Heyhowyadoin I'm brand spanking<spanking ooo kinky> new to the FFML
This is just the prolog to my first fanfiction
<insert deadpan "yay" here>
anyway the first chapter will be posted right after this, I just thought to
make it in seperate messages all C&C is welcome although i don't think it's
really nessessary for a prolog thats only a few paragraphs long but hey
whatever excites you...
Old man's voice:
Thousands of years ago, a goddess came to earth help mankind. Once
her job was finished she did not leave as she was in love with a mortal man.
A child came of the union and it was decreed by the Master of all things
that he and all his descendents shall be protectors of the heavens, from
earth.
As it was decreed, so it was that the champion of the heavens was
granted power to protect. Long life was granted to them. A sword said to be
forged by the Master himself was given and passed down to each new
generation.
Every generation was successful in stemming the tide of evil upon
earth. The champion never turned down help. The Master watched with interest
as the power was passed to the 12th generation. The world had changed much
since the last champion, requiring a new generation to begin, so the Master
found it intriguing when the 12th passed the power again soon after her 217
year.
The newest champion was believed to be the most powerful of any
that had come before. His power was aided by a powerful <and cute!> being
for uh... services rendered. The next chapter was about to begin...
Old man's voice:
Well thats the story of the champions so far, of course I've seen
the world change so much in the 5,000 years I've lived I don't know what
will happen next...but I believe my grandson can handle things, his mother
and I trained him for this after all, even though he didn't know it at the
time...
Scene changes to show a man sitting up against a golden tree.
"Hmmm this shall be very interesting indeed." thought Kami-sama as
he sat back to watch the events unfold...
Scene starts, showing the earth from space. It zooms down somewhere in the
middle of Asia, to a field overlooking a cliff. A young man is sitting down
leaning up against the side of a sky-blue motorcycle. He watches the sun
begin to rise, as it clears the horizon he looks down at his lap where
there is a piece of paper and an envelope on a writing surface. The camera
zooms in over his shoulder as he begins to write...
Dear Ranma,
fade to black
This has been a Prolog, if this had been an actual chapter then you wouldn't
be done reading yet.
yea I know that my writing might sound a little preachy sometimes but just
get used to it because I like to throw that kinda stuff in now and
then<usualy now>
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