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mancha_samaBreath of Fire ½
By: Dragon-sama
Ryoga catches up to Ranma a little earlier at Jusenkyou, and both gain a different curse than expected. Now with two new traveling companions, they wander the globe in search of answers, as well as the truth behind the war from long ago. A Ranma ½ x Breath of Fire 3 crossover. No pairings planned.
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A mist-shrouded valley dotted with pools of water lay innocently quiet in the pre-dawn air. The grayness swirled as a cloaked figure leapt to one of the many bamboo poles that jutted from the waters. Moving swiftly from pole to pole, the figure made its way silently across the valley as the sky to the east began to brighten. Finally, the sun rose in a brilliance of golden light, burning away the last tendrils of fog.
As the morning light streamed through the valley, another figure slowly faded into sight, silhouetted by the rising sun. Her golden hair billowed in an unnatural wind and her white robes swirled about, yet the air of the valley remained motionless. Her feet floated just above the tops of the bamboo poles and her hands were clasped to her as if chest in prayer. Her icy gaze fixed upon the cloaked figure that had halted a few feet away, forward progress impeded by the heavenly apparition.
"Always making an entrance, aren't you Myria?" the figure asked caustically, balancing easily on the pole.
"I've finally found the last of you," Myria said, ignoring the jibe.
"Ah yes. You've already slaughtered the others, haven't you?" the figure replied conversationally. "Tell me, did you even give them a chance to fight back? Oh, I forgot. You're too cowardly to even fight your own battles. You sent your little Guardians to fight us instead!" The last was spat out with venom as the cloak was pulled aside and tossed away, revealing a scowling young woman. She wore a simple purple sleeveless shirt, light brown leggings, and black boots. Her long, light blue hair was pulled back in a braid that reached the back of her knees. Sharp blue eyes regarded Myria warily.
"So young, and so full of hate," Myria murmured sadly.
"And whose fault do you think that is?! You've killed my family, my friends, and now you're here for me!" the girl barked angrily. "A goddess without honor. That's what you are!"
"You should accept your fate. The world has no place for such a ruthless race as the Brood," Myria replied, voice sounding almost soothing. "However, I will give you the chance I have given all the others, Konara." The girl's eyes flickered at the use of her name, but the goddess continued, "If you will revoke your power and come with me, you may live peacefully in my garden, isolated from all so you cannot harm my children. If you refuse, I will be forced to kill you."
Konara snorted in disgust.
"Oh yeah, become your little puppy dog you can pat on the head for doing a good job, or die. I think I’ll pick option three: Kick your butt and live my life freely!" she snarled.
"You dragons don't understand your own power! You can't even control it!" Myria retorted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Konara snapped. "I can control my powers just fine, thank you. It's you who can't control your powers! The people are miserable and you don't even care!"
"How can you say that? I try my hardest to protect my people from themselves! If I hadn't created the Outer Sea, the desert would have consumed the world!" Myria cried in anguish.
"And you killed half the world when you did it! Did you even think of the people on the land when you sunk it?! And isn't it strange that at the center of the desert is your ruined city? Coincidence? I think not," Konara ranted, making a slashing gesture with one hand for emphasis.
Myria regarded her in silence for a moment. Then, crossing her arms over her chest, she brought them down one at a time to her sides in a slow, deliberate motion, sinking gently down until she too rested on a bamboo pole.
"It pains me, my child, that you think so of me. I have only done what anyone would have done in my situation," Myria whispered sadly.
"You've stolen people's right to live! You can't control everyone's life, Myria. The people will rise up to rebel against you," Konara warned. "They will find a way to do so no matter how hard you try to suppress them."
"I am merely showing them the way they should live their lives. Left to their own devices, the people would fight amongst themselves, causing wars and suffering. I will not let what happened to my city happen anywhere else. Only I know what is best," Myria said with finality. Her expression changed to one of regret as she continued, "I see there is no reasoning with you, child. It saddens me that I cannot save you, but I must protect my other children from your power. Goodbye, last of the Brood."
A distortion appeared behind the goddess, becoming so black that all the light seemed to be sucked from the surroundings, leaving everything looking gray. Myria herself became too bright to look at, and the light began to expand. Konara put an arm protectively over her eyes as the light washed over her. When it cleared, she lowered her arm to see the monstrosity the goddess had become.
