Wow, the Premeds of Gisa. Huge stone structures that are the wonders of the world. Millions
of tourists have come to gaze into the mummified tombs. Anchent preasts that have not seen
the light for thousands of years before they were fianly excvated.

As you walk down the ancient stone corridors, you look over displays of the mummified remains
of King Tut, King Ramsies, Queen Nefertiti, some familiar looking sneaky spy, and King Tuten
Common. Wait just a moment here.

You step back and make a closer examination of a mummy warring a black cloak and spy hat.
The eyes suddenly flicker open and he coughs out a lung full of dust and sand.

"Wow, I know I have been gone a while," he says, "But I am pretty sure I haven't been gone
this long. Or maybe they pulled out my intestines when I left every one wondering weather
Ranma-chan was going to survive her bullet wound, or if Akane could fight a giant grizzly
bear? Or perhaps the fact that Tarry Clearwater has foolishly allowed him self to be picked
up by a bunch of suicidal teenage teeny-bopers, or that a troop of civil war soldiers is
about to fire on the tour bus where the rest of our unsuspecting heroes. That would kind of
piss me off, that's for sure."

You clear your throat and tap your watch.

"Huh? Oh yay. Tee-hee. Where dose the time go," he says, "But it just goes to show that
time itself will not stop me, Code Name D, your trusty and dusty fan fiction smuggler, from
brining you the latest installment of Curse of the Ghost Dance." With that, he hands you an
ancient scroll that reads, Act 14: Thus Strikes the Black Raven.

Just then, a sarcophagus next to Code Name D slowly begins to creek open. Code Name D
recoils, as a hand peeks out of the sarcophagus and pushed open the lid. "Moshi moshi," it
says, this is all it takes to send Code Name D fleeing in terror.

The hand pushes the lid off and you see that it is your friendly neighborhood Japanese
Copyright agent holding a sign that says: Ranma 1/2 is own by Rumiko Takahashi, do not be a
pirate.

A short line of civil war soldiers approached the bus. The officer chose a spot, and raised
his sword high into the air. "Form up!" he ordered.

"Hiya, Shampoo excited . . . See Civil War enactment."

"I know," Ukyou said, "Hey move over, I can't get a good picture with you in the way."

"Ugh! Ukyou! Get your foot out of my face," Ryouga said with a muffled voice.

"Curse you woman! Must you pry your way past my presence?" Kuno said.

"Hiya! Watch where stick boy put sword. Is reserved for husband Ranma," Shampoo said with a
yelp.

"Mention not that heathen infidel's name."

"Load your weapons!"

"Will you move!" Ukyou said, "I am trying to get a picture here."

Bob, Marry Lou, and all three Darenger Brothers looked on in astonishment as they watched all
four Japanese tourists jockey for position.

"You know, there are 20 seats on this side of the bus," Redd said, "You all don't have to try
and fit into just one seat."

"Ready!"

"I suppose they are just extremely social," Dusty said with a wide grin, "Wishing only to
share their adventure with their closets companions. Some times I wish we could be that
close."

"OW!" Ryouga said, "Quite punching me in the stomach, Ukyou."

"Out of the way you meat head," Ukyou said, "Or I will hit you again."

Cash and Redd both looked at their older brother.

"We’re brothers Dusty," Cash said, "we can't get any closer without sharing vital organs."

"Aim!"

"We'll, at least they’re civil about it," Bob said.

"He'ar cum'da Cajun, Yaw! Hoo-ay!"

Suddenly, The Cajun brandished his own camera, and jumped into the fray, adding to the
struggle for the window. Even as the natives looked with a long hard sigh.

"FIRE!!!"

All at once, the rifles of the solders reported together with an ear splitting bang. All
four tourists and one Cajun chef suddenly stopped there struggling in the seat, and looked
out the window.

"Or more accurately, they tried to look out the window. It was mostly shattered and barely
holding together. Lodged in the glass, were a few dozen round lead pellets. A moment later
and the window completely fell to pieces, opening the bus up to the outside.

"What the?" Ukyou said, even as the others looked on silently, in complete confusion.

