Thia : New chapter! woo hoo! okay, so I'll update this when I can. It will be Ren POV in places where it fits. Please R&R ! Thank you arteqefa for my first ever review!

A half hour later, after much scrambling, shouting, and bruises, they had left the house and were heading for the center of the villiage. Pirka had taken the extra measure to walking as far from Ren as possible. He could have cared less. Jun looked at

her brother and could tell immediatly that he was not happy.

They reached the back of the crowd gathered infront of a small platform. Upon the platform stood a short, old Native American, Goldva. He was busy adjusting the microphone stand so that he could speak into it. Assisting him was a young woman of fifteen. Her hair was light orange and done in a bun, but her bangs hung in her face and infront of light green eyes. Her wrists had steel cuffs on them, one had a small chain on it, making it look menacingly like a shackle.She was slender and had a nice shape. She wore a cloak that covered a blouse and a skirt that reached her knees. She stood tall though she may have only been five foot three . She looked like any youth you'd see at a Good Charlotte concert, but had a noble air about her. The pride of her country. A thin sword laid on her hip, gleaming menacingly to anyone who dared look at her too closely. Though skinny, she had small muscles pulsating under her cloak.

The minute Ren saw her he nearly dropped his Kwan Do. His eyes widened. This woman...she had been a child long ago, long ago when they had met. Jun looked at her brother, at how he had stiffened. She followed his gaze and found herself suprised. A girl she never expected to see again was before her.

The other men in the audience had noticed the youth and had begun to mutter among themselves. Goldva, microphone adjusted properly, had tapped it and called for silence. Everyones attention turned to him.

'Good morning to you all and congratulations for making it this far into the Shaman Fight. The remainder of the Shaman fights will take place in three weeks time. During this time, I suggest you enjoy yourselves. You may die for your cause, I advise you to spend this time with your loved ones. On another note, I would like to introduce Ling from Okisha Shrine , Lung Providence, China...'

But at this point, Goldva had lost his audience. Various people had begun catcalling and Horo prodded Ryu. 'Isn't SHE something..?' Ren remaind silent, transfixed. Why, after so long...would she show up like this? One particulary ugly catcaller had begun to shout some rather crude things, causing the other catcallers to stop and listen.

Ling bent down for the microphone and said to Goldva 'I'll pay for this' her voice full of polite aggitation.

With deadly accuracy she threw the microphone at the catcaller, which landed squarely between his eyes mid sentence. He fell backwards and his team mates went to his side, checking to see if he was okay. People looked from Ling to the man.

Ling hopped from the platform, landed with a thud, and moved quickly toward the man who lay sprawled on the ground. People moved aside as she swept past them and she moved gracefully toward the center of the crowd. Yoh and the gang had moved to the front of the crowd now and were watching with hightened interest. Goldva gaped at the scene before him.

Ling bent down for the microphone and tapped it. Seems in order. 'You have all just witnessed a miracle, it appears that this microphone hasn't broken, despite direct collision with this man's head, which is as hard as stone..' she gestured toward the man, who was now sitting up. She spoke clearly, but with a voice soft and gentle voice. The crowd had broken into a fit of giggles. Ren smirked

She continued, her voice serious now, 'My job is to handle any complaints you may have. Now we won't have any complaints will we?' The crowd nodded in unision. 'That'll be all'

She turned around with a swish and walked back to the stage,the crowd dispersed. Goldva had scurried off for lunch and Ling replaced the microphone to its stand. With a soft 'poof' a ghost of female shape wearing a silk robe appeared infront of Ling.

'Lady Ling? Are you alright?' her voice was soft, so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.

'What makes you say that?' Ling replied irritably.

'Well...normally...you would have handled that more...politley?'

'It's the heat...' Ling placed her finger tips to her forhead. 'It's getting to me...'

'It has been a long time Ling' Jun said.

The voice had come so suddenly that Ling had nearly fallen in her hurry to turn around her. Before her stood the Tao decendants and various other strangers. Ling bowed so quickly she nearly got whiplash.

'Lady Jun! Lord Ren...' Ling replied, her head still bent down in a bow. Many years had passed since she had uttered those words.

'You appear in good health'

'Ah yes, the gods seemed to have smiled upon you as well, Lady Jun'

'Please, you can call me Jun, we're not in China'

Ling raised her head and nodded. She glanced around the group now . Jun introduced them to her.

'It is very nice to meet you all' she bowed once more. 'Ah! Have you eaten lunch yet?'

'NO!' Horo said immediatly.

Before Ling could say anything more, Ryu had come upon her , grabbed her hand and bent on one knee. Ling's eyes grew wide and she was fighting the instinct to kick him. His pompadour was right in her face. Ryu began ranting about his love and his devotion and his wanting of her to be his Shaman Queen. He did this every time he met a pretty girl.

Ling removed his hand from hers and backed away a few feet. 'Well then we will eat on my treat' with various cheers, the group followed her into a nearby restaurant.

Thia: Next chapter comming soon!