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*Standard disclaimer*
This fic is a crossover of Ranma ½ with Grandia and Sailor Moon there will also
be elements of Grandia 2 and maybe a few other things please note that I own none
of these, I'm just borrowing them. Thank you.
*AU warning*
The Grandia universe is going to be an AU and is going to suffer from some cross
contamination from Ranma entering it. Some main characters will change, that's
what Ranma does to people and places.
"" Normal conversation
'' Thoughts or mental conversation
Millenia speaking to Ranma
(Music – Hairtrigger – by Yngwie Malmsteen)
For the want of an Aspirin TC \l1 "
Chapter 3
Darkness Awakens – Enter Selene, Chosen of Valmar
* * *
All eyes swiveled to Gadwin and his listing companion as they entered the inn,
though most turned back after seeing who it was, one or two continued to watch as
Gadwin and co. wove across the floor to the nearest free table, not paying attention
to which one it was.
Gadwin slowly eased Ranma onto a chair at the first free table he found. "Order
whatever you want Ranma don't worry too much about the cost, I'll cover it. You
just eat 'cause just between you and me, you look like you could use the meat on
ya."
Grunting, Ranma nodded his head slightly, just wishing that the room would stop
swaying and the voice in his head would shut her yap.
'Be quiet you. Can't you go bother someone else, anyone at all? My head hurts
enough without dealing with chicks right now.'
Chicks? CHICKS!?! Who are you calling a chick you irritating under brained-
over muscled little boy!?! Why when I get my hands on you... the remainder of
this thought was reduced to muttering and background noise as Ranma zoned her
out so he could deal with more important things, namely FOOD. Well that and
listening to whatever Gadwin was talking about.
"Did you hear what I was just saying Ranma? Well anyway, what I said was that
I'll be back shortly. I have some things to take care off, once I'm finished I'll come
back and we can talk." Gadwin turned and started for the door.
As Gadwin was making his way back to the door Ranma's voice rang out from
behind him. "Innkeeper, bring me three of everything on pages one to seven and
one of everything on the even pages, as well as pages nine, eleven and seventeen."
Gadwin winced, thinking that it was just his luck to come across someone with an
appetite that could put an army brigade to shame. Oh well, hopefully Ranma would
be able to give him a decent fight--he had better for the cost feeding him would be.
* * *
Darkness; broken by a single flickering candle set on a tome-covered desk.
Darkness; both cold and unforgiving, hiding faces familiar to many.
Darkness; filled with the soft sobs of a young girl, terror filled and losing hope.
* * *
Gadwin peered into the tent setup across town from the inn, trying to see if the
person he was looking for was in. Gadwin relaxed as his gaze settled on the petite
form of the Mogay merchant Gina, one of the few people willing to risk the
journey required to get to Dight Village from the other continent. She was a lifeline
to many, bringing medicines and equipment that were impossible to procure
through other channels.
Walking forward to greet the big man entering her tent, Gina wondered what
brought him here considering that most things she did he had no use for. Deciding
that there was no use trying to figure it out with so little information Gina set about
finding out in the quickest manner possible: she asked.
"Hiya Gadwin, What'sa you want?" Gina quirked a thin eyebrow on her angular
face and flicked one of her long ears out of her face as she stood in front of
Gadwin (1).
Gadwin smiled a broad easy smile as he looked down at the Mogay merchant who
was doing so much for the village. "Well, I was wondering if you might have
something that would suit one of the new arrivals in the village. He seems to be a
warrior, but I don't think any of the armor available here would suit him. He
doesn't seem the sort to be weighted down in battle, so the only other option was
you."
Gina's dark eyes twinkled with interest, someone new in the village and a warrior
who didn't go for the human-mountain view on combat that seemed so common
around these parts? How... interesting. "Well, you'sa show me this'a one and I'll'a
have a look see, if'a I like, then maybe I have'a something that would suit'sa your
need."
Gadwin was about to nod when an explosion rocked the village, looking startled
Gadwin turned. "That sounded like it came from the inn, I hope Ranma's not in
trouble." After saying this Gadwin set off towards the inn as fast has his legs could
take him.
Gina followed with a thoughtful look on her face.
* * *
Deep in a secret underground research station: a group of scientists, mages, and
various other researchers that had been gathered together to start work on a project
by Baal. This project was something he came up with after he found some new
information on the goings on in the time of Angelou. These writings told of a man
from the heavens that came to learn and create. His name was Valmar, and it was
he who the legends talked about when they spoke in hushed voices of the man who
tried to steal the Icarian wings, but who instead gained wings of darkness.
