First of all..
I do not own "Shaman King", "通靈王", "El Rey Shaman", "Король - Шаман" or any other similar copyrighted work, this is just a FanFiction and for the sole purpose of the reader's entertaiment. Every place mentioned in the story are for the readers scenery understanding... nothing more.
This is my first story yet to be completed, my english is not my forte, so here I am, to improve my skills, and I'm willing to accept any reviews (bad, good) if possible, I'll try to be as open minded as I can. Remember, I'm not perfect. -.-'
One last thing you should know about my story..."I don't know how will this story end", yes, I write without knowing what's going to happen.
Well, here goes nothing... My first story.
Prologue
[Nevada Desert: 1100hr]
Gazing at the sun directly... he wasn't really bothered by it's flaming and hurting light that will made blind whoever watch it. Lying in solitude with his emotionless face as if he were trying to find his answer.. focusing his sight farther than the sun itself...
He slowly began to close his eyes, just a bit.. as a thought came to his mind...
"Love...?"
- The tournament is over...
- . . .
He remained still as the word were spoken from that tall person with light bronze skin, long black hair... he didn't care, he won't care, as long as there is someone or something that answered the previous question...
- . . .
- You've lost...Hao.
Lying in the sand mixed with Hao's blood already dried, turning the sand in a somewhat crimson floor, his body all aching and a huge scar in his chest, that seemed it would never shut...No, it shouldn't have been recovered in the first place, that blow just depleted all of Hao's soul strength, hence leading vulnerability to his entire body, leading him to his own dead...
But there he was, asking himself what went wrong, asking the very spirit what went wrong... however, what he just heard at that moment, at that golden light... the voices that resided behind him, answered him before he could question them...they knew how will all end, how will "he" end.
The Great Spirit.
They just needed one word... uttering it with intimidation, to scare, saying it so soft in to his ears... but so hard on to his mind... they answered with an unison scream...
"LOVE"
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