"Re-load! Ready!" the officer shouted, and his men scrambled to re-arm themselves.

"They're using live ammo!" Cash shouted.

"Hey!" Bob shouted, "What's the big idea, shooting at my bus! OW! What did you hit
me for Marry Lou?"

"Aim!"

"Get us out of here!!"

"Why didn't you say so," Bob said, and he slammed the bus into gear, and it rocketed forward.

"Fire!"

Several more windows shattered, but every one had already taken cover. The soldiers stood
up, and vainly tried to pursue them.

Bob pulled the drivers window open, and poked his head out.

"You just wait! You'll get yours!" he shouted, "I won't forget what you did to my bus!"

The tourists from Japan and every one else then rose up from behind his drivers seat. "We’re
just fine! Thanks for asking!" they all shouted at once.

Suddenly, a large explosion rocked the bus, and tossed every one to the far side. Bob
franticly turned the wheel to keep every thing on the road.

Suddenly, a shadow rushed over the bus from above, as the lines of a World War Two Corsair
dove into the bus's path, and pulled back up into the air.

"What the heck?" Bob side.

"It is as if the world of the dead is rising from their graves to smite us," Kuno announced.

<+++>

"Let go of me!" boy type Tarry shouted, "I am not kidding this time. Touch me there again
and I will remove . . . AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Boy type Tarry unintentionally grabbed on to the two girls that he was sandwiched in between
as the driver accelerated the convertible up past an eighteen-wheeled rig. Passing in a no
passing zone along a blind corner.

The trucker honked his horn in protests; even the huge vehicle was intimidated by the tiny
car's reckless behavior. Eventually, the truck slowed down, and allowed the car to pass.
Just as an oncoming vehicle careened from around the corner. With the squeal of tires, only
the oncoming drivers quick and decisive, evasive action prevented a total wreck.

The little car load of girls finally returned to the right side of the road, but accelerated
even faster.

"Hey Sue. What ever you did, do it again," one of the girls said from the back seat, "It
really turns him on."

Boy type Tarry was as white as a sheet, with his eyes bugging out in sheer and total horror.
That truck, it was the one that passed her up when she was hitchhiking on the road a little
while back. To catch up with it at this speed, the driver must be redlining the engine. If
they don't slow down soon, they would fly right off the road at dead man's turn just up
ahead. Then it struck her, what was going on. She was in grave danger, and had to escape.

"Oh girls," he said, "I have a secret to tell you. But you have to lean in."

The two girls on ether side leaned in closer. Suddenly, Tarry reached up and slammed there
skulls together. The shock threw them back into their seat.

Tarry then grabbed the back of the seat, and flipped himself up and over. He landed on top
of the spare tire that was mounted on top of the rumble seat.

"Stop him!" One of the girls ordered. All the girls began to climb out of the back seat,
after him.

"Not today girls. I am not that easy."

With that, Tarry reached up, and pile-drived his fist into the center mounting of the spare
tire. A single bolt held it in place, which was neatly sheared off by Tarry's strike,
allowing the tire to slide off the truck. One girl managed to grab hold, and was dragged off
the car along with him.

Once the tire hit the rushing torrent of pavement, Tarry leaned away from the acceleration,
ridding the tire like a surfboard, even as sparks from the rim on the road went flying in all
directions. The girl that followed him was pulled from the car, and was also throw away.

A moment later, and the tire, with Tarry still managing to stay on top of it, came to a stop.

Tarry dusted his hands in victory.

"Okay, so they weren't kidding about the hazards of hitchhiking," he said.

"Ahhhh!"

Tarry jumped to the side, just in time to avoid an attack. The girl that was throw from the
car was attacking him with a tire iron. She swung at him again, forcing Tarry to retreat.

"What are you going to do now, huh?" she said as she swung at him again. "Every one knows
that a guy can't hit a girl."

Suddenly, Tarry cold cocked her, knocking her flat on her back, and knocking the tire iron
free from her grip. Tarry then began to pop his knuckles, one by one, even as his female
opponent climbed back to her feet without even so much as a bruise. But if Tarry was
concerned about this girl’s inhuman endurance, he didn't show it.

"I am not a guy," boy type Tarry said.

