A/N: Wow, it's been years since I've tried writing a fanfic. And I'm not writing a Harry Potter Fic... Let's see how this goes, just a quick thanks to anybody who actually clicked on this and to my bro Shire Folk for reading some of this over.

Chapter One

Goodbye Rolling Green Hills

The sun was shining down mockingly as people drifted away from the now filled grave. A lone figure knelt in front of the fresh turned dirt; her head bowed her hair a cloaking waterfall of pale fire. Tears slip down pale freckled cheeks as the loss of her caring guardian sinks in. As she stares at the grave of her beloved grandfather only one thought crosses her grief stricken mind. 'They couldn't send me back to her could they?' Just as the thought was complete a hand fell upon her shoulder and an unfamiliar voice called out to her.

"Faolán," Biting back a gasp, Faolán looked up and into the face of her mother's newest assistant while her mother remained several feet away still. It was the first time since she met him that she heard his voice.

"Faolán it's time to go." Her mother's assistant said softly, his kind brown eyes meeting Faolán's bloodshot silver. Nodding slowly she stood up, taking the time to brush the dirt from her long black dress. Straightening up she looked at her mother Frea who was waiting impatiently, tired already of this business.

A passerby would be hard pressed to identify them as being related, much less mother and daughter. While they shared the same heart-shaped face and full lips they could not be more unalike if they tried. Faolán's large silver eyes and small nose couldn't be compared to her mother's strong Nordic features that gazed at her, the soft green eyes narrowed. Her mother's blond hair curled oh so perfectly around her face while Faolán's straight pale red hair fell to her mid back. It was the pale red of a fire's flames making her look far too much like her Irish father. Her mother's face gave no signs of the years she had seen with so much money spent to preserve her youth. Even how they dressed couldn't show a similar taste. To contrast her daughter's simple mourning gown, she wore a dress of ocean blue covered in the designs of flowers. Uncaring of convention and propriety she came to the burial in the same dress she was going to wear to the party in the afternoon.

"Really Faolán, it's time we left this place, I doubt that stupid old man would want me anywhere near his grave anyway." Frea tsked and turned away, heading for the entrance to the cemetery.

Faolán winced as her listened to her mother and walked towards the gate beside the assistant whom she still did not know his name.

"After all you aren't going to have to worry about dealing with those foolish Fhlannchaidh people anymore." She continued, oblivious to her daughter's hurt and building anger. "I mean since neither that foolish old man nor the equally foolish ex-husband of mine are around you don't have to worry about them trying to keep you from me anymore."

"So does that mean I'm going to live with you for my last two years of high school Fre-Mother? " Faolán asked quietly hoping for the reverse to be true.

"Of course not silly," Her mother chuckled once again failing to notice her daughters feelings of relief "I can't spend my time looking after you I'm far too busy with shooting and I couldn't bare if you were to try and take care of yourself all alone." Turning she looked into Faolán's eyes for the first time in the past three days. "My brother said he'd take you in. I was so surprised I thought he was too buried in his business to notice anything going on..." trailing off Frea noticed for the first time the confusion in Faolán's eyes.

"I don't think I've ever met my Uncle..."

"Well no you haven't," Frea admitted, looking away from her, "He doesn't even live in Ireland."

Slowly her words sank into Faolán's mind. "So you mean that I've going to have to move in order to live with him?" Shocked didn't even begin to convey what Faolán felt at this moment. She's only 17 and almost all her life she had lived with her father and grandfather on the outskirts of Galway. Now she's being thrust into god knows where with an uncle she had never met!

"Well yes you would; don't worry you'll have a grand time," Frea continued hurriedly to reassure her only child.

"Where does he live?"

"Japan."

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Faolán stood in the airport waiting for her flight to take her away from everything she had ever known. Turning around she cracked a half smile for her two best friends who came to see her off.

"Thanks for coming you guys."

"No problem cub we wouldn't miss it." Bran smiled at her, his eyes conveying the same calm confident state he was always in.

"Yeah, I mean it's not like we could possibly ditch you sweetie. It's going to be forever before we see you again. Not that it'll feel that long I'm sure of it! You're going to go and have a great adventure off in Japan and it'll be lots of fun with plenty of stories for us..." Meaghan spouted off only stopping when Bran covered her mouth with his hand.

Faolán sighed and smiled for real. "I really am going to miss you guys."

Bran wagged his finger at her, "Don't start, between you crying and Meaghan blubbering you'll never make your plane." His soft smile cheered her on "And you promised Weaponsmaster that you wouldn't cry anymore."

"Trust you to remind me of that Bran." Laughing, Faolán wiped her eyes dry. "Is that better?"

"Much."

"Faolán? You are going to keep up with your swords work right?" Meaghan asked, her eyes widening as she thought about her friend stopping.

"Of course, I can't keep Gramps' and mine dream alive by laying down my sword right?" Faolán smiled at Meaghan, "Though it was hard to even look at my swords when packing them. Hopefully I can find a place to practice in Japan; I don't think western swordsmanship is very popular..." Furrowing her brow, Faolán thought about it, "I'll at least be able to keep fencing; I know that much."

"That's good I'd hate for your dream to go down in the dust because Weaponsmaster died." Bran said seriously before giving Faolán one last hug. "Now it's time for you to jump on that plane and go on an adventure!"

Meaghan grabbed her as soon as she was released from Bran, "Promise you'll call and send emails all the time." She whispered and Faolán could feel her friend's tears on her shoulder.

"I promise."

"Then get going already." Meaghan shoved her towards the gate with a sniffle and smiled "You gotta come back a Champion cub."

"I will, don't you worry about that." Turning her back to her friends Faolán walked towards the gate, not daring to look back lest she lose her nerve to continue. Japan was ahead of her and with her friend's support at her back she could conquer anything her mysterious Uncle wanted her to do.

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Well there's the first chapter! next is going to be her reaction to Japan! it's going to be interesting to say the least... I hope. Anyway please review gimmie some opinions or even flames! Though I will use them to roast marshmellows at least it'll tell me somebody had an opinion...

Which is mightier, the pen or the sword? ~Goldpen