Wa Ga Fushigi-Our Mysterious Play
Introduction
Sierra Omega's Note: This precedes the two prologues that will be posted shortly, and was written by Kryllion_dono. Please review and tell us both what you think!
' A child walks through the halls of the Koukaido, his restraining parents only mildly succeeding in scolding the boy's exuberance, to be free of the stuff halls and nasal tutors of a child of high birth. As they pass each of the adjoining halls, the sound of a legend-story grows louder, and a man on the stage looks up in mild distraction as they enter, his tale just begun . . .
...He holds up a book.'
This is the first page. Do you see it? It begins a beginning, as all things do, of one thing or another. This is the story of two friends, significant as all things are in their own way, but significant because their destiny is intertwined with the destiny of a world of words: men of illustration, women of written tales, children of black ink.
As soon as the page is turned, though, their destiny ceases to be something as ethereal and pristine a mere concept, and fulfills through the actions and moments of those two students, barely children. They must engage their all into their destiny, and succeed . . . they are the last remnants of something my grandparent spun tales of when I was yet born, their source for the tale of spirits whose bodies have long turned to forgotten dust . . .
This is the last page. Do you see it? It is unwritten, because the tale has not ended: as all things do, their destiny has been diluted and sieved and revised, to become mine, yours, ours, theirs, his, hers, and even the Emperor himself' destiny. So, it is blank, because all though their story is done, our tale... the tale of our lives, is yet unwritten. . . and our ancestors will not dip brush to ink to begin it until we join them in the telling. The telling in the heavens, after our mounds have long been packed firm by grass and the foot of nature, or have long been scoured away by that selfsame spirit
'... The man calls out, 'Listen!' Hear the tale of hatred founded in a cornerstone of air, scoured away by the flame of true friendship.
'Come! Here is a tale of what occurs when the loyalty of birth and the loyalty of amity conflict, and since all humans are different, so is this tale different from any of the selfsame conflict!
'Come! All stories deserve to be heard, not forgotten, but this is the story you can hear and find in your own heart!
'Come . . .
'Hear a tale of love and retribution, or betrayal and redemption, of the lust for power and the despair that must inevitably follow . . .
'Hear a tale!
'For in many ways, it is your own! The search for one's home . . .'
Authors' Notes: Okay, everyone! This story is going to be a LONG one, and I won't be writing this alone! My good friend Kryllion_dono and I will alternate the chapters, so please note the differences in style from chapter to chapter. This will be self-insertion of Kryllion and myself into the world of the Shi Jin Ten Chi Sho... and for you Mary Sue- bashers, give it a chance! Just imagine that Miaka and Yui were never sucked into the book world... and hear OUR stories! ~ Sierra Omega ~
Introduction
Sierra Omega's Note: This precedes the two prologues that will be posted shortly, and was written by Kryllion_dono. Please review and tell us both what you think!
' A child walks through the halls of the Koukaido, his restraining parents only mildly succeeding in scolding the boy's exuberance, to be free of the stuff halls and nasal tutors of a child of high birth. As they pass each of the adjoining halls, the sound of a legend-story grows louder, and a man on the stage looks up in mild distraction as they enter, his tale just begun . . .
...He holds up a book.'
This is the first page. Do you see it? It begins a beginning, as all things do, of one thing or another. This is the story of two friends, significant as all things are in their own way, but significant because their destiny is intertwined with the destiny of a world of words: men of illustration, women of written tales, children of black ink.
As soon as the page is turned, though, their destiny ceases to be something as ethereal and pristine a mere concept, and fulfills through the actions and moments of those two students, barely children. They must engage their all into their destiny, and succeed . . . they are the last remnants of something my grandparent spun tales of when I was yet born, their source for the tale of spirits whose bodies have long turned to forgotten dust . . .
This is the last page. Do you see it? It is unwritten, because the tale has not ended: as all things do, their destiny has been diluted and sieved and revised, to become mine, yours, ours, theirs, his, hers, and even the Emperor himself' destiny. So, it is blank, because all though their story is done, our tale... the tale of our lives, is yet unwritten. . . and our ancestors will not dip brush to ink to begin it until we join them in the telling. The telling in the heavens, after our mounds have long been packed firm by grass and the foot of nature, or have long been scoured away by that selfsame spirit
'... The man calls out, 'Listen!' Hear the tale of hatred founded in a cornerstone of air, scoured away by the flame of true friendship.
'Come! Here is a tale of what occurs when the loyalty of birth and the loyalty of amity conflict, and since all humans are different, so is this tale different from any of the selfsame conflict!
'Come! All stories deserve to be heard, not forgotten, but this is the story you can hear and find in your own heart!
'Come . . .
'Hear a tale of love and retribution, or betrayal and redemption, of the lust for power and the despair that must inevitably follow . . .
'Hear a tale!
'For in many ways, it is your own! The search for one's home . . .'
Authors' Notes: Okay, everyone! This story is going to be a LONG one, and I won't be writing this alone! My good friend Kryllion_dono and I will alternate the chapters, so please note the differences in style from chapter to chapter. This will be self-insertion of Kryllion and myself into the world of the Shi Jin Ten Chi Sho... and for you Mary Sue- bashers, give it a chance! Just imagine that Miaka and Yui were never sucked into the book world... and hear OUR stories! ~ Sierra Omega ~