Just then, he heard he sound of tires squealing behind him. Turning around, he saw the pink
convertible charging strait for him.

"Nuts."

<+++>

Akane stared down the bear at point blank range, and he glared vengefully back at her, blood
seeping into her vision. From the corner of her eye, she could still see girl type Ranma
laying unmoving on the ground, still bleeding from the wound in her head.

The Shaman and the coon skin cap warrior still wrestled violently for control over the knife,
still trapped in his stalemate.

The bear took another swipe at her, but again, she was able to evade its attack, even as it
continued after her. But its attack was clumsy.

Akane charged forward, and kicked it in the kidney. But her attack didn't phase it in the
least. And even if it had, the bear would probably instantly recover. Akane realized that
she was facing a stalemate of her own.

Until she had an idea how to deal with her dilemma.

"Shaman! Lets switch opponents! Duck!"

With that, Akane charged for the dueling pair. The Shaman was just barely able to duck in
time as Akane drove a flying kick into the coon skin capped warrior. Her attack was so
devastating that he was driven into the knee-deep pond.

The Shaman recovered, and confronted the bear that was charging after him.

"Sacred Weapon! Return to my grip!" he said as he held his hand into the air. His mystic
staff then flew into it by it's own accord. The Shaman then spun it around in his grip as is
simultaneously morphed into a large hunting spear. He then planted one end of the spear, and
the other at the advancing bear and it impaled itself onto his spear point with its own
momentum.

It howled in pain, and it tried to dislodge itself from the Shaman's weapon.

Akane resumed her attack against the coon skin capped attacker. He proved to be a tougher
opponent than she anticipated, and his knife came closer to her than she would have liked,
but the odd thing was that as long as she engaged him over the water, she was wearing him
down.

The Shaman caught onto this fact, and managed to leverage the bear into the water. There,
its wound finally became fatal, and it disintegrated into gory ooze that fell into the pond
water.

Akane delivered a roundhouse kick, followed by a devastating punch to her opponents’ head.
He fell over backward and melted into the water.

Akane stood in place for a moment, panting from near exhaustion, and checking to make sure
that her opponent had been truly vanquished. Then she remembered.

"Ranma!"

As quickly as she could managed, she rushed to Ranma-chan's side. She was still unmoving on
the ground, with a large gash in her forehead.

The Shaman was by Ranma's side as well, and began to tend Ranma's wounds. He tore off a
strip of cloth from his tunic, and tied off the gash in his head to stop the bleeding.

"She’s so pale," Akane noted.

"Yes, your friend has lost a lot of blood. She is still alive, for now, but we must act
quickly to preserve it," The Shaman said, "Akane, you must fetch my medicine kit from the
pack on my horse."

"Where?" Akane said, looking up. She then discovered that the Shaman's horse was standing
next to them. Apparently it already sensed the need. Akane quickly went through the
saddlebag, and produced what looked to be a hide rap. It was the only thing he could be
talking about.

She ran it back to him where he unwrapped it, reveling that it wasn't any type of
conventional first aid kid.

The Shaman collected some herbs onto a plate, and began to grind them under a small stone as
he chanted. When this was done, he applied the mixture to Ranma's head wound.

"This will allow us to move her. But she will need a doctor to survive," The Shaman said.

"Where? It must be kilometers to the nearest phone to call for help. Ranma will be dead
before we can call for help."

"Not necessarily so," the Shaman said as he continued to unwrap his medicine kit. And out
popped a black cell phone. "Dr. Tennor, Yes. This is the Shaman. We need your gifts today,
and time is running short. Meet us on old hill road." With that, he closed the phone.
"Come, we will carry her north."

"But the Ranch is in the other direction," Akane said.

"But old hill road is closer to our destination," The Shaman said.

With that, the Shaman held his staff forward, and it morphed into a drag sled, just like the
kind she saw in the old western movies. As the Shaman tied it to the back of the horse,
Akane lifted the unconscious Ranma-chan into the sled.

"Come, we must move quickly," he said again.

"Okay," Akane replied.

