Raye Johnson wrote:
2) A spoiler for RG Veda canon.
3) An alternate universe. A VERY alternate universe.
Considering I've only seen four licensed episodes, this isn't going to be a
problem. ^_^
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4) The first chapter in a long fic.
An RG Veda epic? Interesting. We'll see how many more chapter you actually
get to, though. I can't recall any fics for RG Veda before, and I confess
that's one of the reasons I'm looking this one over more intently than
usual.
of Hinoto-hime the Dreaming Princess, the
Buddhist priests of Mt Koya and the Sumeragi Clan, she realized
that others could do as she was doing. But her eyes didn't see a
world she recognised, and so she did not worry about telling
anyone.
makes sense.
When her family were
was
Hanako never told anyone about her gift. It was her secret,
and her undoing, or salvation. It's been recorded in the
histories as both, and it can certainly be construed as either.
Her ability was also the beginning of her destiny. No history
disputes that.
Interesting way to set things up.
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The war against Tentai was moving swiftly to a close.
Ashura-Oh looked at the strategy-board again. Quickly and
Quickly, and (I think)
yet not quickly enough. He moved a few pieces and nodded; if he
implemented that strategy, victory would be assured and Tentai's
forces would win.
Yes, Ashura-Oh thought. Giving the Tentai's forces atomic weaponry would
assure them of quick victory. And lots of radiation too, but definitely
quick victory.
Part of him regretted the affair, a part of him Ashura-Oh
quashed into submission every time he was alone and
alone, and
Tentai's head strategist felt a pang of regret. To be
desired for *himself*, not as a pretty toy to be intimidated and
bent to pliancy, not as a source of power and favour, and not as
a challenge to be fought and overcome. How romantic. How sweet.
How very foolish. He really ought not to indulge his prot�g�'s
be careful about this. My mailer changed the accents to comma's and deleted
the letters
weakness.
/But it *is* the repayment he asked for./
Ashura-Oh turned back to the board, and plotting
plotted
to the brats the two men in her bed had planted in her belly. And
(for Shasti was brutally honest with herself, even as she lied to
the world) she didn't even want the children.
Heh. He was right about her self-centeredness
Hanako would never know why she chose to watch the fire that day.
Kujaku would eventually guess a little, but the truth of the
universe was not to be revealed to either of them.
It had just been pure coincedence.
For the truth of the matter, no matter how the gods of any
plane would like their worshippers to believe otherwise, is that
three entities govern every and all things.
And their names were Moe, Larry and Curly.
Luck can be taken advantage of, and quite likes it when it
is. Destiny can be thwarted, and has a tendency to be rather
vindictive to its opponents. Fate alone is implacable, but it's
also rather flexible, so long as it's allowed the final word. For
who is to say what is someone's fate, but Fate itself?
Interesting division. A short way to describe them, but effective.
She saw an infant wrapped in a treetrunk, it's
its
father
murdered. A swordsman who lost all he loved, guarding the infant.
A woman sent to be a messenger and guardian, beloved by one who
had chosen the path of strength above all. A boy-warrior, full of
life's fire, able to command water's dragons. A wise woman,
having lost all she held dear, holding on to see justice done.
And all eventually in flames, the world destroyed.
Pretty accurate description of the group, if I recall correctly.
Hanako didn't understand the
drop 'the'
But she did understand one thing. It was all started by the
baby being imprisoned.
She was wrong, but it was what she saw at the time.
I like that was well.
"Of course, Hanako," she replied, swinging round in her
chair. "What's the prob..."
Hanako was standing in the doorway, her small arms full of
very young, very alive... baby. "I found her. Can I keep her?"
Heh. I think that should throw even Shinobu
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Ashura-Oh was sitting calmly, waiting for news on the birth of
the child. He was not nervous, nor pacing, but he was rearranging
the tokens on his strategy-board.
Someone is going to be majorly unhappy.
Interesting set up. Pretty much a prologue for future events. No name for
the fic comes to mind yet, but I'll let you know if I come up with one.
D.B. Sommer