The Legend: Reincarnated
By Yukira Tsurama
Author's Note: Hello! The Legend: Reincarnated, brought to you by the author of Dynasty Warriors in High School. It says the story is by Yukira Tsurama, yes, that's my new Japanese name ^_^. Basically, the story is about normal people finding out that they're actually reincarnated generals from the Three Kingdoms era. Please review, no flames please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors, *sigh*
Chapter 1: The Flute
Time: 7:45 AM
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Lien Ming woke up and turned off her alarm clock. Today, the Three Kingdoms museum in Hong Kong had opened and she had decided to take a look. Lien Ming was born in China, abandoned, and then an aristocratic Japanese family had adopted her. At the age of twenty, her family had arranged a marriage for her to a respected doctor that was at least twice her age. Ming had refused, cut her hair short in defiance, and fled Japan, where she lived under a new alibi. From there on, Ming changed her looks to prevent others from recognizing her. Ming had short brown hair and brown eyes. Her body was very slender. Her skin was very fair. Back in Japan, she had long hair worn in a ponytail and it had been jet black.
Ming worked part time in a department store that paid well and also had a second occupation: theft. Her salary at her workplace had been sufficient enough for her to survive in favorable conditions but Lien always wanted more.
In the past five years, Ming had stolen approximately 50,000 dollars of merchandise, particularly artifacts. Numerous newspaper articles had been written about her, all of them referring to her as the Hidden Phoenix. "Those idiots", she thought, changing into her day clothes, "They could never catch me."
When Lien was ready, she walked out of her apartment, down the stairs, and opened the door to her car. She drove out of the parking lot and headed for the museum.
Numerous thoughts plagued her as she drove. "What if they catch me? Will they find out who I really am? Will they send me back to Japan?" Ming continued to think as she drove, then turned on the radio.
"And the curator of the Three Kingdoms museum, Chai Li, is worrying about the security." , trailed on the voice a reporter, "Chai Li is fearing that the elusive cat burglar, 'Hidden Phoenix," (Ming smirked), "will strike again. And now, the weather."
Lien's car stopped in one of the parking lots in front of the museum. "Hmm, it might be hard to break into but I can manage it." The museum walls were made of limestone and the doors, which were open, were made of solid titanium. Chai Li was in front of the doors, letting people in and greeting them. Chai Li seemed to be a rather young woman. Her hair was short and straight, her skin was fair. She seemed to be an ordinary Chinese woman but it was her eyes that made her unique. They were sparkling brown and glowed. Ming made her way toward the door.
"Hello.", greeted Chai Li, smiling, " How are you today?"
Lien Ming smiled back warmly. "Outstanding. You must be Chai Li. I am Lien Ming."
Chai Li stared at her and smiled, but her eyes seemed to see right through her, as if to peer at her soul. "How right you are."
"Are you worried about burglars?"
"What curator wouldn't be? Yes, I am. Especially of Hidden Phoenix. I admit, she will be a menace."
Lien Ming smirked. "How surprised she would've been if she only knew Hidden Phoenix is right in front of her."
A tour guide greeted Ming and led her toward the exhibits.
Lien Ming gazed at the different artworks, sculptures, and weapons that filled the exhibit hall. "All of the artifacts," said the tour guide, " are from the Three Kingdoms period. This was the time when Wu, Wei, and Shu fought each other for control of China.
Ming drew close to something shiny in a glass case. She read the description.
"The Moon Flute, a weapon and musical instrument that general Zhen Ji (see bio) fought with. Zhen Ji's biography: A woman of peerless beauty, Zhen Ji helped her father in law Cao Cao on his campaigns.", she read silently.
And then, Ming appeared into a battlefield. She was holding- the flute! There were enemy soldiers surrounding her everywhere. She then attacked them gracefully and they retreated. Every kick, smash, and smack seemed to happen effortlessly.
A man, probably an enemy general, swung out at her. He had blue and white armor decorated with little golden dragons and he was equipped with a spear. She dodged the attack and both of them swung their weapons at the same time, started a weapon deadlock. Lien Ming pushed with all her strength, her heels slowly moving forward, eyes closed.
