Thank you to all reviewers:
animeprincess1452- Yeah, lots'a thinking. I was hoping it wasn't too detailed, but I think I did okay based upon what everyone is saying. Oooohhhh, so you like it more than my chibi fics? Yeah, it is very interesting, can't argue with you there. Glad you like it.
Candy the Duck- Yes...still very weird. About the weirdest thing I have ever written. I can e-mail you the symbol if you would like. It's easier than describing it.
KitsuneAkai13- Ooooo! So many things you are doing...I am amazed you can be so happy! It seems that you really like this story, or something like that. !
GOTEN2003UK- Heh, ancient history...literally. Yeah, he is dead...but hopefully his little wish will do something and everything will be better. Glad you like it so much.
This one is very short, but very important. Read it carefully, preferably twice....
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Prologue: Reincarnation
"A journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step."Chinese Proverb
"I had always thought that, when I was born and the cards of life were handed out to the players, the cruel hand of Fate dealt me a Royal Flush. Now, I am left holding all the winnings with nothing to buy and nobody with which to share."
Ian Kiel (1986- ), FanFiction Writer and Medical Student
I had always wondered what it meant, exactly. That strange marking, etched perfectly as if in ink on the index finger of my left hand. In the very beginning, before I knew, I had thought it might have been some kind of dynastical bullshit. That it was the mark of my family, the crest of the Threshards, whichever way one wishes to put it. It could have been some kind of marking indicating royal blood or perhaps immortality that ran in my family.
But immortal people just don't die, my father did. Before he was cremated I got one final look at his left-index finger, but as it was like all the thousand times before, an otherwise healthy finger...but no mark. And perhaps a little crispy from burning car fuel, a little morbid but, alas, he did not mean that much to me anyway.
Throughout grade school and junior high I searched every resource I could get my little hands on. My search was in vain, I could find nothing resembling The Symbol. Yes, that is what I shall call it "The Symbol" nice and ominous sounding, but I mustn't digress. I was denied the knowledge of what it was, each and every time. My mother once said it looked vaguely like something from the original Planet of The Apes movie but I never looked much into it. I asked everyone willing to listen what they thought of it, but they would usually make some crack about an insane tattoo. At the time I last cared to ask I was only 12, much to young to get one even if I had wanted it. My age now doesn't really matter, stick around and maybe you will find out why. My parents too, I inquired, they swore that when I was born it was already there. They said that the doctors tried to remove it, but it just kept coming back, so they gave up. At that moment I was thoroughly convinced that they had to be mental hospital escapees. Especially when they mentioned some sort of tail that '...thankfully only grew back twice.' I was fed up, I knew they were lying, they also said something about my having levitated a baby bottle when I was a couple weeks old, but I hadn't really been listening. So, being knowledgeable about the regenerational capabilities of normal human fingertips, I cut it off. But after it healed, the dammed marking was right back where it was originally and that convinced me at last I couldn't get rid of it. But the true meaning still eluded me, I could find nothing in an even remote resemblance and I became convinced I was being lied to somehow.
Then, all at once, my luck seemed to change. It was on a pointless 8th grade field trip to an archeological dig of sorts one day. I stumbled over a piece of rock half buried, and, after having fallen on my face, I got up to get a good look at it.
There it was. The same damn symbol as on my finger!
I could have died. I ran it over to one of the archeologists to ask what it was, but before I could get the words out of my mouth...the stupid thing crumbled to dust in my trembling hands. I asked what it could of been and got a dry response, 'Prolly sum peece of shit from abowt tain millyun yeers agou', as far as I can remember it. Well, I guess it could have been worse, after all that was the day I started hearing voices in my head. But not so fast, it was actually just one voice and just one word. After a few weeks I could start to make it out, but just barely. Kalltorraiya-jin. That was it, just four small syllables. Sounded a bit funny, but somehow I knew the correct spelling.
I knew the voice and The Symbol were somehow linked, but how? And why me? I thought I would never know, why, but now I do. This is the story of how I found out.
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This one was a bit short, but the action will finally start in the next part...which is actually the first chapter. Oh, and about that symbol, if you want a picture of what it looks like, just ask and I will e-mail it to you. Please review, thank you.