Story Title: A Shaman Theory

Chapter: Chapter 2 A life of sad affairs

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King

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1, 2, 3, BEGIN!

"Scoundrel"

"Murderer!"

"You're one of them!"

"Poor you! You're just another assassin!"

"You are a parasite in our government!"

Ren Tao, frightened at the villagers, ran through the forest, beaten up by the city watch. He was 4 years old and was treated like a terrorist?

"I wish I were never born!"

He ran into a cold cave, far from home, and was so scared on how life would be always different from everyone. People were frightened at the Tao family, because of their history of being legendary assassins. Even it wasn't Ren's fault to be born in that kind of family; no one can change the fact that he is still a Tao.

Starting from when he was born, he had been taught to hate people around him but even he had been born in such a wicked world, he stood strong and believes that people aren't that bad, and maybe there was a reason why things are how they are.

"Why is everything so confusing?" He whispered silently, longing for a kind person to comfort him. He was thinking of her loving sister, picturing her face in his mind, hearing her beautiful and peaceful voice,…but suddenly the image was broken into pieces and the voice of his father roaring at him, "AS THE HEIR OF THE TAO FAMILY YOU SHOULD WIN THE SHAMAN FIGHT AND REIGN AS THE SHAMAN KING!"

As a sudden gust of fiery fire was sent before him, he closed his eyes and clenched his fist. Then out of the dark chasm came out a low and gentle voice saying, "Hey there, don't be sad! If they try to beat you, protect yourself. If they try to kill you, escape! Don't ever think life is unfair!"

He stood up breathless, capable of attacking any form of intruders that would try to harm him. Taking a few steps backward, he felt he had stepped onto something.

"Stop that!"

He looked back, only to see a broken, old, rusted sword lying on the ground. Completely bewildered by the thought of a talking weapon, he trashed out the idea and fancied it was only his imagination.

"Why are you turning your back on me?"

He jolted away and tried to hide, "Who are you? I mean…WHAT IN THE TEIN SHAN ARE YOU!"

"My name is Rockler; I mean that was my name before. You see, I was like you, a human with flesh and bones, but because of them Rockshi shamans I was completely ignored, my powers useless!"

"What do you want from me!"

"Isn't it a bit obvious? I want to be free."

"Free?"

"Yes. Too bad that isn't anymore possible. My only wish now is that to help the world in any way I can," he continued but with a more low and silent voice, "like before"

"What could I get if I free you? And besides, I heard about talking weapons taking control of their users. How could I know you won't do that to me?"

"Well…as a sword you can use me. I'm stuck inside of this broken weapon and this broken life, how could I jump out of here and take control of you?"

"Ummm….How did you get in there in the first place?"

"Look, I'm not in the mood to tell you my life! Stop playing around, and decide if you'll take me or what! I'm powerful, indestructible…and am magically enchanted!

Ren wordlessly stared at the influential weapon that stood before him. The sword seemed to be harmless, waiting to be picked up anytime he decides to.

"Powerful eh…?"

Writer: That was shamefully short! That was the best I could do! And uh-oh sorry for the one who suggested changing the roles of the characters, I tried to think of it with my brother but it really didn't work out. Okay, my job is to write, your job is to read then if you liked the fiction, review.