The tension stopped and Lien opened her eyes. The enemy general was gone. She was back at the museum, staring at the flute. And then she knew she wanted it. The power she had felt while holding the flute, is seemed priceless.
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~~* 9:30 PM
"Come on Ling, you'd make more money in a different job."
Ling Yan looked at his friend with an annoyed look. All afternoon he had pleaded for Ling to work at a different place. But Ling couldn't do it. From the time he was 5 to now, a twenty-two year old fresh out of college, he had been fascinated with The Three Kingdoms era. Now, he had a chance to work as a security guard at a new Three Kingdoms Museum. What more could he ask for?
"Nope. I'm going now.", replied Ling Yan, heading for his car.
Ling Yan had been the youngest in a family of seven. When he was 5, his oldest brother had given him the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Ling had been infatuated. Then, one by one, his older brothers and sisters left to find their way in life, leaving Ling Yan in college. So far, Ling hadn't gotten very far in life himself. He had no plans for the future and his girlfriend had left him recently. Meanwhile, his oldest brother, Ling Po, had become a prominent, wealthy physician settled with a family. His elder sister, Ling Pei, had become a famous author of sixteen bestsellers. His other brother and sister joined up together to travel to many places in the world, leaving their marks. The only reason that Ling seemed significant was that he had been the best looking out of his brothers. Ling had long black hair tied in a ponytail and serious brown eyes. Ling Po used to tease him about the ponytail but the girls that Ling Yan had dated said it looked sexy, like Lei Wulong from Tekken.
Ling Yan drove slowly past the harbor and watched the fishermen catch fish. A young woman, probably twenty, was walking on the wooden dock, being followed by a group of large men. Ling Yan got out of his car and took a closer look.
The woman was very pretty and Ling Yan caught himself contemplating her features. Slender body, fair skin, long black hair.
The biggest of the men behind her tapped her on the shoulder and asked her something, Ling was too far away to hear. She ignored him and continued walking. This time, he grabbed her arm and asked again. SMACK! The woman had slapped him and blood was coming from his nose. The man and the others behind him surrounded her.
Ling Yan ran over as fast as he could and hurled a nearby crate at the leader. The woman, surprisingly, executed attacks at the men surrounding her. Ling tried to see if he could recognize her fighting style. "Hmm, looks like Hapkido, but she doesn't look Korean at all", he thought. He and the woman attacked the remaining men and pushed them into the water. The woman started to turn and walk away.
"Hey, wait! Can I at least know your name?" called out Ling Yan.
The woman kept walking away.
"Oh well. I'm late for work anyway."
When Ling Yan finally got to the museum, Chai Li was waiting there, frowning.
"You're late." Said Chai Li.
"Yes, I know, but something came up."
"Oh well. And look out for Hidden Phoenix."
"Pardon me?"
"The cat burglar. Have you been reading the news?"
"Don't worry. The museum will be safe."
Chai Li drove away, technically leaving the whole museum under his guidance. Ling Yan took out his museum key and opened the door, then locked it behind him. Ling turned on his flashlight since the lights were off.
The museum was huge. There were suits of old Chinese armor and various weapons. There were also portraits of the Three Kingdoms generals. Ling felt like a kid in a candy store.
*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*
Location: Lien Ming's apartment
Time: 9:45 PM
Lien packed her equipment in a small pack and checked through it: rope, screwdriver, smoke bombs, gloves, flashlight, hook, and dagger. If all went well, she wouldn't need to use the dagger.
The feeling of guilt that Lien felt before she went on her "raid" came back to haunt her and for a moment, Lien felt she should abort the mission. But she had seen the flute. Felt the power. And now, she was going to claim it. Lien studied the digital pictures that she had taken at the museum. There was a glass skylight at the roof that she could pry open. From there, she could lower the rope and slide down. The flute was directly under the skylight so she could break the case, grab the flute, and escape. Lien smiled.
