Disclaimer: I don't own the Ronins. I DO, however, own the Celestials and Reflections. Don't sue, an use my stuff without asking and OMAE O KOROSU! (I'll kill you). By the by, I noticed another fic with the Phoenix armor. I by no means knew when I started this fic there was another Phoenix armor almost like mine. I AM NOT STEALING THEIR VERSION! I'm sorry if you think I'm plagiarizing, but I'm not. So THERE! :p
Journey's Past and Present
By: StarrLilly
Prologue: Dairy of a Forgotten Hero
30th June, 2001
Kezra's da name. Call me Kez. Or Zee. Not babe, chick, or any otha dumbass name. Just Kez. Call me anythin else an I'll hafta hurt ya. Y'all might be askin yourselves why a person like me is writin all this down, ne? Truth is, I ain't got a clue. Maybe it's cause I wanna be remembered when I die. Or maybe its cause if I don't write it down I'll go insane. All I know is, it would all be a helluva lot different if I hadn't followed that damn light. S'not that I don like my life as of now, resting peacefully afta experiencing hell, just that I wuz perfectly happy in my ignorant old life. Back before the killing. Before the thousands an thousands of high stakes battles. Before Kenshiro.
I still get da occasional nightmare bout it even now. Almost as bad as Lila-chan's cooking. Only they don't rank 10 on an atomic scale...
Cronos' War. Known to da rest of da worlds as da Bang That Never Happened. Personally, I and de others call it da War of Awakening. Hell on earth is what it put us through. Us bein da Ronins an Celestials. Only at the beginnin of dis game, we didn't even know each utha existed, let alone dat the fate of all worlds as we knew em rested on da shoulders of 11 fate chosen kids. Hell, if we knew then even a fraction of what we know now, we'd all prolly head for da hills, screamin bloody murda.