Children of Sorrow

A Ranma ½ Fanfiction

 

Prologue: The Final Battle

 

<< >> - translation from Chinese

 

:  : - mental speech

 

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China, Mt. Quanjing, Bayankala Range, Quinghai Province

495 A.D.

 

<<“NO!!”>>

 

A limp body flew through the air and landed in a spring. Blood poured into the water, coloring it red.

 

A man stood in front of the spring on a bamboo pole, a black battle aura flaring and his hands glowed with golden chi. He smiled and turned to the young woman on the other side of the numerous springs. Her fire red hair fell to her waist in a elaborate braid and her blue eyes were filled with pain and anger.

 

As she watched the crowd flee the area, she smiled in relief. At least no bystander would be hurt. She turned her attention to Rashka, <<“I must ask a favor of you old friend.”>>

 

The human nodded in understanding. He bowed and said, <<“What is your wish?”>>

 

<<“That you and your descendants guard this accursed place until my return, when I will make this right. Swear it!”>>

 

<<“I swear.”>> The Chinese young man sighed, but left the area as well.

 

She leapt to the top of a bamboo pole and carefully maintained her balance. Outwardly she seemed calm, but inwardly she suffered a fatal wound. Jiro, my love. I am so sorry. I hope that there is time to correct this mistake. A tear trailed down her face and she made no move to brush it away. She held her hands together and concentrated. Chi gathered in her hands, wisps of sadness, of despair, of pain, of loneliness…

 

Her opponent backed up involuntarily, the power seemed limitless!! It was even more powerful than a Shi Shi Hokkaido Perfect! And no human should be able to wield such power, unless she was no longer human..

 

Then looking at her dead love floating in the spring, she whispered, “Sorrow.” There was a bright light, a kaleidoscope of colors, black, white, blue, green… The colors flared than died down. Then there were two splashes…then silence…

 

Rashka returned and watched the lifeless bodies of Jusen and Kyoto dissolve into the springs to be incorporated into the matrixes. He bowed in a moment of silence for the death of the one he served. Then he noticed the crowd returning to the springs and yelled, <<“Do not come near, honored customers, this place is the cursed springs of…Jusenkyo.”>> Yes, he thought to himself, the site of the last battle between Jusen and Kyoto…