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Note: Ranma of Darien is a Ranma 1/2 crossover with Total Annihilation: Kingdoms.

Overview:

What would it be like if Ranma truly were a sorcerer? And what if he really were (in a way) foul? The great Mage-King Garacaius looks to expand his legacy, and our favorite Martial Artist inherits his great power. Be afraid.

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PROLOGUE: A DREAM INTO LIFE


One night, less than a week after his run-in with the Springs of Jusenkyo, a young man named Ranma Saotome lay half awake beneath the starry night sky. It was the first clear night since he had gotten cursed, and he was enjoying the feeling of being able to sleep while male.

Three days, and yet it seemed too long. Every day, every moment he spent as a woman, a girl, felt like it was extended into forever, to the point to which he was already beginning to lose it... that little hold, that tiny little fraction of himself, that small little gem, that now-indescribably small part of him that said that it was just a bad dream. And with all the time, with all the mundane things during the day, he could almost forget that his cursed form was any different from his uncursed form.

Well, whatever he did, he was still holding out for a cure. He was still hoping that somewhere, somehow, he would find a cure.

And if not, at least it wouldn't make life boring.

He was still awake, listening to the snores of his companions, when he saw a shooting star. He had never thought to make a wish, and this time was no different.

But, as is the norm for him, when one thing happens, it usually leads to other things. And this time is no different.

Soon after he saw the shooting star, another one appeared. And soon after that, another. And within minutes, the entire sky was practically lighting up with fast moving dots.

For a time, Ranma simply thought it a display of Nature's beauty. But in moments, it was proven to be anything but natural.


Ranma suddenly found himself surrounded by a dense city setting, made of stone. No more than a few meters from him there stood a gathering of people, all of whom seemed to be warriors of some kind or another.

There was one man in particular that stood out to him. He seemed somewhat stringy, and yet had an aura of power around him. The green flag he wore over his shoulders hid the brightly-polished armor he wore beneath it.

The man walked up to him, sweeping his arm around in grand fashion. "Welcome, Ranma, to my domain." He then looked him in the eye. "And that which is soon to be yours." Moving in a sweeping bow, he smiled at the young man. "I am the King of Aramon, and you are to be my pupil. Do try to learn quickly, as we do not have much time."

Ranma wasn't really afraid, but then again, he was too confused to be afraid. "Huh? Wha?"

"I thought so. Father didn't tell you, and now you don't know. Well, don't worry. Under me, you'll learn soon enough."

Ranma could only blink as he tried to take in what was apparently a dream.


That next morning, Genma and their guide woke up to find Ranma missing.

Looking around, Genma had figured that Ranma had simply wandered off. Looking from left to right, he sought out his son's aura.

Not surprisingly, he found said aura not too far from where the two of them had taken to sleeping. Going to that place, he found his son, er, daughter, up in a tree, looking out at the horizon.

"Boy. It's time to spar."

Ranma looked down, noticing the man looking up at her. 'It's been so long... I wonder if I'll remember how to keep from killing him? Eh, oh well.' Smiling, she jumped down out of the tree, taking a strong defensive stance. "Your move."


End Prologue


Well, the next installment will be the actual chapter one. This was just to set up the background for the rest of the story.

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