Children Of the Wind
Prologue: Thursdays
Aeris
Thump. Creak. Thump. Creak. Snap. Walk, slowly, not too fast, and slowly. Thump. Creak. Thump. Creak. Snap. It was late one Thursday night, nobody really understood Thursday's, she recalled. It wasn't cold nor warm it was just what it was. There was just what it was.
But to this day, every day it was a Thursday it reminded her of what happened a few months ago, on a Thursday. It was quite scary and she hadn't been able to shake the feeling that, in fact, something really, really bad was going to happen. Not just her, or his, normal every day bad. But really, really bad.
Maybe it was just Ranma's over active imagination. Maybe it wasn't. All he, or she at this moment in time, knew that it was very, very scary. Well, you'd be scared too if you had a dead girl tell you that 'The answer's in the shadows.' But what is the answer, more important what was the question.
Shit, he though as he stepped on a twig. Today was a Thursday and at night, making Ranma very scared. Hey, everyone has a fear, right? But if anyone ever knew that he was afraid of something so foolish as Thursdays- he'd-or she'd- never hear the end of it. There was just one though running through Ranma's mind right now, how'd I get myself into this?!
Creak. Now he knew for sure he hated, no loathed, Thursdays. Most of the time bad things happen on Thursdays. Never on Mondays, Tuesdays, or Sundays for that matter yet occasionally on a Wednesday, Friday, or Saturday bad things happen. In fact Ranma was seriously debating if he was crazy or not for being afraid of Thursdays. Who was afraid of Thursdays?
Ranma is.
Ryoga smiled in the dark as Ranma approached him. "Well, I see you made it, Ranma." Ryoga striated out his trademark bandanna.
"Ah, shut up Ryoga. Now why did you want me out here tonight?" Ranma said rolling his eyes.
Ryoga turned on his lamp and fixed it so you could clearly make out the woods that lay before them. "It was hard, you know, to get you out here tonight. I know you're still getting over Yuan's death." Ryoga paused. "I know it can be hard, when someone you know dies."
Ranma sighed; she was so young, only ten years old but that wasn't why he was afraid of Thursdays. It was what happened after her death that made him afraid. "Well, whatever. You still haven't told me why you want me out here." Ranma could feel Ryoga's shudder in the night.
"It's kind of hard to explain, or to understand for that matter." Ranma said nothing, Ryoga continued, "But you see it all makes sense in some sort of way."
Ranma rubbed his head. "Ryoga. What are you talking about? Are you sure we're not lost, because normally- you are."
Ryoga pointed. "Look." Ranma looked and saw nothing. He gave Ryoga a look. "Look harder."
Ranma saw something. "What is that?" Ryoga said nothing, just stared. Ranma waited there, waiting for a response.
"Read it." Ryoga said and walked toward the large rock that sat next to the large decaying tree. The odd thing about the rock is that there where was no moss or any other sign of life. But in large leaders it read:
the wind
rules you
It look like who ever wrote that had odd handwriting, it was the kind of writing you would expect to see from a young child. It was different, but seemed to hold some sort of message. Whatever the message was Ranma didn't want to know what it was. His hand was shaking.
"I got to get outta here." Ranma breathed suddenly feeling very, very worried.
Ryoga shook his head, "No, we must go. Now." Ryoga was nervous too, Ranma could tell.
He nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah. That's what I was saying."
Ryoga grabbed his shoulders. "No. You don't understand. We have to go there. We must go now. We cannot go home now." He turned his head. "Not now." He stopped. "Not again." He turned and walked a few feet and turned his head once more. "Ranma, this is important. We must go." Ranma took a step back.
Ryoga smoothed out his yellow shirt. "Ranma, I'm asking you to come with me because I trust you to help me. I know you are the only person who will help me. But if I have too, I will go alone."
Ranma sighed, "Fine. I'll follow you. Where are we going, anyway?" He said reluctantly. Ryoga blinked.
"We must stop them."
"Who must we stop?" Ryoga pulled his sleeve and jumped. "Ry….ooooo…..gaaa!!!!!!!! AHH! What are you-!"
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I wrote this to cure my writer's block for my other story, The Immortal. And what do you know? It worked! I kind of liked this story so I decided to continue this. I plan to make it A/U, Ranma doesn't yet know Akane and Ryoga and him are friends- sort of. He's still cursed, sadly enough. Okay I hope you liked this fic so far. Aeris.