<+++>

-KABOOM-

Bob spun the steering wheel of the bus hard to the left, just barely missing the sudden
appearance of a huge pothole to the right, just as the attack aircraft passed overhead once
more.

Bob grumbled to himself, until he poked his head out. "This is between you, and me! Leave
the bus out of this!"

"This is not a good situation," Marry Lou said, "How long can we hope to evade a fighter
plane in a bus?"

"Is worse even," Shampoo said, "Soldiers mount horse, and get closer."

Area began to pop her knuckles, on by one.

"Amazon tired of running. Standing and fight, si."

"Look out," Ukyou said, "He's coming around again."

"THATS IS IT!" Bob suddenly said as he clearly snapped.

"Now, sweetie," Marry Lou said, "let's not do any thing rash. Aggghhhh!"

Without warning, Bob slammed on the brakes, throwing all the passengers to the front of the
bus, where they dog pilled on top of each other under the dashboard. The sudden unannounced
stopping of the bus caused the fighter plane to overshoot.

Bob quickly rushed outside, his battle wrench firmly held in a white knuckle grip. He stood
defiantly in front of the bus.

"This is it. This oil-shed ends here and now!

The fighter turned around, and began another attack. Bullets began to strafe the black top
before him. Bob raised his battle wrench, and the hardened steal stopped the armor pricing
bullets dead cold. The fighter continued to advance.

Every one else piled out of the bus, uncertain of what to do next, but prepared to take any
needed action.

Bob pulled out a Philips screwdriver from his jumpsuit, and held the shaft as some one might
hold the blade of a knife. The fighter continued to advance.

Bob threw the screwdriver at full strength, and it flew to the target that Bob had selected.
It closed in on the propeller, literally moving faster than the eye can track, but screw
driver neatly slipped in between the props, and dove directly into the power coil. Sparkers
flew from the engine block, and the metal shaft of the screwdriver shorted out the power that
was meant for the spark plugs, causing the radial engine to quickly sputter to a violent
halt, belching black smoke as its life seeped away.

With its engine dead, the fighter plane glided over the bus, and crashed into the ground in
spectacular ball of fire as burning fuel spilled in every direction

"Hiya, wrench man fell air plane with one blow," Shampoo said.

"Indeed, this man surely commands the skill and dignity worthy of a Samurai," Kuno said. He
was then rudely cut off by a loud string of profanities, coming from Bob.

Every one turned around to see Bob doing a victory dance against his vanquished foe. A sweat
drop formed on the heads of each of the Japanese tourists.

"What was that you said about dignity?" Ukyou said to Kuno.

"Aye de mi! Here come the union army," Area said.

<+++>

The convertible rushed towards boy type Tarry Clearwater at break neck speed, as the girl
behind him raised her tire iron in another attempt to cave in his skull. Things were about
to get real hairy.

But if any one could handle this situation, it was Tarry Clearwater. He neatly side stepped
and tripped up the attacking female. He then kicked up the spare tire onto its side, and
with careful balance, hopped on top of it.

But now, the girl was scrambling to her feet. But she realized with a scream that it was too
late, and that she was directly in the path of the on coming convertible.

Tarry was just barley able to leap forward, as the car tore the tire our from under him. He
did a neat double flip, staying in the air long enough for the speeding car to pass beneath
him, taking the girl with her as she was plastered along the front bumper.

Tarry neatly landed on his feet with the grace of an Olympic athlete.

Meanwhile, the car sped on until it encountered the 18 wheeled truck barreling from around
the corner. The driver of the car had no choice, but to violently swerve, only to fly off
the road.

With a blaring horn, the tuck continued to race down the highway. Tarry looked over his
shoulder, and saw the danger. Only his reflex was able to let him dive for safety in time.

Now on the side of the road, Tarry could see the car continue to tumble down into the ravine
that ran along side the road. But instead of bursting into flames, it disintegrated into a
rusted up heap. There was no sign of the five girls that were on board. Not that Tarry was
surprised by what he saw.

"The Black Raven," he said, "I though we taught you a lessen last time we met. Apparently,
you’re a slow learner."

At that moment, a rather heavyset truck driver came running up to him, some what out of
breath.

"Are you alright Mr.?" he said.

