All right folks...I started writing this, then couldn't continue...now, I'm REPOSTING! I should be able to finish it this time, since I know more exactly where I want the story to go.

Warnings: (apply to all chapters) If you don't like the description of the story but thought you'd read it anyway to see if it was Bad Summary Syndrome, don't complain if you don't like it. And if you don't like that Sun Shang Xiang forgot who she was, leave.

Note: Ling Mei is Sun Shang Xiang. Bwahahaha! Spoiler! (not really)

Disclaimer: I don't own Dynasty Warriors in any way, shape or form. Okay so I own copies of the various games, but let's not get technical here.

Chapter 1: Forgotten

Hello. If I knew who I was, I'd tell you. But for now, I call myself Ling Mei. After I forgot everything, whenever that was, I started keeping a journal. It seems silly in one way, but makes all the more sense in another. From the little remnants of what I remember, I was a fighter, though a woman. That's what makes keeping this journal seem so silly. But then again, maybe if I write it down, someone can help me figure out who I am. That's all I've got for now. I know no body. But I'll pull through...

...Somewhere near Luo Yang...

"Ling! Get back to work! I don't recall giving you a break!" The foreman shouted. Storming up to her, he hit her across the face. "You have such poor work ethic." He sneered.

"Yes, sir." Ling said in a voice with an undertone of hate. She rubbed her face where the foreman had hit her and went back to harvesting the rice. As soon as his back was turned, she made a very rude gesture. 'Damn bastard. When I get out of here...' She raged mentally. Problem was, however, would she ever be leaving this hell? It seemed pretty hopeless, considering she had no rank and no idea who she was.

A while later, after many tedious hours of plucking the fine grains, a rider came straight through the fields, trampling many uncollected plants. Many of the workers shouted at him, but he just turned to them all and shouted, "May the demons eat your flesh, you wretched societal burdens!" He soon reached the foreman, who was busy lecturing Ling Mei for working too slow. "Stop that and get them out of here! The Wu and Shu have begun an attack! Get them to the shelters!"

The foreman glowered at the thought of the workers being saved too. "Come on you ungrateful swine! Follow me!" Turning to Ling, he said, "When this is over, you better hope you have the devil's luck." Following behind some of the other workers, Ling glared at the foreman's back.

'Go back to the Underworld, you beast!' She thought, again making a very rude gesture at his turned back.

...Within the tunnels beneath Luo Yang...

It had been around ten hours since the siege started. At first many of the women had screamed at the sound of the catapults. But now they had gotten used to it. Somehow, the sounds of war all seemed familiar to Ling. She simply sat the whole thing out, alone. After all, who would want to speak someone with no parentage? Who would want to talk to someone who just appeared and took jobs away from the rightful citizens?

The foreman and the rider (Ling guessed by the way he was dressed that he was a member of the city watch) had been called on to fight, as had any able men. In Ling's case, that left her with the gossiping women whom she so despised.

Suddenly, the door to their shelter rattled and a large crash was heard. As the other women backed away, Ling ran to the door and listened to see what was on the other side. Again, the door rattled, this time flying off its hinges and flinging Ling to the ground, one of her feet caught beneath it. She quickly forced the door of her foot and limped back to stand in front of the others as enemy soldiers, easily recognizable by their uniforms, burst in, ready for a fight.

One of them laughed. "Hey, you guys, calm down, it's only a bunch of women! We don't need to fight them. They're useful." Grinning like the Devil's Fool himself, the man advanced to the women, who backed against the wall in fear. "Hey, don't run away, girls. Let's have a little fun!"

"You sick bastard!" Ling yelled from where she leaned against the side wall, standing on her one working foot. She leaned down and picked up a piece of wood from the where the door had fallen and stood, albeit on one foot, willing to fight. What in Heaven's name am I doing? She asked herself, though on the outside she looked totally calm.

"Look at this." The man who spoke before, who also seemed to be the leader, chuckled. "She thinks she can fight us." Speaking to Ling, he said quite seriously, "You better put that so-called weapon down before your face is scarred forever." He threatened.

"Over my dead body!" Ling snapped hot-headedly at him, tightening her grip on the makeshift weapon.

He shrugged. "If that's what you want, it can be easily arranged, wench."

"Come on, pig, do your worst!" He attacked her, but she easily parried his club, forcing him back. The other men, seeing this, glared and advanced to join the fight. Ling turned to the others. "Come on! Do something! You can't rely on others to protect you forever!" During this, the leader struck her upside the head with his club, causing her to lose her balance and fall, head bleeding, to the floor.

"She's right! Don't just stand there!" One of the younger girls picked up an iron bond from the broken door and swung it around, inviting the men to attack. "Bring it on, you big meanies!" She must have been only seven or eight, but she was much braver than the others.

Ling forced herself to her knees, one hand against her head. "She's at least got the right idea! Get them!" She shouted. Pulling her hand away from her head, she found that she was losing blood from her wound rapidly.

"Stubborn bitch!" The leader cursed at Ling. "You're gonna die!" He charged at her.

I'm defenseless. This may as well be the end. But I can at least— Ling's thoughts were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

"Zhang Bao, I knew you lived! But now you die!" The source of the voice was a man, wielding a bow. Ling heard the string twang, but collapsed immediately into darkness.

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