Disclaimer: I do not own the Ranma ½ characters. They belong to Rumiko
Takahashi. I'm just a poor college student, please don't sue me!!!!
This is my first fic, be forewarned.
Ryuujin no Seishou
By Richard Sienkewicz
Prologue
A valley in the Byakalla mountain range, China: unrecorded time
Dragons were mystical creatures filled with both pride and power. This
dragon, however, did something that he had never before done in battle: he wept.
His friends were gone, his children were gone, his mate was gone. All slain by
the phoenix and its men. The phoenix WOULD pay! He would have his revenge; even
at the cost of his own life.
The mountains shook as a mighty roar echoed throughout the valley. With
death in his eyes and anger in his heart, he pounced on the phoenix; driving it
down towards the lake that took up so much of the valley below them. He knew
that he was sacrificing his life for revenge, but he had no regrets. At least
this way the phoenix would suffer great pain before it could be reborn.
The two fire elementals plunged into the depths of the lake. Already the
water had begun to boil and churn as they weakened. It surrounded them, refusing
to let them escape once more into the sky, all the while attempting to quench
their life's fire. And still they fought on, unwilling to lose to each other,
even if they were both losing the battle with the lake.
After a long, exhausting battle the phoenix finally began to shrink in on
itself, and the dragon knew he had won. But it was a bitter victory, for he was
going to die and his name, his deeds, and his family would all be forgotten. He
refused to accept that and drew in his last breath.......
To speak a mighty curse that cannot be lifted: "May this valley forever
stand as a memorial to my sorrow; let those who enter be forever changed and
never leave as they came!" This done, the dragon now relaxed, and let himself
slip into the quiet peace of oblivion. He felt content that he would soon be
reunited with his friends and family. Never again would they be apart.
Moments later, the valley exploded in phoenix-fire. When it faded, the
sight that had been revealed was truly awe-inspiring. Everything had been
incinerated; burning up in the flames of the phoenix's rebirth. Nothing remained
but a small pool where the dragon had finally come to rest. Even after causing
so many deaths in battle, the phoenix rose again in all his glory; for the
phoenix was immortal. He would not die. He COULD not die.
The dragon had fought bravely and honorably, earning the respect of the
phoenix and his followers. For that reason they gave their enemy a proper burial
by placing a large slab of rock over the pool to keep animals from
defiling his grave. They then left to inspect their hard-won lands.
Of those who later entered this tragic valley few left unscathed by the
magic that lingered there. Many were drawn towards the springs that now dotted
the valley floor. Those who were unfortunate enough to fall in the springs
assumed the shape of whatever creature that had drowned there in the past. These
springs were known to some as the pools of sorrow of Jusenkyo.
Present day – Jusenkyo
The guide had just seen something he had never even thought he would be
lucky enough to witness: the destruction of several cursed pools. Soon
after his latest customers ran off (as a girl chasing after a panda,
respectively) he heard what seemed to be an inhuman scream of rage. He then
shuddered in fear as a wave of intense heat washed over the valley; leaving a
group of pools destroyed in its wake. He arrived at the base of a small cliff,
where the site of the incident was. Whoever, or whatever caused the blast was
long gone.
The destruction seemed to be centered around the remains of a pool that
the guide had never seen before. It was deeper than any of the other pools he
had seen, and had apparently been covered by a large rock; the fragments of
which were scattered around the area. The immediate area had been burned to a
crisp, and all the surrounding pools had all boiled away, leaving nothing but
the pits where they had formed behind.
The guide knew of no pool that could have produced a creature powerful
enough to have done such a deed. Could the fools of the Musk Dynasty have been
right about the Hiryuuchuan? Were their prophecys coming true?
Only time would tell.
Author's note: I can't believe how long it's taken me to finish this. One
thing's for sure, though, I will never again whine about fanfic authors not
getting their works out in a regular time schedule. Credit (or blame, depending
on your point of view) for this fic goes to my odd imagination and dreams. I
would like to thank those of you who I sent this fic out to originally for
prereading (you know who you are...... I wish I did too). To the best of my
knowledge, the title translates as "Spirit of the Dragon King." I hope I'm not
wrong about that. Anyway, C&C is highly welcome. Flames will be used to toast
marshmallows.
You can send emails to richard.o.sienkewicz@Lawrence.edu
Oh yeah, Special thanks to my deranged friend Silver Chocobo for being a
sounding board for my ideas when I first started out.
Author's note take 2: Heh........ I almost threw this fic out entirely after I
received nary a response when I posted it on a mailing list. Fortunately (for my
pittiful self esteem, and any of you who actually LIKE my insane ramblings), one
of the administrators of said mailing list (OK, I lied........ it's actually HER
list) asked to see a copy. I obliged, and she offered some constructive
criticism and encouragement about my writing. As a result, I decided to go back
through what I had written and rewrite it (hopefully making it read better).
Anyway, thanks Bambi!!!! I probably would have forgotten about this whole thing
if you hadn't helped out!