*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*
Time: 10:15 PM
Ling Yan had been happily skipping through the exhibit halls and observing all of the artifacts. All of the exhibits were exciting and informative. So far, he had visited the exhibits about the Qiao sisters and Zhuge Liang. But from around the corner, something shined brilliantly. Ling walked to see what it was. A- a spear! Ling read the information to himself: "Fierce Dragon- a powerful spear that belonged to the courageous general Zhao Yun" Ling Yan looked up to see a portrait of Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was a strikingly handsome warrior, with brown eyes that stared at it's viewer. Zhao Yun's armor was blue, white, and green and was adorned with golden dragons. His hair was long and black tied in a ponytail.
Ling closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Zhao Yun was like.
When he opened his eyes, he was on the battlefield, actually holding the Fierce Dragon. There were soldier around him, some dead, and some ready to attack him. Ling glanced down at his armor. It was just like Zhao Yun's. In fact, he was Zhao Yun. He swung his spear at the remaining soldiers, killing them. The spear seemed to attack effortlessly. It was powerful. Suddenly, a feminine figure on a white horse rode toward him and tried to attack him with something-a flute! Ling/Zhao Yun jumped up and seemed to hang in the air while he knocked her off the horse. The woman somersaulted in the air and jumped into her fighting stance, her eyes like fire. She charged towards him and jumped in the air. Ling/Zhao Yun observed the woman. Her body was slender. Her hair was a dark brown, short in the front with a long ponytail in the back. Her lips were a luscious cherry red and her mysterious brown eyes sparkled. Her skin was soft and pale. For a moment, Ling/Zhao Yun stood still, entranced by her beauty. She drew closer and extended her leg, kicking him in the chest. Zhao Yun fell back, and got back up. Time seemed to slow down as both of them swung their weapons at the same time-and began a deadlock.
Both of them were pushing their weapons against each other, both trying to overpower the other. Zhao Yun continued to try winning the deadlock. Suddenly, the tension stopped and both warriors were thrown back.
Ling looked up and saw the portrait of Zhao Yun. He was no longer in the battlefield but still gazing at Zhao Yun's exhibit. CRASH!! The sound of broken glass startled Ling and he ran over to see what happened. Ling Yan gasped as he saw a figure clad in black snatch the Moon Flute and start climbing up the rope, pulling it up with her. Ling Yan grabbed the remote control alarm and was about to press the button that would alert the police until the figure hurled a dagger that damaged the alarm. Ling ran over to the phone and began to dial, but the figure took a spiked, metal boomerang that she threw. It disconnected the phone, but Ling caught the boomerang and threw it at the rope which the figure was climbing up. The boomerang cut the rope and the figure fell on the ground.
Ling raised his club. "Hold it right there."
The figure was now in a crouching position, flute equipped. Suddenly, she lunged for Ling Yan and kicked him in mid-air. Ling rolled over as she tried to hit him.
Ling ran around until the figure finally struck him. He backed away. The figure raised the flute, as if to smash Ling's head, but Ling crouched and the figure had realized that she broke the glass case that held the Fierce Dragon. Ling realized this too and grabbed it out of the broken case, feeling the power that had overcome him as he had fought the maiden.
A courageous feeling overcame him as Ling wielded the spear. Adrenaline shot into his veins and he swung at the black figure, making her back away. Ling advanced and the figure hit the wall.
"Give me the flute, and I will let you go", said Ling, pointing the end of the spear at the figure's neck.
The figure took this moment to lunge at Ling with her flute but he raised his spear and hit the flute out of her hand, into an exhibit. The figure then kicked the spear into a different exhibit. For the first time, the figure spoke.
"Go ahead. Fight me." She challenged.
Ling's expression was incredulous. "Me? Fight you? Hah!"
"So what? Are you too scared to take me on?"
"It is not honorable to fight a woman like you."
The figure jumped into her fighting stance and delivered a side kick. Ling blocked this with his leg and winced. The figure kicked him harder in the chest this time, making him fall back and slide to the wall, then ran over to the exhibit where the flute had landed. Ling, though in intense pain, lunged for the girl and succeeded in making her fall.
"You're in trouble n-" , began Ling but he was knocked out from one of the figure's punches. Ling lay there as the girl broke out a window and escaped.
*~~~~~*~~~~~~*
So, what did you think? Was it good? Bad? Both!? Please review.
Sincerely,
Yukira Tsurama
BTW: Need.suggestions.
