So, this was to be expected I suppose, considering how much like a live
anime this movie was.  *shrug*
NOTE:  I made up some names, as I can't remember them from the movie.
They're inconsenquencial anyway.
PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
The 5th Element, the anime fusion.

     In a remote location in the middle of desert, there laid a temple.
Towering up from the arid soil, it stood like a guardian in the
otherwise flat plain of sand.  The origins of the temple were unknown,
as there were no distinguishing markings that could point to any one
society.  The rock it was composed of seemed to old for any
civilization, so the scientists had given up there.  There were only a
few symbols in the structure that were obviously part of the original
construction.  A pictograph, showing various scenes supposedly showing
the events of a great war.  Who made the marking were, of course, the
greatest mystery.  However, after attempts at assertaining this failed,
a certain professor decided to work on the second biggest enigma.  What
the pictures said.
     So, Professor Edwin Scott was busy working on this problem.  He had
a young man with him to draw the pictures for those back home in Great
Britain.  Dr. Scott had allready figured the basis of the language used.
It was as if it were purposefully made simple, for easy comprehention.
As he looked over the big drawing, this frightened him a bit.  However,
more so, it amazed him as well.  He stared at a particularly odd
drawing, a figure surrounded by various elements, when his light cut
out.  Annoyed by this distraction, he yelled at the poor local boy who
was reflecting the sun into the temple.  "Aziz, light!"  He bellowed,
for the twentieth time in two hours.  
     He knew the exact amount of times, since his artist, Robert, marked
his pad with each repeat of the familiar cry.  Needless to say, Rob had
a lot of pages filled with little lines.
     The boy instantly woke up and reaimed the bronze tray he was using
as a mirror.  
     At that moment, the Preist of the temple came in with a waterskin.
It was some obtuse religion that held little truth to the two Catholic
men visiting for historical purposes only.  
     Dr. Scott looked on happily at the new arrival.  He was eager to
share his newest findings with the one person who actually seemed to
know anything of the marking's origins, though he never said so
directly.
     "Ah!  Welcome back.  You would not believe what I've discovered
today!"  Dr. Scott gleefully announced.
     The Preist looked suspiciously at him.  "What would that be, good
doctor?"  
     "Ah!  Yes,"  He turned back to the drawings, pointing to a group of
people being eaten by a snake.  "It seems that some sort of evil, pure
evil, is supposed to come every..."  His fingers flew about the symbols,
working out the length of time in his head, "three hundred years.  Yes."
He continued, drawing his finger around the snake, "The evil will
destroy all in its path, leaving absolutely nothing."  His plump digit
came to rest upon the previous figure, with the odd elements surrounding
it.  "Here there is the key to stopping it.  A person, normal from the
outside, but with an incredible power inside.  It must be activated by
these elements, knowledge, emotion, and whatever this strange tree one
is.  I can't get that one yet.  Anyway, if all this is done, it will
activate a powerfull weapon."  
     "And what, pray tell, would that be?"  The Preist asked with a
worried tone.
     "Uh, yes."  Dr. Scott lifted his finger to four pentagonal shapes
surrounded by odd birds and rays that expanded outward.  "It appears it
appears to be wings of light hawk?  Light Hawk's Wings, perhaps?  Yes,
that would fit.  What do you think?"  He turned to the Preist, who
looked pale as a sheet.  
     Before the Preist could answer, the light cut  again.  Dr. Scott
sighed deeply and turned to the unfortunate Aziz.  What he saw was most
curious.  The boy was wide awake, and trying  figure out what was wrong
with the tray.  Yet, it wasn't the mirror, there was just no light
coming in from outside.  Then, a blinding glare came from the entrance
way.  A squawk from Robert conveyed the fact that it wasn't something
normal that was blocking the light.  
     Both the Preist and Dr. Scott ran to look down the hallway toward
the opening.  There, in the doorway, was a large... treebranch?  That
was the only way either men could try to describe it.  It was definately
wooden, slender, and long.  What was odd, was its size, easily fifteen
feet across, its texture, definately sanded, and finally the fact that
it was suspened from seemingly nowhere in the middle of the desert.  I'm
sure you can imagine the surprise in the room when a young beautiful
woman stepped right out of it, without even opening a door.  She was
very regal in appearance, with dark hair and shockingly purple eyes.
Her garb was very heavy looking and marvelous, but seemed uncumbersom to
the woman entirely.  
     She immediately walked up to the Preist.  "I  am Funaho," She said
with a very magestic and soothing voice, "you have done well in guarding
the device.  However, we must take it home with us for a time.  It shall
be returned to you when the time is right, but we cannot have it falling
into the wrong hands as your world increases its technology."
     The Preist looked about ready to complain, but seemed to loose his
internal conflict, and just nodded.
     Funaho walked passed the gawking Dr. Scott with nary a glance,
proceeding to the wall he had so recently been translating.  She pressed
her hand on the rock.  Millions of tiny multicolored lights flowed from
her palm to encompass the entire area.  The wall split in the middle and
opened to reveal another room beyond.  
     Dr. Scott was instantly fascinated.  "Ah."  He exclaimed, pointing
his finger.  He followed Funaho into the chamber.  He watched her remove
an unusual object from an alter in the center.  It looked organic, and
wooden, like vines wrapping around themselves.  It had a base with three
small empty holes.  If Dr. Scott didn't know better, he would have swore
it was some kind of sword hilt.  Holding onto the device, Funaho walked
serenely back out of the alcove.  She continued on down to the entrance
to the temple.  
     Just as the Preist seemed to gather the guts to speak, she turned
to face them all again.  "The Jurai will be back when the time is right.
Never forget."
     With that, she was gone, leaving two open mouthed men, a sleeping
young boy, and an artist with a most interesting picture.
END
That was the Prologue.  I really didn't know what the heck this would
exactly turn out like when I started writing.  Well, if you like it,
please say so.  Send comments, in other words.  Thank you.
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