Not too short, but there are only about two, or even one, chapter(s) left. I'm not sure if I'll write a sequel, probably not. I know how it will end, and I have been questioned: is Anna really dead, and is this story done? Yes, Anna is dead, and no, there are a few more ideas left before this is finished. Truth be told, this is the best story I think I've ever written. I really appreciate your reviews as well!

The next few months for Yoh were spent fighting, and not just for fun either. No, the cheerful attitude he was known by for most of his life was gone, only to be replaced by undetered rage. The battles did not last long, now that Yoh knew for a fact what he was fighting for, and who he was fighting for. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

As the last fight of the finals drew nearer, Yoh's friends spent more time trying to visit him. But not one of them could find him. He no longer lived at the Flame Inn, and whenever they went to watch one of his battles, he left soon after winning without saying a word to them. They knew that the loss of Anna had been hard, but they never would have expected it to be this hard.

Just days before the finals began, Yoh dissapeared. No one knew where he had gone, but there were rumors that he had returned to Flame Inn, though not entered the house itself. Someone had said they saw him out back, behind the Inn. He was crying and whispering inadible words to something that wasn't even there. But Yoh's friends, once they heard this, knew what he was doing. He was finally going to move on and accept all that had happened. He was finally saying goodbye to Anna.

The final fight of the Shaman Tournament neared and finally came. Yoh stood on one side of the large battle arena, and on the other side stood a large, Egyptian-looking shaman. He looked powerful, though not nearly as strong as Yoh. Yoh knew he was going to win; he had to win, no matter what.

The bell that signaled the beginning of the final match of the Tournament sounded, though there was an easy winner right away. The poor shaman facing Yoh didn't even have a chance to throw one punch, for Yoh used up all of his furyoku in one blast, causing a large explosion. Yoh was the only shaman standing--still living that is-- in the arena. Yoh had won. He was finally the Shaman King.

Yoh's friends were finally able to corner him right after the fight, once he was crowned the Shaman King. They headed him off by the side of the arena, blocking the exit. Rio, Faust, Morty, Tamara, Pirika, Jun, Lyserg, and even the Lily Five were there. They were all happy for him, and most of them were smiling. The only ones that weren't were Pirika and Jun. But, they had every reason not to celebrate. Both of their brothers had been killed not that long ago, and in the same few days, too. No one spoke for a moment, for there was really nothing that any of them could say.

"Congratulations, Master! You finally made your dream come true!" Rio spoke, breaking the silence. Yoh smiled a bit, looking around at each in turn. He wanted to remember this moment, for it might not come ever again. At least not now, not for him as Shaman King. He would see them again soon, just not in this way. His smile quickly vanished, however, and he looked away as he spoke to them all.

"Thank you everyone, but that dream isn't going to last very much longer. Don't worry; I'm sure it'll come around again. But, I have something more important to do now. Bye, everyone." He was doing this for them, and for Horohoro, Ren, and especially for… Anna. Yoh's friends backed away slightly, allowing Yoh to leave if he wanted to, which he did. He did not say another word to any of them, for he knew in his heart this was for the best. He had tried everything, reviewed every option in his head, and this was the only one. He had to do it, even if it cost him his only dream.

Yoh made his way out of the arena and to the Star Sanctuary, ready to finally meet the King of Spirits. He found the sanctuary quite easily, and arrived quickly. He was greeted promptly by the King of Spirits.

The King of Spirits was not a man, nor was he a figure or being. He looked to be a mass of light, created by the very sanctuary that he lived in. Spirits of the dead surrounded him, wrapping him in their light. It truly was beautiful to watch. The King of Spirits had a deep voice, one that seemed to shake the Heavens as he spoke.

"Yoh Asakura. You know, I expect, that when you become Shaman King, you are allowed to shape the world any way you wish it to be? So, what will be your first item to attend to?" Yoh was a little intimidated at first, but he knew what he had to do, and fear would not stop him.

"Thank you, Great King of Spirits, but I would like to ask, if it is alright, could I have just one thing? I would like to request a wish, just one. That's all I will need." Yoh spoke differently than usual, perhaps because he was so serious all of a sudden. The King of Spirits seemed to nod, but because Yoh was not quite sure what gesture he was making, he spoke it as well.

"As you desire. But, why just one wish?" He questioned, wondering why someone who could have anything would require just one thing in life.

"Thank you, but that is all I will be able to make." Yoh replied, nodding his head a little bit as he prepared to make the one wish that could either destroy life, or bring new meaning to it. He smiled a bit before continuing, knowing what must be done.

"I wish…"