By Yukira Tsurama
Author's Note: Hello! The Legend: Reincarnated, brought to you by the author of Dynasty Warriors in High School. It says the story is by Yukira Tsurama, yes, that's my new Japanese name ^_^. Basically, the story is about normal people finding out that they're actually reincarnated generals from the Three Kingdoms era. Please review, no flames please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors, *sigh*
Chapter 1: The Flute
Time: 7:45 AM
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Lien Ming woke up and turned off her alarm clock. Today, the Three Kingdoms museum in Hong Kong had opened and she had decided to take a look. Lien Ming was born in China, abandoned, and then an aristocratic Japanese family had adopted her. At the age of twenty, her family had arranged a marriage for her to a respected doctor that was at least twice her age. Ming had refused, cut her hair short in defiance, and fled Japan, where she lived under a new alibi. From there on, Ming changed her looks to prevent others from recognizing her. Ming had short brown hair and brown eyes. Her body was very slender. Her skin was very fair. Back in Japan, she had long hair worn in a ponytail and it had been jet black.
Ming worked part time in a department store that paid well and also had a second occupation: theft. Her salary at her workplace had been sufficient enough for her to survive in favorable conditions but Lien always wanted more.
In the past five years, Ming had stolen approximately 50,000 dollars of merchandise, particularly artifacts. Numerous newspaper articles had been written about her, all of them referring to her as the Hidden Phoenix. "Those idiots", she thought, changing into her day clothes, "They could never catch me."
When Lien was ready, she walked out of her apartment, down the stairs, and opened the door to her car. She drove out of the parking lot and headed for the museum.
Numerous thoughts plagued her as she drove. "What if they catch me? Will they find out who I really am? Will they send me back to Japan?" Ming continued to think as she drove, then turned on the radio.
"And the curator of the Three Kingdoms museum, Chai Li, is worrying about the security." , trailed on the voice a reporter, "Chai Li is fearing that the elusive cat burglar, 'Hidden Phoenix," (Ming smirked), "will strike again. And now, the weather."
Lien's car stopped in one of the parking lots in front of the museum. "Hmm, it might be hard to break into but I can manage it." The museum walls were made of limestone and the doors, which were open, were made of solid titanium. Chai Li was in front of the doors, letting people in and greeting them. Chai Li seemed to be a rather young woman. Her hair was short and straight, her skin was fair. She seemed to be an ordinary Chinese woman but it was her eyes that made her unique. They were sparkling brown and glowed. Ming made her way toward the door.
"Hello.", greeted Chai Li, smiling, " How are you today?"
Lien Ming smiled back warmly. "Outstanding. You must be Chai Li. I am Lien Ming."
Chai Li stared at her and smiled, but her eyes seemed to see right through her, as if to peer at her soul. "How right you are."
"Are you worried about burglars?"
"What curator wouldn't be? Yes, I am. Especially of Hidden Phoenix. I admit, she will be a menace."
Lien Ming smirked. "How surprised she would've been if she only knew Hidden Phoenix is right in front of her."
A tour guide greeted Ming and led her toward the exhibits.
Lien Ming gazed at the different artworks, sculptures, and weapons that filled the exhibit hall. "All of the artifacts," said the tour guide, " are from the Three Kingdoms period. This was the time when Wu, Wei, and Shu fought each other for control of China.
Ming drew close to something shiny in a glass case. She read the description.
"The Moon Flute, a weapon and musical instrument that general Zhen Ji (see bio) fought with. Zhen Ji's biography: A woman of peerless beauty, Zhen Ji helped her father in law Cao Cao on his campaigns.", she read silently.
And then, Ming appeared into a battlefield. She was holding- the flute! There were enemy soldiers surrounding her everywhere. She then attacked them gracefully and they retreated. Every kick, smash, and smack seemed to happen effortlessly.
A man, probably an enemy general, swung out at her. He had blue and white armor decorated with little golden dragons and he was equipped with a spear. She dodged the attack and both of them swung their weapons at the same time, started a weapon deadlock. Lien Ming pushed with all her strength, her heels slowly moving forward, eyes closed.
