Disclaimer: This fanfic is a crossover featuring Ranma ½ (Property of Rumiko Takahashi) and The Never-ending story (Property of Michael Ende), none of the characters here (unless stated) are of my own creation.
This story takes place in an alternative universe
I have changed around stories and some other things as well, as curses.
I am using both the Never-ending story and the characters from the series Ranma ½ without permission from their respective authors.
This is my first attempt of doing a fanfic, so please forgive me if you don't like it.
C & C are welcome, please don't sue me, I'm just a student with a little too much imagination in my hands.
Words inside * * are thoughts, words inside are signs, words inside # # are animal speech and words inside { } are foreign language. Any writing inside / / are comments, actions and thoughts from the person reading the book.
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LadyCrow
Chapter 2: Footprints in the sand.
In a large desert, in the middle of Fantásia a boy was cursing his luck.
He had been walking for days and was now sure of being completely lost, he didn't even know in what part of the world he was, he wasn't even sure he was in his own world anymore.
The boy was wearing what seemed like an oversized backpack with a red umbrella tied to the top, his clothes, hair and face was covered with sand making it impossible to figure out his features. He looked like a living sand statue.
Slowly he continued walking in a random direction, as he walked he continued cursing the ancestor that gave him his sense of direction. –I know some god really hates my family, and specially me, and decided to make my life miserable. It's not normal to get lost all the time. This is all great-great-great-great-great grandfather Manukes fault!-
The boy stopped walking and sat down in the sand. – How could he be so stupid and clueless. Sleeping on a stone with oni guards all over it. And remove those guards in the morning.
He really deserved his name.-
Depressed he got up and continued walking.
In the far of distance he could see a forest, it looked dark and gloomy, but it was better than staying in the burning sun.
In the Haule woods the winds were blowing furiously, Pjornrachzarck, the rockeater were sitting by a campfire with the nightelf Wuschwusul sitting on one of his toes. Both of them talking slowly about what had been happening in Fantásia.
{If she dies it would be the end of us all} Pjornachzarck said, his voice sounding like large rock cracking in the icy cold.
{But what is wrong with her?} Wuschwusul asked looking into the glowing fire.
{No one knows, but all the creatures of Fantásia has heard the prophecy. It is very confusing, but is says that the only ones that could save Fantásia are the outsiders. The lost one, the lonely, the three bloodkin and the saddling.} The rockeater sighted and grabbed a large boulder and bit into it, chewing slowly.
-Excuse me, is this the way to Yokohama? -
The nightelf jumped down from the rockeater´s toe and pointed at the strange and unusual creature that had just entered the clearing {A monster!!!!!} it howled.
The rockeater looked down at the creature. It looked a lot like a grassman, but his skin was very pale, not at all the healthy green color the grasspeople had on their skin. {It looks strange indeed, but let's not come to hasty conclusion, maybe it isn't what it seems.}
The creature Pjornrachzarck and Wushwusul were talking about was the boy who were walking in the desert, the strong winds in the forest had blown all the sand of him, now one could clearly see the yellow and black bandanna that were holding his hair back, and the worn out travelling clothes he was using.
/Ranma frowned and returned to the second page.- It must be him they are talking about, but why do they find him strange and unusual, he looks perfectly normal to me.- Ranma shrugged and returned to the page he was reading./
The boy looked at the two creatures with open mouth, they were the strangest things he had ever seen, what he had assumed to be a small hill or a large boulder was actually a living creature. It was tall as the tallest trees in the forest and seemingly made of rock. It had large teeth sticking out of its mouth and was chewing on something.
The other creature was even stranger, it looked like a fur-covered larvae, it had small red hands and a pair of enormous eyes that glowed in the dark like two cinders.
-I...I...I guess this isn't Yokohama. - He managed to stutter before he fainted.
{That was a very strange reaction, very interesting too.} Wushwusul said and walked (well he actually skipped) over to the unconscious boy. Poking his finger into the chest of the boy he commented { He sure isn't a monster. A monster wouldn't faint this way....look he is coming out of it.}
The boy opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of large glowing eyes. –Hiiiiiiiiiii!- He jumped to his feet pushing away the nightelf. –Don't touch me you demon from the deepest of hells.- He looked for his backpack and saw it lying on the ground where he had fainted.
The creature that had been staring into his eyes said something to the living mountain and then turned back to the boy and offered his hand.
Wushwusul turned and looked at Pjornrachzack {I don't understand a word of what he is saying, maybe we should try to introduce ourselves. If he tries anything funny you crush him.}
Stretching out his hand the nightelf approached the boy. {I am Wushwusul}
The boy looked at the extended hand and wondered if he should dare to shake it. Well after all the creature didn't look all that dangerous. He grabbed the hand and shaked it.
The creature said something that sounded like a whooshing sound while shaking his hand, the boy presumed it was it's name. – My name is Ryouga Hibiki.-
Wushwusul looked at the creature and smiled, the sounds it had emitted must have been it's name, but just to make sure he let go of the hand and pointed at his chest {Wushwusul}.
The creature looked at him for a second and then pointed at it's own chest. –Ryouga- it said.
{Pjornrachzack} a deep voice said from behind them.
The rockeater was pointing at its chest aswell.
The creature smiled and pointed at the nightelf –Wooshul- then at the rockeater –Pjornraak-.
{Close enough.} The nightelf said and then pointed at the boy. {Roga}
The boy smiled and nodded.
Introductions made Ryouga pointed at the ground and asked – Japan? -
Wushwusul shaked his head and said {Fantásia}
Ryouga scratched his head – I have never heard of the land of Fantásia, but I guess it must be somewhere on Earth, a new place to explore. - He thought happily.
Ryouga had to admit that his whole family was victims of a curse thrown by a oni several centuries ago, this curse consisted in terrible sense of direction, so he used his constant voyages to explore new countries and learn new languages. It had almost become a hobby to wander off , and Ryouga enjoyed every new thing he learned. But at times he would curse his luck and his fate. Specially when he ended up in little enjoyable places, like the sandstorm he had just left behind.
Ryouga then noted the campfire and smiled at Wushwusul. –Care if I join you? I could cook something for us all. - He asked, then remembering he hadn't learned the language yet he pointed at the campfire, then at himself and rubbed his belly.
Wushwusul tilted his head and nodded. {I think he wants to join us in our meal.} He said to Pjornrachzack.
And so it happened that Ryouga, being lost in a whole new world came to know Wushwusul and Pjornrachzack, learning about their mission and of the danger that threaten Fantásia.