Myria now towered over the valley. The lower half of her body was serpentine, colored with poisonous red and green stripes. Strange, glowing runes traced along her coils in some indecipherable language, spiraling into endless blackness. Her upper body was that of a nude woman with great, wing-like appendages in the place of arms that draped over the top of the massive coils. Her golden hair tumbled in wild curls over gigantic blood red horns, spilling down her torso and back. She was both beautiful, and terrifying. Myria opened eyes of pure white and regarded the unmoving figure far below her.
Konara glared up at the looming deity. "Myria, I don’t care if you are a goddess," she hissed, pulling a knife from her belt. She drew the blade across her palm, scoring a deep gash. "If it’s the last thing I do, I will see you dead. This I swear on the lives of all the Brood you’ve stolen." She clenched her bloodied hand in front of her face, sealing the oath.
Even as the blood ran down Konara’s arm, a desperate cry only she could hear screamed through her mind.
*YOU MUST NOT HATE!*
"Too late," she whispered hoarsely. "I have given my oath, and I will not rest until it is fulfilled."
She tossed the bloodied blade to the side, then called upon her power, the power she alone now possessed.
Lightning crackled through the air around Konara, ruffling her clothes and making her braid whip around. With a yell, she released her power in an explosion of darkness. When the black dome faded, the figure balancing on the pole was different from the angry girl of before. Her clothes had changed to golden shades, as had her hair. Her eyes were now blood red, pupils vertical slits. The most disturbing change, however, was the insane grin adorning her face. With a shriek of wild laughter, she leapt up towards the colossal deity.
Even as the goddess prepared for the first strike, Konara’s form changed again, expanding rapidly. What finally clashed with Myria was an enormous white dragon, wings of shimmering rainbow, almost as large as the goddess’s battle form. With a thunderous roar, the Kaiser dragon attacked.
The battle was titanic. Myria screamed out spells in a haunting, discordant, multi-voiced wail. The Kaiser dragon, now lost to all reason, countered with reckless blasts of magic and fire. The creature that was once Konara drew upon all of her skills, all her rage and grief, focusing it into this final confrontation. Both combatants knew only one of them would leave the battlefield.
The magic from the battle arched uncontrollably away from the small valley. Around the world, people looked up as the sky darkened, sickly streaks of red twisting through the blackness. Some of the wild magic sank into the pools of water surrounding the battlefield, and the water soaked it in, almost eagerly. Some people caught in the uncontrolled magic were twisted into half animal, half human creatures, and would later split into different clans.
The battle raged for hours, until the stronger of the two combatants dealt a fatal blow to the other. Konara, too weak to fight anymore, plummeted towards the ground, reverting back to her human form as her magic reserves faded completely. She hit the water with a splash, and Jusenkyou gleefully accepted its first victim.
In another flash of light, Myria returned to her human shape, and stared mournfully at the churning water.
"You cannot be allowed to live, Konara," she whispered. "The Brood could break the world. My children must never have to fear that. Farewell."
With that, the goddess vanished.
A stillness descended upon the world as it tried to recover from the devastating battle. In the pool, no more bubbles rose. All was silent. Yet there was a presence. Though her body had died, Konara's soul still clung to the spot of her death, victim also of the wild magic. There it would wait until she could fulfill her vow and get the revenge her people deserved.
End Prologue
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Author's Notes: This is the final revision of this story, which I will post here on livejournal first. When I have caught up and got a new chapter written, I will go update the ff.net version. Sadly, with Detective Conan eating my life away (oh wait, that's not sad at all XD), BoF1/2 won't be worked on again for a while. Before I'd started on my DC binge, I had re-written the first five chapters (expanded into six now), and so will post them now. Enjoy, or not, as your fancy takes you.
This is a crossover/fusion of Breath of Fire 3 and Ranma ½. It will star the Ranma characters, and they will go through a lot of what the BoF3 characters did, which is why I'm more inclined to call it a fusion. Considering they "live" in what is basically the BoF3 world with a few minor add-ins/name changes, it's definitely more of a fusion. And while the prologue is basically the same (only so much of it can be revised, after all), I have added in quite a bit into the other chapters, and will continue to make some fairly major changes.
By: Dragon-sama
Ryoga catches up to Ranma a little earlier at Jusenkyou, and both gain a different curse than expected. Now with two new traveling companions, they wander the globe in search of answers, as well as the truth behind the war from long ago. A Ranma ½ x Breath of Fire 3 crossover. No pairings planned.