As Baal examined the writing, he began to form an idea. This book talked of Geia
and the great project that had been undertaken, and the similarities it had to that of
Valmar.
Valmar's efforts were to change humanity into something that could stand against
his enemies; where as the project surrounding Geia's creation was to gain the
power of the Icarian for those better suited to lead.
Thus, Baal set about having his researchers try to combine the two, not forsaking
the original research mind you merely adding a new facet to it. Thus was Project
Valkyrie born; the project that was just now as Baal watched on bearing its
poisoned fruit.
* * *
Platters heaped full of food made there way across the Inn to Ranma's table.
With joy filled gaze Ranma saw the meal seat before him and set into it with the
gusto only a Saotome unfed three days can manage. After several minutes of eating
and three pages on the menu a loutish voice broke the stunned silence of the other
patrons watching the natural disaster that was Ranma.
"Hey, whaddya think youse is doing at OUR table?"
A minute later and another menu page and the voice rang out again.
If one listened closely enough one could almost hear the brain cells being burned
out through sudden overuse.
"Hey, who do youse think youse is ignoring me like dat?
Who where they? He didn't care; they were as far from being more important than
food to a Saotome as Ranma was from quoting astrophysics. Ranma calmly
continued ignoring whoever was speaking and started to eat another bowl of
ramen.
The only sound in the room--other than that of the death and destruction of many a
fine meal--was the sound of the last thread of a temper fraying and coming closer
and closer to snapping.
"Grrr, Listen to me damn it, don't ya know who I am?"
Ranma grumbled to himself, why was it he could never eat a meal without some
half-assed git interrupting him, if it wasn't Akane or his old man, it was Ryoga or
one of the various other problems in his life. Hell even in whatever world he had
been banished to by the PMS Queen Pluto, some bastard was trying to interrupt his
meal. Well he sighed to himself he'd have to do something soon or he'd just get
attacked and that would waste all this wonderful food and he couldn't have that.
So Ranma calmly set down the bowl and slowly turned his void black gaze to see
who dared come between him and food.
Standing in front of a dozen unshaven and armed men was someone who looked
more ape then man, long gangly arms reaching almost to his knees attached to
shoulders almost as wide as he was tall, and capped off with a face that not only a
mother couldn't love but that had gotten her husband beaten for as a result.
Ranma put all his years of training with his father to use as he opened his mouth
and in the most insulting voice possible said, "Listen, I don't know who you are
but you're starting to tick me off, leave now or I won't be held responsible for
what happens."
If Genma had been here he couldn't have been prouder of his son's ability to
enrage anyone, anywhere in two sentences or less. The face of the leader of the
motley turned purple, and then red, steam seemed to come from his ears.
"Listen youse little puke, who da hell do ya t'ink youse is to tell me, ME! The Boss
of the 'Really Mean Bandits' what ta do?"
After a mental laugh at someone admitting to calling their group something so
stupid he sighed. "Ok, fine. If that's the way you want to do this then I really have
only two words to say to you."
The goon snorted. "Yeah wha's that? Gunna start beggin' fer mercy now 'fore we
pound ya?"
Ranma just raised his head and replied, "No… this."
Swiftly bringing his arm level with the floor and his now open palm pointing at the
leader of the group Ranma barked out, "Shadow Lance!" Black energy coursed
down his arm and settled into his palm before erupting across the room and with a
roar blowing the leader off his feet and through the open door.
Millenia's voice echoed in Ranma's mind as the energy from the spell dispersed
Well done student, I give that an 8. Next time though try not to use so much
energy that's all the willed magic you'll be able to pull until we get to finish that
meal.
'Ha...' Ranma mentally sneered at his self-proclaimed teacher '... I'd like to see
you do better.'
Hmmm... Oh don't worry student you will tonight. A sinister grin seemed to
enshroud these words as they slowly faded from his mind.
Slowly getting to his feet Ranma turned to the innkeeper. "Mind keeping this warm
for me? It seems there's some trash to be dealt with." Seeing the innkeeper nod,
Ranma turned to the gap jawed idiots "Okay, lets take this outside, I doubt the
innkeeper would appreciate us wrecking his inn."