The tension stopped and Lien opened her eyes. The enemy general was gone. She was back at the museum, staring at the flute. And then she knew she wanted it. The power she had felt while holding the flute, is seemed priceless.
*~~~~~~*~~~~~~~* 9:30 PM
"Come on Ling, you'd make more money in a different job."
Ling Yan looked at his friend with an annoyed look. All afternoon he had pleaded for Ling to work at a different place. But Ling couldn't do it. From the time he was 5 to now, a twenty-two year old fresh out of college, he had been fascinated with The Three Kingdoms era. Now, he had a chance to work as a security guard at a new Three Kingdoms Museum. What more could he ask for?
"Nope. I'm going now.", replied Ling Yan, heading for his car.
Ling Yan had been the youngest in a family of seven. When he was 5, his oldest brother had given him the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Ling had been infatuated. Then, one by one, his older brothers and sisters left to find their way in life, leaving Ling Yan in college. So far, Ling hadn't gotten very far in life himself. He had no plans for the future and his girlfriend had left him recently. Meanwhile, his oldest brother, Ling Po, had become a prominent, wealthy physician settled with a family. His elder sister, Ling Pei, had become a famous author of sixteen bestsellers. His other brother and sister joined up together to travel to many places in the world, leaving their marks. The only reason that Ling seemed significant was that he had been the best looking out of his brothers. Ling had long black hair tied in a ponytail and serious brown eyes. Ling Po used to tease him about the ponytail but the girls that Ling Yan had dated said it looked sexy, like Lei Wulong from Tekken.
Ling Yan drove slowly past the harbor and watched the fishermen catch fish. A young woman, probably twenty, was walking on the wooden dock, being followed by a group of large men. Ling Yan got out of his car and took a closer look.
The woman was very pretty and Ling Yan caught himself contemplating her features. Slender body, fair skin, long black hair.
The biggest of the men behind her tapped her on the shoulder and asked her something, Ling was too far away to hear. She ignored him and continued walking. This time, he grabbed her arm and asked again. SMACK! The woman had slapped him and blood was coming from his nose. The man and the others behind him surrounded her.
Ling Yan ran over as fast as he could and hurled a nearby crate at the leader. The woman, surprisingly, executed attacks at the men surrounding her. Ling tried to see if he could recognize her fighting style. "Hmm, looks like Hapkido, but she doesn't look Korean at all", he thought. He and the woman attacked the remaining men and pushed them into the water. The woman started to turn and walk away.
"Hey, wait! Can I at least know your name?" called out Ling Yan.
The woman kept walking away.
"Oh well. I'm late for work anyway."
When Ling Yan finally got to the museum, Chai Li was waiting there, frowning.
"You're late." Said Chai Li.
"Yes, I know, but something came up."
"Oh well. And look out for Hidden Phoenix."
"Pardon me?"
"The cat burglar. Have you been reading the news?"
"Don't worry. The museum will be safe."
Chai Li drove away, technically leaving the whole museum under his guidance. Ling Yan took out his museum key and opened the door, then locked it behind him. Ling turned on his flashlight since the lights were off.
The museum was huge. There were suits of old Chinese armor and various weapons. There were also portraits of the Three Kingdoms generals. Ling felt like a kid in a candy store.
*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*
Location: Lien Ming's apartment
Time: 9:45 PM
Lien packed her equipment in a small pack and checked through it: rope, screwdriver, smoke bombs, gloves, flashlight, hook, and dagger. If all went well, she wouldn't need to use the dagger.
The feeling of guilt that Lien felt before she went on her "raid" came back to haunt her and for a moment, Lien felt she should abort the mission. But she had seen the flute. Felt the power. And now, she was going to claim it. Lien studied the digital pictures that she had taken at the museum. There was a glass skylight at the roof that she could pry open. From there, she could lower the rope and slide down. The flute was directly under the skylight so she could break the case, grab the flute, and escape. Lien smiled.