A mist-shrouded valley dotted with pools of water lay innocently quiet in the pre-dawn air. The grayness swirled as a cloaked figure leapt to one of the many bamboo poles that jutted from the waters. Moving swiftly from pole to pole, the figure made its way silently across the valley as the sky to the east began to brighten. Finally, the sun rose in a brilliance of golden light, burning away the last tendrils of fog.
As the morning light streamed through the valley, another figure slowly faded into sight, silhouetted by the rising sun. Her golden hair billowed in an unnatural wind and her white robes swirled about, yet the air of the valley remained motionless. Her feet floated just above the tops of the bamboo poles and her hands were clasped to her as if chest in prayer. Her icy gaze fixed upon the cloaked figure that had halted a few feet away, forward progress impeded by the heavenly apparition.
"Always making an entrance, aren't you Myria?" the figure asked caustically, balancing easily on the pole.
"I've finally found the last of you," Myria said, ignoring the jibe.
"Ah yes. You've already slaughtered the others, haven't you?" the figure replied conversationally. "Tell me, did you even give them a chance to fight back? Oh, I forgot. You're too cowardly to even fight your own battles. You sent your little Guardians to fight us instead!" The last was spat out with venom as the cloak was pulled aside and tossed away, revealing a scowling young woman. She wore a simple purple sleeveless shirt, light brown leggings, and black boots. Her long, light blue hair was pulled back in a braid that reached the back of her knees. Sharp blue eyes regarded Myria warily.
"So young, and so full of hate," Myria murmured sadly.
"And whose fault do you think that is?! You've killed my family, my friends, and now you're here for me!" the girl barked angrily. "A goddess without honor. That's what you are!"
"You should accept your fate. The world has no place for such a ruthless race as the Brood," Myria replied, voice sounding almost soothing. "However, I will give you the chance I have given all the others, Konara." The girl's eyes flickered at the use of her name, but the goddess continued, "If you will revoke your power and come with me, you may live peacefully in my garden, isolated from all so you cannot harm my children. If you refuse, I will be forced to kill you."
Konara snorted in disgust.
"Oh yeah, become your little puppy dog you can pat on the head for doing a good job, or die. I think I’ll pick option three: Kick your butt and live my life freely!" she snarled.
"You dragons don't understand your own power! You can't even control it!" Myria retorted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Konara snapped. "I can control my powers just fine, thank you. It's you who can't control your powers! The people are miserable and you don't even care!"
"How can you say that? I try my hardest to protect my people from themselves! If I hadn't created the Outer Sea, the desert would have consumed the world!" Myria cried in anguish.
"And you killed half the world when you did it! Did you even think of the people on the land when you sunk it?! And isn't it strange that at the center of the desert is your ruined city? Coincidence? I think not," Konara ranted, making a slashing gesture with one hand for emphasis.
Myria regarded her in silence for a moment. Then, crossing her arms over her chest, she brought them down one at a time to her sides in a slow, deliberate motion, sinking gently down until she too rested on a bamboo pole.
"It pains me, my child, that you think so of me. I have only done what anyone would have done in my situation," Myria whispered sadly.
"You've stolen people's right to live! You can't control everyone's life, Myria. The people will rise up to rebel against you," Konara warned. "They will find a way to do so no matter how hard you try to suppress them."
"I am merely showing them the way they should live their lives. Left to their own devices, the people would fight amongst themselves, causing wars and suffering. I will not let what happened to my city happen anywhere else. Only I know what is best," Myria said with finality. Her expression changed to one of regret as she continued, "I see there is no reasoning with you, child. It saddens me that I cannot save you, but I must protect my other children from your power. Goodbye, last of the Brood."
A distortion appeared behind the goddess, becoming so black that all the light seemed to be sucked from the surroundings, leaving everything looking gray. Myria herself became too bright to look at, and the light began to expand. Konara put an arm protectively over her eyes as the light washed over her. When it cleared, she lowered her arm to see the monstrosity the goddess had become.
Myria now towered over the valley. The lower half of her body was serpentine, colored with poisonous red and green stripes. Strange, glowing runes traced along her coils in some indecipherable language, spiraling into endless blackness. Her upper body was that of a nude woman with great, wing-like appendages in the place of arms that draped over the top of the massive coils. Her golden hair tumbled in wild curls over gigantic blood red horns, spilling down her torso and back. She was both beautiful, and terrifying. Myria opened eyes of pure white and regarded the unmoving figure far below her.
