Story Title: A Shaman Theory
Chapter: Chapter 3 Green Destiny
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King
Writer: This is the 3rd chapter as anyone knows. sigh this is the best I could do. Thank you for reading.
1, 2, 3, BEGIN!
"Hao…"
Talking to himself as memories flash back at him while in class, the teacher suddenly appeared before him, "How? Do you mean you can't do it? That very simple question I gave you, you can't answer? Are you sick?"
"Ah?" Lyserg, open mouthed, who suddenly awoke from his day-dream, realized everyone was staring at him, including his anxious friend Aztec and the Teacher.
"Are you okay, Diethel?" The teacher asked again.
"Um...Uh...Yeah." He shook off the bad memories that keep penetrating his concentration on the subject. "Oh, umm…I…am…okay. I'm fine. I ah…just forgot how to answer this…"
The teacher, who knows his lying, bought it and explained her question again, understanding his actions kindly. Later, after school, heading home, Aztec ran up to his friend Lyserg, "Hey, you were close back there. Good thing, teacher did some consideration to your situation or you might've become the laugh of the whole class."
"uh…Yeah."
"Is that it? An uh, Yeah for an answer? Well, fine then, just head home and continue your well earned solitude." He continued half-way back and shouted out cheery, "Just remember friend, it's been 7 years, forget about it!"
Annoyed, Lyserg half-whispered to himself, "Why does he have to shout that?" but ignored the comment and continued home.
He had been taken care of his uncle for quite some time now, and he appreciates it so much. His uncle is a high ranking officer in the military and a specialist; he usually goes to his underground home lab beneath their mansion. Lyserg had never been in the lab even though he was not prohibited to go there; he had a certain eerie feeling near the place, so he decided not to meddle into his uncle's affairs.
He strolled to the stairs to his room when suddenly a heavy knock came from the door. Knowing the other servants were so busy and might not even hear the knock, he decided to help and headed to the door.
As he opened it, a man in a military uniform appeared before him, and saluting, "Ah, you might be the Sir's nephew, I'm pleased to meet you, I'm Bryan" he stretched out a hand.
Lyserg ignored his pleasantries and said, "I'm sorry, if you like to talk to my uncle, he's right down in the basement, come in." Turning his back from the guest and leaving the door open, he was surprised for the military man remained still at the doorway and awaited.
"I'm sorry young Sir; I cannot enter the house without your uncle's permission, military etiquette."
"Hmm?" he gazed at Bryan for a while and began walking away, "I'll tell him you're here." He sighed while staring at the heavy wooden door in front of him that leads directly to the lab, "I guess it's the least I can do now. Military business -- I don't really understand it."
He opened the door and was amazed by the large and elegant library that greeted him in surprise. Huge books and shelves were in place at the vast basement of their house. Shaking off his amazement, he began searching for his uncle around the library. When he reached the center of the room, he saw an enchanted short sword floating mystically upon a magical circle.
Being human that can easily be drawn upon powerful items, he unknowingly neared the weapon. Morphin suddenly stormed in front of him from his pendulum and worryingly blocked his way. He shoved her gently aside and walked straight, then waking up from enchantment he found himself holding the shining weapon in his hand.
"Huh?"
"Eslifheoandae"
"Ah!" Alarmed by his doing, Lyserg tried to toss the weapon away from his hand, but suddenly, the words of enchantment the weapon spoke became runes that engraved upon the weapon and prevented him from throwing it away.
Knowing there's no escape, he gave up and calmly spoke, "Besides from enchantment spells, can you speak English?"
A soft and gentle voice of a female answered him, "Yes of course. I would not have to cast a spell upon you, if not that you would throw me away."
Bewildered, Lyserg asked, "Why are you here at my uncle's lab? What are you?"
"I appreciate your giving up and speaking to me, but I do not have much time left in my soul fusion upon this weapon, if you could allow me to transfer myself to you, I would be happily answering your questions. You uncle never listens, perhaps you understand."
"I don't really understand, but as a dowser who can read your intentions, your intentions are pure and honest. But I have one body and soul to keep, I cannot hand either to you."
"I know. That is why, I will be your second soul, a soul which empowers you and protects you, I will not overcome your true soul nor will I take over you, unless your will looses upon your own soul. I can explain more if you accept my plea, young hero."
"I don't know why I'm saying this, but I want to say…..
Writer: Yes or no? Okay, anyway, I just wrote this for a very short time, so please be considerate if I have errors, but I like critiques who give hurting opinions. Lol However, whether you liked it or not, the choice is yours if you want to review, I don't blame you for whichever you choose. All right, thank you for reading.