* * *
Baal watched silently as the vermin working on this project ran backwards and
forwards checking and triple-checking everything to make sure there were no
mistakes, after all they all understood what would happen should a mistake be
made.
Finally, after waiting for almost an hour everything was ready, Dr. Vuton had just
come by to tell him that they would start the vitalization process shortly.
"Nine, eight, zeven, zix, five, four, t'ree, two, vun, zero, Vitalzzation prozezz
z'tarted." The weasely little man shouted with glee as Mana started to flow through
the conduits and wires, infusion the vessel with power and hopeful life.
As the power began to flow into the vessel a dull thrum could be heard, energy
began to arch across the surface of the pod, technicians flipped switches and turned
knobs, and Baal watched on in growing impatience as the culmination of years of
work finally came together.
"Everzing is ready my Lord. You have but to zay zee vord and ve vill zee if zee
technizionz vill zervive thiz project." Vuton reported tacking a sadistic joy in
pointing out to all just how fragile their grip on life truly was and just how much
they all had resting on this experiment.
"Very well," barked Baal, "commence." As the words left Baal's lips, one tech
pulled the final lever and inside the pod a sealed hole in the roof irised open and a
pale grey sludge started to fill the interior.
The thrumming rose in pitch and more and more power was poured into the
primordial soap within the pod, as well as terabyte after terabyte of information,
personality overlays, directives, hopes, dreams, likes, dislikes everything a person
should know, everything a person needed to know, or at least what Baal believed
they needed to know.
'Soon', Baal thought. 'Soon, all will be ready, and nothing will be able to stand
before me.'
* * *
She, just like all her friends had ignored the stories of strange things in Nerima:
stories of girls going missing in the middle of the day; stories of strange monsters
that lurked in the shadows. After all everyone knew that this was home to some of
the greatest martial artists in the world, who would be foolish enough to do something like that here?
And anyway everyone knew monsters where the stuff of fantasies. Pity it was the
very type of person she had been sure would keep danger away had in fact turned
out to be the danger she would face. Thus it was that Minako was in the situation
that she found herself.
"Please, please just, just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone please just let me
go," sobbed the young girl tied to the evil looking altar.
"Sweet flower, do not cry. Alas I cannot let thee free, but rejoice that your sacrifice
will be for a most noble cause." The robe clad Kuno looked up from where he was
studying one of the many tomes on his cluttered desk. "Yes, for once I have found
the correct ritual you will help me gain the power to defeat the fiend Saotome and
his minions."
Minako just seemed to sob harder and Kuno shrugged and ignored her, going back
to looking for the ritual he required. Truly duty was a harsh mistress, but he knew
that should he find himself unable to do what needed to be done countless others
would suffer, and so he was caused to make hard decisions and to do that which
was for the greater good, after all what was the life of one person compared to the
chance to put a halt to the vile Saotome's reign of terror
One thought went through Minako's mind before she fell asleep, 'Why is it always
the cute ones?'
* * *
As Gadwin ducked and dived around people as quickly as he could, he cursed
under his breath. What was it with this kid that he couldn't go half an hour without
causing a problem or getting himself in trouble? Ducking around a cart that was
bring someone's produce into market Gadwin caught a glimpse of Gina's slight
form flowing around people as she headed off to see what the commotion was,
well at least she would be able to see who the gear was for before hand.
Gadwin skidded to a halt outside Dr Alma's Office and grabbed Ranma's sheathed
sword, 'Better get this to him, if he's in a fight he'll probably need it.'
Once again Gadwin set off as fast as his feet could carry him across the village
knocking over a few people on his way, once he got to the Inn he saw Ranma
unarmed and surrounded by thirteen bandits all armed an looking ready to kill.
Drawing back his arm Gadwin yelled, "Ranma, catch!" And heaved the sheathed
blade into the air, watching it fly he thought for a moment that he may have thrown
it to hard when just as it reached its apex Ranma leaped into the air and caught the
blade.
* * *
Ranma stopped just as he stepped out of the inn, inside there had only been twelve
bandits, not counting their leader, but now standing in two groups at both ends of
the street was no less the thirty and maybe a few more than that.
Ranma smirked 'Well, maybe this will be more of a work out than I thought, heh.
Maybe I should try the other trick Red taught me, see how she likes that.'
As Ranma made his way to the center of the street the bandits shifted nervously,
Most where wondering why this guy wasn't even looking concerned let alone
worried, a few others had seen what he had done inside the inn and knew that
wasn't any type of magic they had heard of, and something unknown was usually
something bad.