"Mr.! Who the heck you think you're calling Mr., Mr."

He didn't seem to notice Tarry's protest on his gender. Instead, he was searching for the
car he ran off the road before. The only thing he saw, was a rusted, smashed hulk that
looked as if it had been run off the road 50 years ago.

"What happened to them?" the truck driver said.

"YOU!" Tarry suddenly snapped, "You're the one who left me on the side of the road to rot a
while back."

The truck driver gulped nervously, as he back away from boy-type Tarry.

"Your not going to hurt me or something, are you?"

"I don't have time for that," Tarry said as he grabbed the driver by his collar, and dragged
him back to this truck, "I have to get back to Dirt Hill as fast as I can."

"But I am heading for Dry Gulch," the truck driver protested.

"But this is a mater of life or death. As in yours," Tarry added.

"Oh, that Dirt Hill, yeah, that's right on the way, sort of. I always wanted to go there,"
the driver said.

"I thought you might."

<+++>

Akane walked alone side the horse drawn litter as they carefully plied their way through the
woods. Even though Ranma-chan was unconscious, she could see that the trip was hard on her.
She looked so pale . . .Too pale.

"Shaman! Stop!" Akane cried out. She then checked on Ranma in the litter. "I . . . I can
barely feel a pulse."

The Shaman quickly dismounted, and made an inspection of his own. The grim look on his face
said it all.

"No . . ." Akane heard herself say.

"The matter does indeed look grim. But all is not yet lost. Your friend is week, too week
to be moved further," the Shaman said, "But if he remains here."

"But for how long?" Akane said.

"Long enough for me to bring the doctor to you," he said. He then returned to his saddle
bag, and produced his cell phone and presumably called the doctor once more.

"Hello Doctor. No, her condition has deteriorated. Yes, she still seems to be bleeding. I
do not know, I will ask. Akane, what is the blood type for the two of you?"

"Blood type?" Akane said, "Red I think. What other type can it be?"

The Shaman shook his head then replied into the phone. "She does not know. I agree, she
should not be moved. I will bring you back by horseback then. No, Tarry is not here. She
is headed to Dallas. I understand." With that, he closed the phone, and retrieved his
medicine kit.

"I must be swift to bring the doctor in time. I will leave what you will need with you."

"But I can't just wait here and watch him die," Akane said.

"You will not have much time to wait. Left unattended, I do not foresee Ranma surviving
long. But there is a way to keep Ranma's spirit on this plane, long enough for her to
recover. And it is something that only you can do." The Shaman said.

Akane stood up boldly. "What ever it takes. I will do it," she said.

The Shaman set up a small fire, and began to burn what were clearly some kind of dried
leaves. But smell was powerful, even though most of it was directed by the Shaman's hand
movements into Ranma's face.

"Direct the smoke into Ranma's nostrils, and you must sing,” he said.

"What? Sing?" Akane said, "I don't understand."

"Ranma's spirit is not without senses. If you sing, you may keep him rooted here. But you
must sing with your heart," The Shaman said, "Until I return with the doctor, this will be
Ranma's only hope."

Akane slowly sat down, and looked at Ranma. For some reason, she was hoping for a test to
take or a challenge of some kind. To do battle with some one who jealously guarded the only
cure. Singing was not exactly what she had in mind. It sounded silly, but no less so than
Dr. Tofu's skill.

Akane began to sing.

‘’Itsumo soune shiranfurine, Sobani itemo anata ijiwaru
Konnani kawaii watashiwo, Mushinante yurusenaiwa
Itsumo souyo kiitenaino, Kokoni itemo dokowo miteruno
Kangaeteru furishitetemo kangaetenaino kashira
Sou mukuchi nanone demone sukiyo, Mou mata netafurishite gomakasuno’’

‘’Itsumo souyo kotaenaino, Yasashiikuseni anata ijiwaru
Anoko datte chiisainoni, Watashi yori dokoga iino
Sou semo chigauno demone sukiyo, Nee ichidodakede ii waratteyo’’

‘‘Sou mukuchi nanone demone sukiyo, Nee watashiwo mite zutto sukiyo, Nee ichidode ii egao
misete’’

The Shaman did not hesitate for a moment. He mounted his horse, gave him a kick, and they
thundered off with all possible haste.

