Steven: Hello, this is ……
Xino: Nut-Crackers it our first fan-fiction
Steven: :Glares at Xino: You have been watching "The Grinch" haven't you.
Xino: Maybe, I don't have a problem!
Steven: :sweat drop: On to my first fan fiction please don't flame me too bad.
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Chapter One
A crisp wind blew through the trees as a young man stood looking onward towards the horizon. The sun was just setting, and the sky was full of soft lurid colors. Shadows cast by the luminous glow crept upon the tombstones that surrounded him. His eyes a mysterious golden color, and his hair as white as fresh slate, he wore a pair of navy blue jeans and a charcoal black shirt. Around his neck hung a long silver chain, attached to which was a small pendent he had; a Yin-Yang. If flipped, the other side portrayed two dragons, one black and one white.
As the sun hit the horizon, the young man turned towards his campfire. His eyes flickered as the flames did as he stared into the fire, a trance-like look taking over his face. A large oak tree sheltered him from the rain that began to pour from the darkening sky.
A wolf howled deep in the night, breaking his focus on the flames. The boy turned to look at the quiet field of stone. As midnight approached, he pulled out his sleeping bag and placed his backpack under his head as a pillow and laid down. The print on the small tag that was strapped to the handle of his sack was written in neat writing; Xino Zion. The night was calm as Xino lay there, staring peacefully at the now dark night sky. The rain fell as Xino slowly droned off to sleep.
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The next morning, Xino was up before the sun had risen. It was still very dark outside, and only a sliver of light could be seen just above the hills to the east. After putting out the fire, Xino quickly packed his bag and slowly hiked down through the quiet graveyard. As he approached the gate, he saw the sun was now visible just above the hills.
Xino was all alone in the world. He had just moved to this new town after the death of his parents, due to an "unknown reason." Oh, he knew just what happened; they were murdered. Murdered by an anonymous person. All he could remember about the incident was a very long sword, crafted from ivory. Xino rummaged through his pocket, then pulled out a crumpled up article about the Shaman Tournament. While doing research about Japan, he found one thing. That every one thousand years, there was a tournament for Shaman competing to be the Shaman King; and it just happed to be this very year.
Xino Zion's goal was to gain a spirit partner, and defeat the Shaman who wielded a certain ivory weapon.
Meanwhile deep within some near by bushes a shadowy figure rubbed his hand gently over his ivory sword. "So we meet again young Xino." He spoke softly and gave an evil smirk.
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Xino: Bum. Bum. Bum.
Steven: Sorry for such a short chapter the next one will be longer, I hope
Xino: Play Monkey! Play!
:giant toy make nosie in the background:
Steven: See you next time,oh and please send me some ideas for characters. Thanks for reading.