I like it. ciao

And yet, it was the battle with Ranma that rocked the very earth beneath them, diverting the flow of the waters so that some flowed into Phoenix Mountain. Their sage, whom you called Wombat, spoke as if this brought some kind of salvation to their people. Perhaps it was heated water, that would provide them with the warmth they to survive? Maybe enough heat to do them until Saffron can complete his transformation in the new waters of their home.

Wherever Ranma goes, there is confusion, conflict, and chaos. He himself is not always the origin of it (indeed, it's just as often his father's fault, or some new weirdo), but he's usually at the center of it anyway, by chance or by choice. Wherever Ranma has been, he has touched the lives of people, and brought change. And when things change, they grow.

Ranma will linger long in the memory of people. The Amazons, Musk, and Phoenix Folk will not soon forget him.

Anyway, yours was a very nice story.

I looooove the last paragraph and the last sentence. Nice.