Feet planted firmly in the loose dirt of the street, arms at his side, Ranma cooked
his head to the side and he glared at the leader of this group.
"Ok, here we are. You want to start this dance or do I get to?"
With a growl of rage the slightly singed bandit leader roared, "Kill the little puke,
and make sure you do it slowly like."
As the last echoes of the command faded into nothing the group drew there various
weapons as one. Daggers and swords stood beside staves and clubs, one man even
had a rather powerful looking crossbow that creaked with the strain of the draw.
A moment of silence passed, and almost as one they surged forth hoping to
overwhelm Ranma with sheer numbers.
As the first man started to draw back his arm to strike Ranma's previously closed
eyes snapped open and a vicious grin split his face as he barked two words,
"Tainted Wind!" As the words left his mouth a shadowy force seemed to reach out
and pick the bandits up and hurl them away from Ranma who now stood with
wings unleashed and shrouded in power.
"Well that was less then satisfying. Hmmm, can't throw anything big in here so
let's try the other way."
Ranma seemed to concentrate for a moment, as if trying to remember something
long forgotten, suddenly as if a switch had been thrown Ranma straitened throwing
his shoulders back and brought his cupped hands before him and began to chant.
Darkness hear my shouted plea,
Lend your strength now unto me,
I call you past the Twilight Pall,
Your majesty I now unveil,
OBLIVION!
As the last shouted word left his lips he threw his hands forward as power flowed
across his arms and spewed down the street taking out the bandits there.
After seeing almost half his men taken down with one spell the leader turned to a
rail thin bandit dressed in ratty clothing and started screaming "Hurry up and put
up the anti-magic field you fool, or do you want to be the next one he gets with that
strange magic!"
The mage looked around nervously before he started to concentrate a pale light
seemed to illuminate him as he brought his hands forth and shouted the name of
the spell, "Shhhh!" A vortex of anti-magic whirled around Ranma cutting him off
from most of his magic, and all of the magic he could use at the moment due to
lack of energy.
As all looked on the wings of pitch black adorning Ranma's shoulders flickered
and faded from sight.
With a silent curse Ranma slipped into a loose stance and glared at the mage
promising to deal with him last, just so he would have the time to make it last.
Before anyone could blink Ranma had leapt to the side of where he was, catching
two well thrown knives and returning them to there senders, one through his
shoulder the other splitting the offenders kneecap, as Ranma landed a cry went up
from outside of the bandits. "Ranma, catch!" He looked up and saw the sword that
had made this trip with him soaring high above the ground, bracing himself he
leapt to meet it, catching it he threw a quick salute to Gadwin.
Sheathed blade in hand Ranma landed, once again surrounded by bandits though
less then the first time. "Heh," Ranma snorted after drawing the blade, "I doubt I'll
need this for the likes of you." So saying the blade was sent flying over his
shoulder to land firmly planted between the legs of a bandit who had silently been
edging away from where he had been blown by Ranma's spell. Seeing the sword
planted so close to all he held dear, the bandit did the only thing he could. Eyes
rolling up into his head he fainted and bid goodbye to the waking world.
Cracking his knuckles Ranma gave this group there first viewing of his infamous
smirk and set about proving why it was foolish to engage Ranma Saotome in close
combat, a sword strike was effortlessly blocked with the scabbard still clenched in
Ranma's left hand and redirected into the path of one of its fellows, the wielder
sent to an early repose with a swift blow behind the ear, the next was brought down
with a brutal kick to the knee bending it in reverse of its proper angel and pain
filled cry of that bandit was silenced by a kick to the temple, three where brought
down with a single round house kick and another with the back fist that followed.
The bandit leader watched on in disgust as his men where defeated one by one,
with a cry of rage he let loose a command "BRING IN DA BRUTE SQUAD!"
His men now scattered seemed to, as one heave a sigh of relief and a group of six
huge men dressed in a strange form of leather armor came rushing from the gates.
Ranma stilled and turned to take the measure of this new threat, seeing that with
the exception of one they all moved with the tread of brawlers, rather than martial
artist's, he relaxed slightly. The other who stayed behind the rest didn't move right,
he didn't flow like a martial artist or seem to barge his way through the air like a
brawler his movements where stilted, jerky and yet smother then they should have
been as well, he was a group of contradictions that all screamed one thing, that this
person was not to be underestimated and should be treated with caution.