*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*
Time: 10:15 PM
Ling Yan had been happily skipping through the exhibit halls and observing all of the artifacts. All of the exhibits were exciting and informative. So far, he had visited the exhibits about the Qiao sisters and Zhuge Liang. But from around the corner, something shined brilliantly. Ling walked to see what it was. A- a spear! Ling read the information to himself: "Fierce Dragon- a powerful spear that belonged to the courageous general Zhao Yun" Ling Yan looked up to see a portrait of Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was a strikingly handsome warrior, with brown eyes that stared at it's viewer. Zhao Yun's armor was blue, white, and green and was adorned with golden dragons. His hair was long and black tied in a ponytail.
Ling closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Zhao Yun was like.
When he opened his eyes, he was on the battlefield, actually holding the Fierce Dragon. There were soldier around him, some dead, and some ready to attack him. Ling glanced down at his armor. It was just like Zhao Yun's. In fact, he was Zhao Yun. He swung his spear at the remaining soldiers, killing them. The spear seemed to attack effortlessly. It was powerful. Suddenly, a feminine figure on a white horse rode toward him and tried to attack him with something-a flute! Ling/Zhao Yun jumped up and seemed to hang in the air while he knocked her off the horse. The woman somersaulted in the air and jumped into her fighting stance, her eyes like fire. She charged towards him and jumped in the air. Ling/Zhao Yun observed the woman. Her body was slender. Her hair was a dark brown, short in the front with a long ponytail in the back. Her lips were a luscious cherry red and her mysterious brown eyes sparkled. Her skin was soft and pale. For a moment, Ling/Zhao Yun stood still, entranced by her beauty. She drew closer and extended her leg, kicking him in the chest. Zhao Yun fell back, and got back up. Time seemed to slow down as both of them swung their weapons at the same time-and began a deadlock.
Both of them were pushing their weapons against each other, both trying to overpower the other. Zhao Yun continued to try winning the deadlock. Suddenly, the tension stopped and both warriors were thrown back.
Ling looked up and saw the portrait of Zhao Yun. He was no longer in the battlefield but still gazing at Zhao Yun's exhibit. CRASH!! The sound of broken glass startled Ling and he ran over to see what happened. Ling Yan gasped as he saw a figure clad in black snatch the Moon Flute and start climbing up the rope, pulling it up with her. Ling Yan grabbed the remote control alarm and was about to press the button that would alert the police until the figure hurled a dagger that damaged the alarm. Ling ran over to the phone and began to dial, but the figure took a spiked, metal boomerang that she threw. It disconnected the phone, but Ling caught the boomerang and threw it at the rope which the figure was climbing up. The boomerang cut the rope and the figure fell on the ground.
Ling raised his club. "Hold it right there."
The figure was now in a crouching position, flute equipped. Suddenly, she lunged for Ling Yan and kicked him in mid-air. Ling rolled over as she tried to hit him.
Ling ran around until the figure finally struck him. He backed away. The figure raised the flute, as if to smash Ling's head, but Ling crouched and the figure had realized that she broke the glass case that held the Fierce Dragon. Ling realized this too and grabbed it out of the broken case, feeling the power that had overcome him as he had fought the maiden.
A courageous feeling overcame him as Ling wielded the spear. Adrenaline shot into his veins and he swung at the black figure, making her back away. Ling advanced and the figure hit the wall.
"Give me the flute, and I will let you go", said Ling, pointing the end of the spear at the figure's neck.
The figure took this moment to lunge at Ling with her flute but he raised his spear and hit the flute out of her hand, into an exhibit. The figure then kicked the spear into a different exhibit. For the first time, the figure spoke.
"Go ahead. Fight me." She challenged.
Ling's expression was incredulous. "Me? Fight you? Hah!"
"So what? Are you too scared to take me on?"
"It is not honorable to fight a woman like you."
The figure jumped into her fighting stance and delivered a side kick. Ling blocked this with his leg and winced. The figure kicked him harder in the chest this time, making him fall back and slide to the wall, then ran over to the exhibit where the flute had landed. Ling, though in intense pain, lunged for the girl and succeeded in making her fall.
"You're in trouble n-" , began Ling but he was knocked out from one of the figure's punches. Ling lay there as the girl broke out a window and escaped.
*~~~~~*~~~~~~*
So, what did you think? Was it good? Bad? Both!? Please review.
Sincerely,
Yukira Tsurama
BTW: Need.suggestions.