True Love for a Maniac
I can't let her be dead. I have to keep her. She has been a part of my life for so long. I had only just thought about giving her a spiritual life that morning. She would be the strongest spirit of them all. I would give her the power to absorb furyoku…she will be impossible to beat.
This isn't the end…this is only the beginning of my story…
"Shaman Tournament?" I was sat on the bank of a green village. It had been merely three months since I had destroyed my old village. The village woman had realised my intent as I led her away for a…picnic. As I turned to 'fetch something' I can still hear our last words…
FLASHBACK"I suppose it is necessary?"
"Yes. They will destroy me. They have murder in their hearts. It's all I can hear."
"You realise you will be tainted? You cannot kill and still be pure."
"I…understand…"
"Then you will also understand I will not be allowed to help you further? I will have failed in my attempts to aid you."
"It…sounds as if we are parting our ways."
"We are…as a healing woman I must cleanse myself of pain and suffering. That includes leaving those intent with murder."
"Then you should have left a long time ago."
"Yes. But I thought I saw some spark of hope in you."
"You misunderstand me. Those whom you have healed have been planning my downfall since the day I was found in my parents smouldering hut."
"I wish you luck in life youngling."
END FLASHBACK"What is a Shaman Tournament?"
An old man sat smoking his pipe, a merry twinkle in his eye. I liked him. He was kind and friendly. A shaman as I, granted, but was respected well in his village. He paused a while before answering but I didn't care. I was fascinated. He was wise and firm and always had the most interesting tales to tell. "The Shaman Tournament is a tournament we enter in order to shape the world how we would like it. The winner receives great power in the shape of The King Of Spirits who immediately becomes the winners guardian ghost."
At this I bit my lip. "I cannot enter. I refuse to give up the Spirit Of Fire for another. Even if this new one will give me tremendous power."
"Calm down and let me finish youngling." My heart saddened. I hadn't heard that name since I had left… "You do not lose your guardian ghost. The King Of Spirits merely combines with your spirit." He continued, puffing his pipe. "All you do is gain more power to do right…or wrong…depending on your vision of the world. Bring back those you hold dear." He said meaningfully.
I got excited. It sounded almost too good to be true. I could right the murder I had committed and then be reunited with my old teacher. I looked down at the fire. I could be reunited with my love. "When does this start?" I asked holding my breath
"When the King Of Spirits decides. You will see a burning shooting star known as the Destiny Star. It will shoot over the sky." He paused, obviously seeing my delight because he added, "you will be wise to start your training soon. It can happen anytime and you do not get another chance."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"The tournament occurs every five hundred years." Was his answer, which sank my heart.
And so…under his watch I began to train. Harder and harder. Soon I began to teach my teacher. Teach him things he never knew possible. I mastered the four natural elements and began to exceed. I soon found myself wondering…was there a way to control time? And that's when I learnt. While training one day I discovered an old tablet telling tales of a Shaman who once controlled time. It was in an ancient language so I spent many a moon poring over the tablet deciphering it.
Gradually I began to practice my findings. I remember it well. The night was young. I had fallen and failed miserably in my attempts to master time. My body was bruised…broken…abused by my lust for the power. Suddenly the world became bright. Day? No. As I gazed upwards my master came to me. "The Destiny Star has arrived youngling. The time is now" He said. Suddenly I understood the tablet. It's as if the burning destiny star was the candle that lit my mind. I had to kill. It would be my last murder…in order to gain control of time…to do with as I please.
"Master?"
"I knew it would come to this."
"How?"
"The markings on your tablet. I always knew what they meant."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You are doing this for good. I won't live much longer and I would rather die for a worthy cause than lose the dignity of dying from old age."
The second hardest thing I could ever do. I lost two teachers in barely a year. I must be being punished. I have lost five people who meant so much to me. My parents…my one true love…my village healing woman…my first teacher…and now my second teacher who would rather die at his pupils hands than at the hands of time. As I summoned the Spirit Of Fire I closed my eyes. I could hear his mind scream in anguish though through my minds eye I could see him smile as his flesh was incinerated into ashes. Opening my eyes as a rush of wind blew I watched the ashes scatter themselves over the river he had spent the majority of his elderly life next to.
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