Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, any other things I toss into the mix also belong to their respective owners.
THE SOUL INSTILLED
A wisp of incense wafts through the air on a cold night. Deep chanting can be heard emenating from a small hut.
An aged woman sits in front of a babe, lying in the center of a pentagram with a circle circumscribed about it.
"May the spirits watch over this child, protect him........I humbly ask of you that you guard him in his weakness.........spirit........inside this child, bond with one of your number....."
The diagram on the ground glowed brightly, runic symbols coming alight and intricate lines flowing with power.....
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A young man named Jing Shen sits idly in front of a computer, typing up an essay whilst grumbling.
"stupid professor.....had to give out this assignment just before graduation, didn't he?"
Clicking on the almighty 'save' button, the college student retires to bed for the night.
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Swirls of energy began to spin around the child, eventually covering the child, wreathing him with power.
The chanting continued, yet more energy being focused through the pentagram.
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As the last light goes off in the dormitory, the young man closes his eyes, only to be beseiged by swirls of color twisting and turning around him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEeeeeeeee........."
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The woman slumped as the glow ended in a bright burst.
"It is over......now to get the child back into the village without anyone noticing."
She quickly extinguished the final remnants of the fire and erased the ritual's pentagram no need for anyone noticing.
Cloaking her aura, she silently replaced the baby in it's crib by the side of his mother. A presence besides the sorceress caused her to stir.
In hushed tones, she spoke.
"Elder Kuh Lon!"
The shrunken matriarch sighed.
"I know that the boy was weak at birth......but did it really require that kind of a binding?"
"I don't think that Mu Tsu could have lived past the first few years without it. His body is undeniably weaker than the standard due to the plague leaving a few long lasting effects, even after it died itself. The ritual will strengthen both mind and body, as well as the soul."
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When Jing Sheng regained consciousness, he was looking through the eyes of a child. A woman was holding him up in his arms and talking in chinese to her child.
"Good morning, Mu Tsu, my son...."
"WHAT?! I'm MOUSSE!?!"
He tried lifting an arm.
"but I have no control......how lovely...."
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How's that for a prologue? An odd idea got stuck in my head while I had writer's block on Angel Story.
-Azrael Maestus
THE SOUL INSTILLED
A wisp of incense wafts through the air on a cold night. Deep chanting can be heard emenating from a small hut.
An aged woman sits in front of a babe, lying in the center of a pentagram with a circle circumscribed about it.
"May the spirits watch over this child, protect him........I humbly ask of you that you guard him in his weakness.........spirit........inside this child, bond with one of your number....."
The diagram on the ground glowed brightly, runic symbols coming alight and intricate lines flowing with power.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A young man named Jing Shen sits idly in front of a computer, typing up an essay whilst grumbling.
"stupid professor.....had to give out this assignment just before graduation, didn't he?"
Clicking on the almighty 'save' button, the college student retires to bed for the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Swirls of energy began to spin around the child, eventually covering the child, wreathing him with power.
The chanting continued, yet more energy being focused through the pentagram.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the last light goes off in the dormitory, the young man closes his eyes, only to be beseiged by swirls of color twisting and turning around him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEeeeeeeee........."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The woman slumped as the glow ended in a bright burst.
"It is over......now to get the child back into the village without anyone noticing."
She quickly extinguished the final remnants of the fire and erased the ritual's pentagram no need for anyone noticing.
Cloaking her aura, she silently replaced the baby in it's crib by the side of his mother. A presence besides the sorceress caused her to stir.
In hushed tones, she spoke.
"Elder Kuh Lon!"
The shrunken matriarch sighed.
"I know that the boy was weak at birth......but did it really require that kind of a binding?"
"I don't think that Mu Tsu could have lived past the first few years without it. His body is undeniably weaker than the standard due to the plague leaving a few long lasting effects, even after it died itself. The ritual will strengthen both mind and body, as well as the soul."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Jing Sheng regained consciousness, he was looking through the eyes of a child. A woman was holding him up in his arms and talking in chinese to her child.
"Good morning, Mu Tsu, my son...."
"WHAT?! I'm MOUSSE!?!"
He tried lifting an arm.
"but I have no control......how lovely...."
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How's that for a prologue? An odd idea got stuck in my head while I had writer's block on Angel Story.
-Azrael Maestus