Two of this new group split off from the other four and slowly advanced on
Ranma. One was armed with a huge hammer that looked as if someone had taken a
section from a giant tree and put a pole through it to use as a handle, the second
wielded a set of wicked looking clawed gauntlets each with three barbed blades
that constantly dripped strange venom.
As the two began to circle Ranma he looked them over, both seemed use to
working as a team so he doubted it would be easy to get them to tangle each other
up or get in each others way, it looked like that only sure way of taking them out
was a frontal assault on one that would take them down before the other could
react, strategy set Ranma flowed towards the clawed hulk as he was the closest
target.
"Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken" he cried as his arms blurred and blows rained
down on the chest of his enemy the repulsive sound of ribs breaking followed by a
stunned silence the result.
Ranma swiftly moved away from his fallen foe and his compatriot. He was about
the start on the second when he noticed a mocking clapping coming from the
group's leader.
"Hahaha, very nicely done but you did seal your fate, you did. Now you will face
the terror that is the Mark Seven Basilisk armor--patent pending. Even as we speak
your hand is turning to stone, sure you may be able to defeat one or even two more
of my Brute Squad but by that time you'll be nothing but a statue that we will
crush."
Ranma looked down at his hands and sure enough the fingers where solid stone
and his hands where slowly transforming as well, as despair began to rise he felt
something shift and the transformation halted then reversed.
Baka, next time someone throws you your sword, USE IT!!!!
Three guesses who that was and no she wasn't happy.
'Fine, fine, I'll use the sword then. Gee a guy can't catch a break, can he?'
You keep making screw ups like that last one and a break is exactly what you'll
get and a one-way trip to the next life. I'm not sure I could pull that trick of again,
even if I wanted to.
Ranma looked at the gloating Bandit leader then to his hand and back again, he
slowly lifted his hand so everyone could see it, and one by one flexed his fingers,
smirking as the bandit leader's face fell. He slowly walked to where his sword was
sticking out of the ground not an inch from the groin of some unfortunate bandit
and yanked it out of the ground. Turning to ease into a basic ready stance facing
the now furious hammer wielding brute, Ranma calmly tossed the scabbard he had
been holding over his shoulder, where it hit the waking bandit and sent him back to
dreamland.
"Right then, let see if you're as easy to take down as your claw happy buddy then."
Ranma Taunted the Brute who gave an incoherent roar and charged hammer
swung high.
Ranma slipped past him with ease and flicked the sword blade out as he was
passing leaving a shallow cut across the gut of the man.
The big man groaned as he got up from his knees and turned a baleful glare at
Ranma, who calmly cocked his eyebrow and made a 'come on then' motion with
his empty hand.
The big man scowled and griped his hammer tightly, he slowly edged his left foot
forward before quickly swinging his hammer over his shoulder and launching
himself at Ranma, as Ranma tried to do as he had last time he was caught
unprepared by the round house swing the hammer wielder performed that covered
almost half the street and proved to much for Ranma to dodge.
Ranma picked himself up from where he had hit the inn wall and grunted, eyeing
the now confounded hammer wielder with scorn he bit out "Hah, you call that a
hit? Weak little girls have hit me harder. Come on, put your back into it, are you a
man or what?"
The taunts once again had the desired effect and set off a blind charge from the
hammer wielder, this time Ranma brought the sword to his side and prepared to
strike, as the bellowing bull of a man started to complete his massive overhead
swing Ranma streaked forward and brought the blade around in a savage wide
arced slash. For a moment both combatants stood there Ranma in his finishing
stance sword held out beside him after finishing his slash and the big man with his
hammer still over his head, until finally the big man started to topple as his tunic
became sodden in his life blood.
Ranma calmly stood up and brought the sword once more to his side and glanced
at the four remaining members of the Brute Squad "Well, who's next?"
The Brute Leader gave a quick hand signal and the Brute standing behind the Gang
Leader raised his meaty fist and knocked out the fool before tossing him over his
shoulder as the others went to work gathering the wounded and dead, as the Silver
haired Brute watched before he turned towards Ranma.
"Well, That's enough of that, I've got better things to do but I'll tell you what,
show me what you've got, If you give a good enough showing, maybe I'll let you
live for a while longer, I need a workout anyway."
After saying this the Leader flicked a small buckler from his back into the air and
after drawing the Gladius at his side caught the falling shield in his off hand.
