1Hello, Sifradel here! This is my first Fushigi Yuugi fanfiction and I'm so excited I hope you readers enjoy this...feel free to leave me feedbacks and suggestions!
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Fushigi Yuugi: The Legend of Golden Ky-Lin
Prologue
Somewhere else, sometime ago...
The Emperor of the Universe lounged in his throne high up in Mount Taikyoku. His four children were away, and only a few Nyan Nyans were bouncing around happily. Speak of the devil, he thought, as a Nyan Nyan came skipping into the throne room. "Leave me alone, Nyan Nyan," Taiitsukun snapped peevishly. "But Taiitsukun," the little goddess whined, "Have you decided, about--" "ARGH! Thank you Nyan Nyan, how could I forget? I wonder what has gotten into me?" He shook his head and hurriedly rose from his seat. Gathering his flowing robes together and grumbling about his forgetfulness, he walked out of the throne room.
The Emperor and Nyan Nyan strode (well, in Nyan Nyan's case, skipped) down a corridor. Taiitsukun has not visited this walkway for ages. While Nyan Nyan chattered endlessly about some matter involving a cod and a monkey, the Emperor fell deep in thought. He wondered if he was doing the correct thing. But I am the Emperor of the Universe, he chided himself. I of course know what I'm doing. Yet, a small doubt lingered in his heart. He sincerely hoped he would not bring any more danger, sorrow, and pain into his world by doing what he was about to do. His brooding came to an abrupt halt when he noticed a set of doors blocking his way.
The chains and locks holding the doors shut slithered away at his command, and Taiitsukun was able to get a better look at the doors. His face held a solemn look as he regarded the beautiful carvings on the panels. They were no ordinary decorations. Rather, they depicted the ever-changing story of the universe. There was the heaven, luminous with stars. He saw himself so many years ago, forging the world with his powerful, sure hands. He remembered the creation and rearing of his four sons, Genbu, Byakko, Seiryuu, and Suzaku, who now served as Beast Gods of the four main countries. And of course, he remembered the dreadful battle with the demon lord Tenkou. Taiitsukun finally shook his head and came out of his reverie, putting his hands to the door. It was time to weave some new spins into the fabric of the universe.
The doors protested with deep, rattling groans as they opened. Taiitsukun entered the chamber, immediately heading towards something placed in the center of the chamber. It was a chest, small and plain, but he knew what terrible force was held within, because he himself had placed countless seals to restrain the contents under his control. Ah, he noticed, the chest was slightly shaking, as if it somehow sensed that he was coming. It was clever. It sensed his intent and waited anxiously, like a dog waiting for its master to throw a stick for him to fetch. With a small smile, he carefully lifted the lid of the container and dipped his hand in. When he felt that he had enough, he slowly pulled his hand back out and sealed the lid again. The chest would stay shut for many more years.
He now turned his attention to what he held in his hands. With his nimble fingers, he prodded, stroked, and molded the glimmering mass in his hands like a potter does to a ball of clay. When he felt satisfied with his work, he started speaking rapidly, weaving a series of spells so powerful, so dangerous, that only he can use them and get away unscathed. He still continued with the spells, raising his hand holding up the glimmering mass. Above Taiitsukun, bright sparks gathered and hovered like fireflies, crackling . Then the Emperor of Heavens, now visibly strained and sweating, rose to his full height and barked a single word. The little form in his hands were swallowed by tendrils of light. Then the chamber was sucked into a sudden darkness and the universe heard a fierce roar.
Sometime later...
Taiitsukun was on his knees. He hurriedly rose, and saw that he was still in the chamber. His face was lightly beaded with sweat, and his robes did not swirl around his frame so gracefully. Creation always took a bit out of him. It wasn't until he walked through the doors and summoned the chains and locks to seal them again did he notice a squirming, squeaking bundle in his arms. With an expression that could almost count as surprise, he gently rocked the bundle, making it coo and giggle this time. Nyan Nyan floated down to examine the bundle, slightly awed. "Taiitsukun, is this...?" A small hand flashed out, transforming into a small paw and then back.
The Emperor of Heavens smiled and shifted his child in his arms. "Yes," He whispered, experiencing the long-forgotten joy of being a parent after so many centuries. He gazed down at an amber eye peeking out from the folds of the swaddling cloth. "Welcome, little one!"