Authors note: Okay this is my first fan fiction and I'd like to thank anyone who looks at it and gives constructive criticism or support to me. Well I guess the only other thing I can say is enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this except a few ideas for characters and the plot. Koei owns all the other characters. No one owns the history.
Chapter 1: The End of the Yellow Turbans
One eventful day, around March 188 A.D., a boy, while in the market, was stopped by a soldier. The man, stumped against a nearby wall, was heavily wounded and had cried to the boy for help. In this time, the people of the town naturally were against getting involved, but the boy, curious as he was, went to aid the soldier.
"Please, take me to …" with those last words the soldier collapsed. The boy dropped his bowl of meat buns and quickly ran to the wise man.
"Wise man! Come quickly!" The boy shouted
"What is it young one. As you can see I'm busy." The wrinkly old man extended his arm so that it pointed to what seemed to be a woman.
"A man! In a Yellow Turban! He's, he's."
"Spit it out boy!"
"He's lying on the ground!"
"He's probably a drunk soldier."
"Drunk soldiers don't bleed." Exclaimed the boy.
"They do when they pick fights!" the old man said sternly rubbling his elbow now.
The boy remembered the run in the wise man had had with a Wu soldier just a few days ago. "This one is sober!"
"How do you know that?"
"He. He." stuttered the boy.
"Spit it out! He isn't getting any better." And with that the old man grabbed his cane. "You'll have to excuse me well I see to the wounded man. Would you come back tomarrow?"
The woman nodded from behind her fan and the mask of white paint. She then exited through the door and after followed the boy and the wise man.
"Hurry! Hurry! He's hurt badly!" the child yelled as he yanked at the wise man's sleeve.
"Now, now my child, settle down. If it is God's will to save him we shall."
"He's over this way! Quick!" The child repeated. The wise man sighed and hastened his step. As he ran around the corner to catch the boy he looked where the boy was pointing. The wise man gasped and dropped his cane.
"Sun Kuan!" He said softly and shocked. "BOY! Why did you not tell me who he was?"
"I didn't know!" the boy replied crying that the wise man scolded him. "Is he important?"
"Important? The one who won us this land important? Far more than important my boy!" He heard footsteps approaching "We'll talk later. Now we get him to safety."
Chapter 1 End