Just before he was about to begin he paused and smirked for a second "Oh, By the
way, the name is Stiel, remember it."
Ranma, Seeing the remaining bandits fade away one by one smirked as finally he
felt a tickle in the back of his mind telling him is magic was at his command again,
not that he would need it.
"Hah, I'll give you more then a work out, let's hope you can keep up with me,
wouldn't want to fall asleep mid-swing now would I."
Nodding once Stiel began to circle with his stance close and defensive for the
moment.
Ranma tucked his sword close to his side and flickered forward sure he would be
able to finish this soon enough that his waiting meal wouldn't even be cold.
As Ranma neared his enemy a glow sprang up around the Brute Leader and he
jumped back and let loss a cry "Quake Cutter" as the words left his lips the energy
surged from his blade and rocket across the ground, catching Ranma unprepared
and thus hitting him full on and throwing him from his feet.
'Damn, this guys not messing around, guess I'll have to stop playing around and
take this seriously. Damn what's the world coming to?'
As Ranma climbed to his feet he saw his opponent waiting calmly for him to rise.
* * *
"At last I have found it!" Tatewaki cried with glee as he held aloft a rune-covered
book.
As he brought the book down again and began to read he felt a thrill of elation go
through him, soon, very soon he would have the power he required to bring down
the cursed Saotome.
* * *
Baal glared in impatience as the lab workers scurried around like rats doing their
work. He knew it would take time, but the longer required for completion the
longer it would be before he could deal with some... troubling problems that had
arisen--namely his son and the Icarian.
Soon he would have much less need for them, but for now he must wait.
Professor Vuton came scampering over to him with glee written on his face.
"My Lord, ve are ready to begin ze nexzt ztage, all ve need iz your vord."
Baal looked down at the little man and slowly nodded his head, signaling to
commence.
"Ztart ze nexzt ztage" Vuton cried with glee, as buttons and levers where pull and
the magical energy being injected into the chamber in the center of the room
seemed to increase in potency and energy crackled around the frame holding the
chamber in place.
As the opening at in the roof of the chamber finally closed sealing the now full
chamber the breakers that had been keeping the energy away from the goop inside
where removed and pure magical energy flowed through the primordial ooze
inside.
As seconds ticked by nothing seemed to happen until finally a shockwave pulsed
out from the chamber throwing those closest off there feet, Dr Vuton crowed with
delight as he looked up from the reading he had been monitoring "My Lord, Ze
exzperiment, it iz a zuccezzez."
As Vuton spoke the words the chamber began to open, and all turned to see what
would steep forth.
* * *
As Leen reached the door to Herr Mullen's office she paused to compose herself,
as she well knew that only the worst news was handed out in this place, Mullen
enjoyed giving good news where all could hear it. TC \l1 "
After a few moments Leen opened the door and stepped inside, seeing Mullen at
his desk reading a report from one of his operatives with a palpable aura of despair
as she closed the door behind her Mullen's head quickly rose a look of worry on
his face that was instantly banished on seeing that it was Leen, Mullen motioned
for her to come closer and take a seat before putting down the report that he had
been going over.
"It's good to see you are well Leen, unfortunately from the latest reports on my
father machinations this may not stay the same for long."
"It would seem that my father has finally gained a measure of success in his quest
to find a more 'controllable' substitute for the power of the Icarians in this project
'Valkyrie' of his."
"This means that you are much less valuable to him now, which means he may
very well try to have you 'removed' so someone else doesn't use your power
against him."
"This is why I'm going to ask you to do something for me, next time we cross
paths with Justine and his companions go with them, help protect the spirit stone
they have from my father and thus gain some protection for yourself."
Throughout Mullens speech Leen could only nod and think just how right her
premonition had been, bad new indeed.
* * *
Notes TC \l1 "
Yeah finally finished this chapter *mutters* sorry for this taken so damn long, I
was stuck on the fight scene as I'm not used to writing such a long scene it had to
get help from others, thanks Jared btw for all your help and suggestions and
everyone else as well.
Thanks to My Pre-readers, Guyjin most of all, without whom, I'd still be
wondering if I should release this or not.
Also thanks to Griever, Keep up the good work. ^_^
(1) Yes the Mogay in this line are different from the game's version and Gina is
older and Guido is unlikely to show up anytime, why, that will be explained
latter on but it will be explained.