Mark of the Phoenix
(Ranma 1/2)
Disclaimer: However much I wish that I had the brilliance to come up with it, Ranma 1/2 and related concepts belong not to me, but to Takahashi-san, who I bow to with great awe. I am only an unworthy peasant who presumes to attempt to write a fanfiction in worship of Ranma 1/2. Please don't throw me in that pit of rabid otakus! I promise! I'll learn the otaku-ken! Just don't throw me in there again!
Prologue
The man paused to take a breath and catch his bearings. If there was anyone to watch him he would have made a sight.
He was tall and moved with a delicate grace, while his amber eyes scanned the trees around him with restless energy. He looked young; perhas is his mid-twenties at the latest, but there seemed to be a kind of weariness around him, something normally seen in those much much older, or those who have spent a life among death.
'Almost there... it's been a long time, and I could use... assistance.'
He hiked u a rocky path that exited by a valley; marshy, and full of small pool of water, the only growth being the bamboo poles in the water and sparse clumps of grass. Off to one side, a small hut stood, with a middle-aged man in green relaxed outside.
He frowned. Something was... out of place. It seemed to be unchanged from the last time he saw it, but... there was a difference, somehow.
He picked up his pace.
****
The guard at the entrance stood straight at attention, mirroring his companion on his right. It was a hot summer at the foot of the mountain, and he fanned himself with his wings to keep himself cool.
He saw movement along the path, and his stiffened. It was rare to receive visitors at this time of year: traders came later in the year, after harvest, and few other outsiders happened by.
He nudged his partner, and they held out thier spears to block the path.
A red-haired figure trudged up to the post and stopped. He hack a small pack, but not one large enough to carry trade goods. He looked like he had been hiking all day, as, with a sigh, he straightened up.
"I would like to speak with Lord Saffuron"
Author's Note: Well, I know this isn't much at this point, but I need to make some decisions on how I want to do this before I post any more. I've been doing some re-writing and re-thinking on Through the Eyes of a Dragon, so it may be a while before the full chapter one is posted, but An Immortal Love is coming along, so expect (hopefully) a full chapter one out in a week or so. Let me know if you like this one: Comments send to deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com. Fics will also be published (hopefully) at www.geocities.com/thesunhawk. Flames will be used to burn prominent politicians in effigy.
Shea McIntee
(Ranma 1/2)
Disclaimer: However much I wish that I had the brilliance to come up with it, Ranma 1/2 and related concepts belong not to me, but to Takahashi-san, who I bow to with great awe. I am only an unworthy peasant who presumes to attempt to write a fanfiction in worship of Ranma 1/2. Please don't throw me in that pit of rabid otakus! I promise! I'll learn the otaku-ken! Just don't throw me in there again!
Prologue
The man paused to take a breath and catch his bearings. If there was anyone to watch him he would have made a sight.
He was tall and moved with a delicate grace, while his amber eyes scanned the trees around him with restless energy. He looked young; perhas is his mid-twenties at the latest, but there seemed to be a kind of weariness around him, something normally seen in those much much older, or those who have spent a life among death.
'Almost there... it's been a long time, and I could use... assistance.'
He hiked u a rocky path that exited by a valley; marshy, and full of small pool of water, the only growth being the bamboo poles in the water and sparse clumps of grass. Off to one side, a small hut stood, with a middle-aged man in green relaxed outside.
He frowned. Something was... out of place. It seemed to be unchanged from the last time he saw it, but... there was a difference, somehow.
He picked up his pace.
****
The guard at the entrance stood straight at attention, mirroring his companion on his right. It was a hot summer at the foot of the mountain, and he fanned himself with his wings to keep himself cool.
He saw movement along the path, and his stiffened. It was rare to receive visitors at this time of year: traders came later in the year, after harvest, and few other outsiders happened by.
He nudged his partner, and they held out thier spears to block the path.
A red-haired figure trudged up to the post and stopped. He hack a small pack, but not one large enough to carry trade goods. He looked like he had been hiking all day, as, with a sigh, he straightened up.
"I would like to speak with Lord Saffuron"
Author's Note: Well, I know this isn't much at this point, but I need to make some decisions on how I want to do this before I post any more. I've been doing some re-writing and re-thinking on Through the Eyes of a Dragon, so it may be a while before the full chapter one is posted, but An Immortal Love is coming along, so expect (hopefully) a full chapter one out in a week or so. Let me know if you like this one: Comments send to deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com. Fics will also be published (hopefully) at www.geocities.com/thesunhawk. Flames will be used to burn prominent politicians in effigy.
Shea McIntee
