La Vie De La Mort
Disclaimer
I
do NOT own Shaman King. I reeeeeeeeaaaaaally wish I did though. All
hail Hiroyuki Takei! Genius of all artistic geniuses! achem
Anyway...
I donít even use exact parts of his story...
just aspects of it, such as characters and setting.
Enjoy!
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Humans are
unforgiving.
Their very breaths are drawn on the possibility that
another will experience pain... discomfort... sadness.
They kill
each other, starve each other, hate each other... yet still say we
are living free lives.
I am a human.
There are those... I will
never forgive.
The
sun shining down on the cherry blossom trees gave an impression of
beauty to the world that could only be achieved by nature. The kind
of beauty that most people overlook every day. Then again, some of us
notice every detail of every moment.
I walk the same paths every
day... I sit in the same fields, fight in the same streets, and run
through the same forest, yet every day, it is different. New.
My
humanity may be dead, but my appreciation and connection with this
living world cannot be killed. It is my purpose. It is all I serve. I
am one with gaia...
I am a shaman.
Great wrongs have been
done to me and my kind for centuries. We live with humans who tell us
to become civilized... straighten out our lives. Stop telling stories
and face facts.
They know nothing.
It is we who allow them to
stay on this consecrated land they have destroyed. We offer them
life, they serve us with death. We offer them hope and they dash it
upon the ground... and when we offer them protection... they stab us
in the back.
We, who used to be feared... obeyed... looked up
to... we are now considered dirt. The plague. The kind of people who
you keep your children away from because they will bring upon their
own destruction.
So we live.
We live day to day...
week
to week...
month to month...
Year in and year out for the rest
of eternity.
We live under the shadows of the humans.
I will break the chain.
My name is Tao Ren.