the Silver Millinium.
The Moon was once a beautiful place, where all Lunarians lived in peace.
Then came Beryl's assault.
Scimitar was at the front lines. Everyone who knew him as the shy page was 
shocked with how much fighting skill he had.
Scimitar never liked violence. In fact, he hated it.
But, when needed, he would kill for his people.
His eyes turned, just in time to notice that the Dragon King had fallen, and 
Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion were probably going to die at that one 
moment.
That distraction was all his opponent needed to jab a spear through his heart.

Two years ago:
Alkanphel smiled.
He had found it. A perfectly preserved manuscript of the Clair Bible.
When he had translated it, hours later, due to the fact he hasn't seen runes 
for quite a long time, he was greatly dissapointed.
All he found was some prophecy, that he couldn't care less about.
If he knew what was happening to him now, back then, he would have paid 
better attention. For the prophecy read:
Then, the Assassin of the Shadows, the Dragon King, the Queen of the Moon, 
and the Golden Haired Demon, shall destroy one of the most evil forces to 
darken the Earth.

The future.
The age of Chronos.
Urd screamed.
Trunks paced.
And after a few seconds, a baby's cries were heard.
"Congratulations," Ranma said, "you're a father, Trunks!"
Everyone cheered, as Trunks held up his newborn son. Already, just born, and 
a few dark hairs were visible. Trunks looked at his son in the eye, but 
noticed his attention was elsewhere. 
After a few minutes, Belldandy pointed out that the boy was looking at a very 
large scimitar, that Kami-sama had given them for their fight with Chronos.
"So," Urd said, "he likes the sword? Maybe we should name him after it."
"Thats not such a bad idea." Trunks said as he kissed her.
Goku, meanwhile, along with Gohan and Goten, started to make faces, do 
tricks, all for the amusement of the baby.
Goku pulled the child's cheeks, hard, and if everyone wasn't paying so much 
attention to him being yelled at by Chi-chi about the way he treated a 
newborn, they may have noticed that the few dark hairs had gone golden, then 
changed back to dark.