Hello, Everyone! I decided on doing a story where the main character travels to the anime world. I already have the first and last anime picked out. So, the rest of the order is up to you guys. Of course this is just a test to see if I continue this story. So, review and tell me what you think. If you want an anime added in either PM me or add it to your review. If you want to be a beta-reader for this story let me know.

Anyways here's my disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the animes or songs that will be used in this story. I will only be saying this now. All names are made up and anyone with the same name has the right to request it being changed. If there are no other problems that I have yet to list then message me.

Now Enjoy!

Prologue

A cloaked man stood in front of an antique shop. His cloak covered his face making it hard to tell anything else about him. Under his right arm he carries what looked like a wooden box of about a foot long, five inches wide, and stood about five or six inches.

He opened the door and looked at the older man in the chair behind the register. "Alkos," the mystery man called faintly. It must of been the older man's name for he looked up from whatever he was looking at. When he saw who was talking he smiled warmly. "Farnin, What a pleasant surprise! How has it been?"

Farnin pulled down his hood to reveal a shock of blond locks that reached just below his ear and got shorter as it rounded his head, his bangs longer then the rest of it, framing his face. Green eyes peered out of half lidded eyes, bags under them, most likely from the lack of sleep.

"It's been rough." Was what Farnin answered with. Alkos just smiled at the responce before his face turned serious at the sight of the box under the arm of Farnin. "Is it time?" He finally asked after a moments silence. "It is." once again the responce was short and very curt. "Do we know who the destined one is?" Alkos asked. He only received a blank stare before he was answered with a, "Her. The Destined is a her."

"Her? Why would the fates choose a girl? Is there a part of prophesy that I don't know about?" Alkos asked Farnin who just shook his head, no.

Sighing the older man stood up to take the box from Farnin. "So, I'm to sell this to a girl. Who I have NO idea how hold she is. And also give her this ring right?" Alkos asked Farnin who nodded his head in agreement.

It wasn't long before Farnin walked out of the shop. His hood covering his face once more. And as he walked away Alkos watched him leave a frown on his old wrinkled face. Once Farnin was out of sight, Alkos sighed and looked at the box within his hands. His brown eyes seemed tired as he stared for a second before he walked into his shop.

Neither one of these two men would be seen until three weeks later. When a young blackhaired woman showed up at the antique shop. Her bright blue eyes shined with curiousity. Her heart shaped face was framed by her waist length black hair that shown blue in the sun light. She wore a white tank top, black baggy jeans with many pockets and chains, and on her feet she wore black combat boots that reached just past her ankles.

She walked into the shop with her held high. But once inside she slouched terribly and looked weary.

The old man behind the counter perked up with interest as he watched the young woman look around his shop. They even went excited when she showed interest on a throwing knife that was wrapped up in a light blue ribbon around the handle. On the blade it madarin chinese it spelled out the words "Lucky Child".

He wasn't the only one to be excited about the knife. The woman's eyes shined with her excitement as she jingerly picked up the box the knife was held in. She took a closer look at it. After a moment a smile crossed over her features as she turned to look at the old man. "How much?" She whispered softly, so softly in fact the man didn't hear her.

"What was that?" He asked. She smiled slightly before walking closer. "How much?" She repeated.

"I'll sell it to you for five hundred." The old man said, but he didn't pause, "Unfortunately I've been having a problem selling that because of this." And with that last bit he pulled out a ring. It was large enough to cover up one of his knuckles when he slid it on, it was an ugly little thing, it looked older then everything in the shop, it was rusting everywhere, as if it wasn't properly tended for, and in the middle stood a black stone that even with the sun, didn't change to a lighter tone.

Smiling the woman pulled out her wallet. "It's perfectly fine. You said Five hundred right?" She asked in her soft whispering voice. The older man just nodded his head in clear excitement.

The man handed her the ring and she slipped it onto her middle finger of her right hand. And then something amazing happened. The ring shrank. Not only that, but it also turned into a beuatiful silver, the stone turned a bright blue that matched her eyes, and the rust completely disappeared as if never there to begin with. It went from covering her middle finger to being able to fit snuggly onto her finger and it only went up to the next joint on her finger.

The woman yelped in surprise. But, before she could do anything she was gone. She was no longer in the shop. Her spot empty. The only thing that proofed that she was there was the five hundreds in the shop keepers hands.

Alright, so that's the you want me to continue this message me. Or review. Whichever one you prefer.