Konara glared up at the looming deity. "Myria, I don’t care if you are a goddess," she hissed, pulling a knife from her belt. She drew the blade across her palm, scoring a deep gash. "If it’s the last thing I do, I will see you dead. This I swear on the lives of all the Brood you’ve stolen." She clenched her bloodied hand in front of her face, sealing the oath.
Even as the blood ran down Konara’s arm, a desperate cry only she could hear screamed through her mind.
*YOU MUST NOT HATE!*
"Too late," she whispered hoarsely. "I have given my oath, and I will not rest until it is fulfilled."
She tossed the bloodied blade to the side, then called upon her power, the power she alone now possessed.
Lightning crackled through the air around Konara, ruffling her clothes and making her braid whip around. With a yell, she released her power in an explosion of darkness. When the black dome faded, the figure balancing on the pole was different from the angry girl of before. Her clothes had changed to golden shades, as had her hair. Her eyes were now blood red, pupils vertical slits. The most disturbing change, however, was the insane grin adorning her face. With a shriek of wild laughter, she leapt up towards the colossal deity.
Even as the goddess prepared for the first strike, Konara’s form changed again, expanding rapidly. What finally clashed with Myria was an enormous white dragon, wings of shimmering rainbow, almost as large as the goddess’s battle form. With a thunderous roar, the Kaiser dragon attacked.
The battle was titanic. Myria screamed out spells in a haunting, discordant, multi-voiced wail. The Kaiser dragon, now lost to all reason, countered with reckless blasts of magic and fire. The creature that was once Konara drew upon all of her skills, all her rage and grief, focusing it into this final confrontation. Both combatants knew only one of them would leave the battlefield.
The magic from the battle arched uncontrollably away from the small valley. Around the world, people looked up as the sky darkened, sickly streaks of red twisting through the blackness. Some of the wild magic sank into the pools of water surrounding the battlefield, and the water soaked it in, almost eagerly. Some people caught in the uncontrolled magic were twisted into half animal, half human creatures, and would later split into different clans.
The battle raged for hours, until the stronger of the two combatants dealt a fatal blow to the other. Konara, too weak to fight anymore, plummeted towards the ground, reverting back to her human form as her magic reserves faded completely. She hit the water with a splash, and Jusenkyou gleefully accepted its first victim.
In another flash of light, Myria returned to her human shape, and stared mournfully at the churning water.
"You cannot be allowed to live, Konara," she whispered. "The Brood could break the world. My children must never have to fear that. Farewell."
With that, the goddess vanished.
A stillness descended upon the world as it tried to recover from the devastating battle. In the pool, no more bubbles rose. All was silent. Yet there was a presence. Though her body had died, Konara's soul still clung to the spot of her death, victim also of the wild magic. There it would wait until she could fulfill her vow and get the revenge her people deserved.
End Prologue
Author's Notes: This is the final revision of this story, which I will post here on livejournal first. When I have caught up and got a new chapter written, I will go update the ff.net version. Sadly, with Detective Conan eating my life away (oh wait, that's not sad at all XD), BoF1/2 won't be worked on again for a while. Before I'd started on my DC binge, I had re-written the first five chapters (expanded into six now), and so will post them now. Enjoy, or not, as your fancy takes you.
This is a crossover/fusion of Breath of Fire 3 and Ranma ½. It will star the Ranma characters, and they will go through a lot of what the BoF3 characters did, which is why I'm more inclined to call it a fusion. Considering they "live" in what is basically the BoF3 world with a few minor add-ins/name changes, it's definitely more of a fusion. And while the prologue is basically the same (only so much of it can be revised, after all), I have added in quite a bit into the other chapters, and will continue to make some fairly major changes.
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Date: 2009-12-24 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-24 07:59 pm (UTC)I can't guarantee for the quality, as my writing style was different, different characters, etc., but I love this story too much to give up on it completely. And I think the revision improved it enough to make it enjoyable. If you like the series, give it a try! (You can always stop reading, after all XD)
It is, admittedly, a bit Sue-ish, which is again a left-over from my writing style at the time. I mean, this thing is almost ten years old now! *stares* Wow...I feel old. *shot* But yes, I've been trying, in my revision, to make the characters a bit more IC, and give them different personalities, rather than the mash-up they were in the original draft.
Thank you for your comment, though♥. *still giggling*