<+++>

Tarry fumed in his seat, grumbling incoherently to himself. He was racking his brain to try
and figure out just how the Black Raven survived the beating he got on Shaman Mountain.

"I don't normally offer kidnapers any coffee," the truck driver said, "But it's only the
hospitable thing to do. You know? So do you want some coffee? Nice and hot. Maybe it will
calm you don't so you don't kill me."

Tarry suddenly perked up.

"Did you say, coffee?" he said.

"Sure, in that thermos that's plugged into the cigarette lighter," the driver said.

Tarry eyed the thermos, then snatched it. With a skilled hand, he unscrewed the cup, and
poured himself a tall yet steaming cup of black Java.

He now had to face his ever-present dilemma. To drink it, or use it to undo the curse.
There was nothing in the world she hated more than being a guy. But a good cup of coffee had
no equal, especially after fighting for your life or hitch hiking. Hence the dilemma.

He was just about to make his decision when a white pickup truck in the on coming lane
suddenly swerved into their path, and blocked the road. The driver was barley able to stop
in time. The sudden evasive maneuver ripped the coffee from Tarry's hands and spilled the
entire contents over the dashboard, effectively robbing Tarry of either pleasure.

"Now what?" Tarry said as he fumed.

Suddenly, a blond haired woman stepped out of the truck, and ran over to the passengers side
of the truck.

"Now you see there," the Driver said, "That is what a woman looks like. You don't look any
thing like her."

"Shut up," Tarry Snapped. "Wait just a moment, I know her. Doctor Tennor I think."

"You know her?" the truck driver said, "Uh, you wouldn't mind introducing me, would you?"

"How about I introduce you to my reply. In Braille," boy type Tarry said as he held up his
fist. Just then, Dr. Tennor opened up the passenger side door.

"Tarry, Thank heaven's I was able to find you. I need your blood," Dr. Tennor said.

"What?! My blood?"

"Some girl named Rudy is bleeding to death near here, and no one knows her blood type. But
your O+, I can use your blood for any one," she said.

"It figures, Wah!"

Without warning, Dr. Tennor dragged Tarry from the truck, and closed the door.

The truck driver simply shook his head.

"I wish some pretty gall like that would want my blood."

< + + + >

The Shaman had just reached the roadway, and dismounted. He then patently waited for Dr.
Tennor to arrive. Logic would demand that he beat her here. If not, then she would probably
double back soon. In any case, there was nothing for him to do, but wait.

As fortune would have it, he did not have to wait long. He spotted a beat up white pickup
truck hurtling down the road at a break neck speed. To his surprise and confusion, Tarry was
inside, in her boy form.

Dr. Tennor dismounted her truck, her black bag firmly in her grip. Her eyes told of a
complete focus and sense of purpose.

"Where is she?" Tennor said.

"My horse will take you both there. She knows the way," The Shaman said.

"What about you," Tarry said as he mounted.

"I will follow when I can, but the one known as Ranma must be given care swiftly," he said,
"and she can not carry all three of us."

"All right then," Tarry said as he pulled Dr. Tennor up. He then kicked the horse in the
ribs, and they trotted off into the woods, leaving the Shaman behind.

He watched them disappear into the woods, then suddenly saw a layer of thick fog cross the
road after them. Looking down at his feet, he saw what looked to be thin white flood waters
of fog flow around him, and it was getting thicker.

He knew this omen, and the one who wrought it.

He turned around in time to watch a tidal wave of fog enveloped him. He suddenly found
himself enshrouded on a darkened road, with a haunted woods before and behind him. And he
without his trusted staff.

"Show yourself, dark spirit!" he ordered.

A man shaped shadow complied, walking towards him in a ghost like manner. The patch of black
fog reached the road, and a man known to him as the Black Raven, dressed in black leather,
draped with feathers stepped from the black fog.

"Then it is as I have feared," the Shaman said, "Your evil was not stopped with the battle at
Wrong Way's Mine."

The Black Raven chucked darkly.

