Prologue: The Wish That Was Granted

Ranma groaned internally as the pencil flitted over his homework. “I hate my life…” He let the assignment finish itself – it was so simple he barely had to think about it – and rested his head on his other hand with a far off expression.

If father was alive everything would be different. He was a martial artist! Maybe he would’ve trained me too, and I could have fun… not like this. School, school! That’s all I can do, really. Can’t fight, athletics are boring… He didn’t understand completely why his mother refused to let him train, but he hadn’t really wanted to before and it was too late now; he was too caught up in his studies. It was all he had, really. He still kept in shape – there was some instinct that insisted he do that – but he didn’t really do anything that required fitness, unless walking to school and back every day counted.

I wonder what would’ve happened if father hadn’t died… he started to drift off, vision blurring into black nothingness. Half awake and half asleep, be thought he heard a voice. A female voice, cracked with age, a razor’s cynical edge to the simple words she spoke silently.

~Do you really want to know?~

Huh? Of course I do! Life would have been so cool…

~Very well then.~

His head slipped off his hand as he finally made the transition from wakefulness into sleep. However, before he had a chance to relax completely, his entire body shimmered and faded from view.

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~Mordain

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