Takahashi. I'm just a poor college student, please don't sue me!!!!
This is my first fic, be forewarned.
Ryuujin no Seishou
By Richard Sienkewicz
Prologue
A valley in the Byakalla mountain range, China: unrecorded time
Dragons were mystical creatures filled with both pride and power. This
dragon, however, did something that he had never before done in battle: he wept.
His friends were gone, his children were gone, his mate was gone. All slain by
the phoenix and its men. The phoenix WOULD pay! He would have his revenge; even
at the cost of his own life.
The mountains shook as a mighty roar echoed throughout the valley. With
death in his eyes and anger in his heart, he pounced on the phoenix; driving it
down towards the lake that took up so much of the valley below them. He knew
that he was sacrificing his life for revenge, but he had no regrets. At least
this way the phoenix would suffer great pain before it could be reborn.
The two fire elementals plunged into the depths of the lake. Already the
water had begun to boil and churn as they weakened. It surrounded them, refusing
to let them escape once more into the sky, all the while attempting to quench
their life's fire. And still they fought on, unwilling to lose to each other,
even if they were both losing the battle with the lake.
After a long, exhausting battle the phoenix finally began to shrink in on
itself, and the dragon knew he had won. But it was a bitter victory, for he was
going to die and his name, his deeds, and his family would all be forgotten. He
refused to accept that and drew in his last breath.......
To speak a mighty curse that cannot be lifted: "May this valley forever
stand as a memorial to my sorrow; let those who enter be forever changed and
never leave as they came!" This done, the dragon now relaxed, and let himself
slip into the quiet peace of oblivion. He felt content that he would soon be
reunited with his friends and family. Never again would they be apart.
Moments later, the valley exploded in phoenix-fire. When it faded, the
sight that had been revealed was truly awe-inspiring. Everything had been
incinerated; burning up in the flames of the phoenix's rebirth. Nothing remained
but a small pool where the dragon had finally come to rest. Even after causing
so many deaths in battle, the phoenix rose again in all his glory; for the
phoenix was immortal. He would not die. He COULD not die.
The dragon had fought bravely and honorably, earning the respect of the
phoenix and his followers. For that reason they gave their enemy a proper burial
by placing a large slab of rock over the pool to keep animals from
defiling his grave. They then left to inspect their hard-won lands.
Of those who later entered this tragic valley few left unscathed by the
magic that lingered there. Many were drawn towards the springs that now dotted
the valley floor. Those who were unfortunate enough to fall in the springs
assumed the shape of whatever creature that had drowned there in the past. These
springs were known to some as the pools of sorrow of Jusenkyo.
Present day – Jusenkyo
The guide had just seen something he had never even thought he would be
lucky enough to witness: the destruction of several cursed pools. Soon
after his latest customers ran off (as a girl chasing after a panda,
respectively) he heard what seemed to be an inhuman scream of rage. He then
shuddered in fear as a wave of intense heat washed over the valley; leaving a
group of pools destroyed in its wake. He arrived at the base of a small cliff,
where the site of the incident was. Whoever, or whatever caused the blast was
long gone.
The destruction seemed to be centered around the remains of a pool that
the guide had never seen before. It was deeper than any of the other pools he
had seen, and had apparently been covered by a large rock; the fragments of
which were scattered around the area. The immediate area had been burned to a
crisp, and all the surrounding pools had all boiled away, leaving nothing but
the pits where they had formed behind.
The guide knew of no pool that could have produced a creature powerful
enough to have done such a deed. Could the fools of the Musk Dynasty have been
right about the Hiryuuchuan? Were their prophecys coming true?
Only time would tell.
Author's note: I can't believe how long it's taken me to finish this. One
thing's for sure, though, I will never again whine about fanfic authors not
getting their works out in a regular time schedule. Credit (or blame, depending
on your point of view) for this fic goes to my odd imagination and dreams. I
would like to thank those of you who I sent this fic out to originally for
prereading (you know who you are...... I wish I did too). To the best of my
knowledge, the title translates as "Spirit of the Dragon King." I hope I'm not
wrong about that. Anyway, C&C is highly welcome. Flames will be used to toast
marshmallows.
You can send emails to richard.o.sienkewicz@Lawrence.edu
Oh yeah, Special thanks to my deranged friend Silver Chocobo for being a
sounding board for my ideas when I first started out.
Author's note take 2: Heh........ I almost threw this fic out entirely after I
received nary a response when I posted it on a mailing list. Fortunately (for my
pittiful self esteem, and any of you who actually LIKE my insane ramblings), one
of the administrators of said mailing list (OK, I lied........ it's actually HER
list) asked to see a copy. I obliged, and she offered some constructive
criticism and encouragement about my writing. As a result, I decided to go back
through what I had written and rewrite it (hopefully making it read better).
Anyway, thanks Bambi!!!! I probably would have forgotten about this whole thing
if you hadn't helped out!