"You still do not know my true nature, do you Shaman?" the Black Raven said, "When your own
faith fails you, you turn to the white man's beliefs. Since when have you met with an evil
sprit, Shaman? You of all people, should have sympathy for my vengeance."

"Your vengeance is not just for the white man, but against all people. Your anger is directed
at my people as well. And what have the Japanese done to your kind to deserve this same
sentence?" The Shaman asked.

"You would already know, if you knew my first form," The Black Raven said, "But your
arrogance clouds your vision. You are as blind as the white man, Shaman."

"Why are you here before me?" the Shaman said with spite on his voice, "Are you here simply
to taunt me?"

"Contrary to the white man's faith that you carry within you, man from Shaman mountain, I am
not a malevolent sprit. My vengeance is grounded in justice," the Black Raven said, "I have
come to give you a reprieve. Concede my nature and I will spare the Native Americans of this
land, and the Saotome School of any thing Goes Marshal Arts."

"And sell out the rest of man kind in the process?" The Shaman said.

"The rest of man kind? You have indeed become as the white man, man from Shaman mountain.
Where was their mercy for your kind long ago, when they butchered women and children in the
snow. Where is their mercy now, as your kind wallows in poverty, feeding off their table
scraps? This is your only chance, man from Shaman Mountain, choose your loyalties carefully.
It will mean the difference between the rise of the great Indian nations of the past, and the
total extinction of "man kind.""

With that, there was a slight gust of wind, and the fog vanished, taking the vestige of the
Black Raven with it. But the words remained. The choice that was handed to the Shaman
echoed painfully in his mind with a horrifying clarity. He was given the legacy that was
known as the Curse of the Ghost Dance. The end of the white man, and the return to
dominance, of his own people. And this would only come at the expense of the white man.
White men from all over the planet.

It was just as well he did not bring with him his staff. It would not have protected him
from the temptation of betraying those who he grudgingly called his friends.

--To be continued in Act XV. --

_________Closing Credits________________________________
---A cave man banging together a couple of rocks. ------
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Story by: Douglas E. Kulp
Based on stuff by: Rumiko Takahashi
Edited by: Jimmu
Transportation and lodging by: Code Name D.
No Akane, the fire department is not the cooking police.

__/\/\___________________________________
_(_ )_ Code Name D
\__\/__/ Beware of the spy
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Ranma 1/2: The Curse of the Ghost Dance
Act XIV: Thus Strikes the Black Raven

PS: Jimmu was also the one who found me the lyrics for Akane's song. I decided to add as a
bonus the translation of this song. As I understand it, this piece was sung as a Cherokee
style song at a talent show contest, but I do not know this for sure.

Itsumo soune shiranfurine
(It's always like this. You pretend you don't know.)
Sobani itemo anata ijiwaru
(Even when I'm with you, you're mean to me.)
Konnani kawaii watashiwo
(I'm so cute...)
Mushinante yurusenaiwa
(I won't forgive you for ignoring me.)

Itsumo souyo kiitenaino
(It's always like this. You don't listen to me.)
Kokoni itemo dokowo miteruno
(Even when you're here, I don't know where you're looking.)

Kangaeteru furishitetemo kangaetenaino kashira
(I wonder if you're not thinking at all, even though you look like you are.)

Sou mukuchi nanone demone sukiyo
(See, you're reticent. But I love you.)
Mou mata netafurishite gomakasuno
(See, you avoid me by pretending you're asleep.)

Itsumo souyo kotaenaino
(It's always like this. I can't tell you.)
Yasashiikuseni anata ijiwaru
(You're so nice, but you're mean.)

Anoko datte chiisainoni
(She's also small...)
Watashi yori dokoga iino
(What part of her is better than me?)

Sou semo chigauno demone sukiyo
(See, our heights are different too. But I love you.)
Nee ichidodakede ii waratteyo
(Please, laugh for me, just once.)

Sou mukuchi nanone demone sukiyo
(See, you're reticent. But I love you.)
Nee watashiwo mite zutto sukiyo
(Please, look at me. I'll always love you.)
Nee ichidode ii egao misete
(Please, show me your smile, just once.)

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