Disclaimer: I do not own Shenmue or any of the characters.
Please note that Fanfiction does contain spoilers.
This Fan Fiction is going on the basis that Ziming is not Lan Di and that Ziming is twenty-nine.
Prologue: Sweet Dreams
They came from Guilin,
Their paths shall cross the one who seeks vengeance,
Bonded by blood
Separated by tragedy,
When they are ready, they shall meet.
A confrontation predetermined since long-ago.
As the dragon emerges from the earth,
And the Phoenix descends from the heavens,
The pitch-black night will unfold.
And the morning star will guide them to their fate.
Their battle of light and darkness,
will shake the earth.
As good and evil meet, only one may survive...
Shenhua Ling
China, unknown location.
The room was small and cosy. The dying summers day was cool but the fire roaring beneath the pot gave out enough heat to make the ornate room comfortable. Besides the pot a boy and a girl worked on rolling out some dough. The boy reached into his pocket and brought some out.
"Look at this, Xiuying" the boy said, with a smile. He was young, only around eleven, with brown hair that reached to the bottom of his neck. He was dressed in white, and had a dirt stain on his right cheek. Slowly he opened his hand to reveal a yin-yang coloured bead.
The girl, around eight years old with her brown hair done in pigtails, and dressed in blue gasped.
"Oh, it's so pretty! Where did you get this?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter." the boy replied, dissmissevly. "Give me your hand." The girl stretched her hand out straight away, without suspicion. The boy put something in the girls hand. Slowly he extended his hand, showing the black piece of the yin-yang. The girl looked at the white piece she was holding. She brought her hand close to her face, examining the bead. The boy watched her with a smile, before bringing his own hand back and looking at the black piece he was holding.
"I can have this?" the girl asked happily. The boy nodded.
"Yes. Cherish it." he told her.
"I will." the girl replied, still looking at the bead.
Wise Men's Quarter, Wan Chai..
In the small, dark room all was quiet and still. A clock ticked, second by second, by the small bed. The clock continued ticking, then as the clock hit twelve... With a sudden gasp the woman in the bed awoke, almost slamming into a sitting position. Tears pored down the woman's face, she gave choked gasps repeatedly, the sound echoing around the room, and into the darkness she whispered one word.
"Ziming"...
Sorry this isn't very long. I don't really have the story laid out in my head yet. I just wanted to write this before I forget the general idea.