It's my first posted story! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: For the whole story, I own nothing except for the plot and the stated OCs. Enjoy!
Everything in the world stood still. The 8-year-old girl blinked twice as she tried to register her surroundings.
The lass sucked in a mouthful of breath. The fiery red color glistened with her lush green eyes. Her mind lost the control of her body and the 8-year-old sprinted to the burning bungalow. The fireman reacted and tried to catch her but she was faster. Panic devoured her pure mind and turn the house upside down to find her family but came empty-handed. The young girl ran to her bedroom which by the way was still not on fire.
She salvaged everything in her room and put it on the her backpack. It was a gift from her beloved father. The medium-sized backpack has a special power, it can fit everything inside without certain limitations. When she was five years old, she nicknamed the valuable bag, "The Infinity Bag" and they would laugh and enjoy the good times. A hot tear fall on her cold cheek. She sniffed slightly and walked feebly outside the nostalgic room.
Did you became curious that she wasn't affected by fire? I can answer that. She is a shaman. Shamans have a special power– they can see ghosts and use them in many ways, either good or bad. Her family comes from a prestigious, powerful and secretive clan.
She saw a shadow and ran after it, a smile grew widely across her face and disappeared because it was not she was looking for. Instead, her vision blacken and only saw a glimpse of brown biddy eyes.
3 days after the fire…
She groaned slightly as she open her jade green eyes. The 8-year-old mumbled something incoherently and stared at old white-painted ceiling. Her eyes were wide as saucers. She sat up but a lightning of pain struck her body. Her back was full of bandages and she can faintly smell the odd odor of an ointment.
A panicked nurse tumbled inside and smiled sadly as her designated patient was completely wide awake. The nurse noticed confusion in both her eyes and face. "Good morning!" She said cheerfully. The girl's eyes soften and mumbled a response. "What happened to me?" The curious 8-year-old asked politely. "The ambulance at the fire brought you here. Please do not fret, your injury is a minor one. The firemen found you under a burnt beam. You received second degree burns behind your back but the peculiar thing is your body does not receive any other burns. Very odd actually because it took an hour to extinguish the fire." The nurse informed and scratched her chin as she looked at the ceiling as if the nurse was looking for an answer. The lass only shrugged because if she revealed her secret, she might get into bigger trouble. She suddenly shuddered.
As if of cue, the nurse snapped in reality as a knock echoed in the four corners of the room. The kind nurse opened the door, and the green-eyed girl turned pale. She was indeed in a bigger trouble. It was her father's lawyer, Mr. McIntyre. The old man had always wore a grim expression on his face. He was in his formal uniform, a shiny black suit and silver tie. He is a dear old friend of the girl's father. Most of the time, the lawyer would come to her house and have tea with them. Today, he brought his suitcase and that means it's business.
He straighten his jacket and cleared his raspy throat. He pulled out a slip of paper with a few writings on it. The bringer of justice started to read: Mr._'s last will and testament.
"If my life ended, I want to give the Orange Company and all my properties in the hands of either one of my living children. He or she will do anything either of them want. I want my fellow relatives and friends to ask permission to my children if they want to do something, whether small or not. No other protests." The lawyer looked at the gaped face of the little girl.
The sandy blond-haired girl saw sentiment in the old man's eyes. Can an eight year old handle the biggest company in the world? Can she carry a heavy burden? She only nodded and fell asleep. She did not worry to these trivial things. She can handle anything, as she said with pride.
The very next day, she was released from the hospital. She rang a call to her father's best friend, Amy. She pleaded to her aunt if she can be the vice president and handle everything in the Orange Company. Also to be in her stead in every meeting. The green-eyed girl can clearly imagined the smiling and glistening face of her aunt. Excitement filled in Amy and screamed "YES!". She sighed in relief as the burden lifted from her shoulders.
Little did they know, that their president is setting out on a journey to find the cause of the fire and the murderer of her family and enter the Shaman Fight for fun.
A 8-year-old, long, dark brown-haired shaman was flying in the air with many others as he smirked at the newspaper he was currently holding. He was very intrigued to meet the girl. "PECULIAR INDEED! A 8-YEAR-OLD GIRL SURVIVED IN A FIRE AND BECAME THE NEXT OWNER OF THE BIGGEST COMPANY IN THE WORLD!" The headline stated.
The brown-headed boy much very need to have a financier and a strong shaman to add on his team. Little did this boy know, he met her four days ago on his little excursion in recruiting shamans who want nothing than to annihilate all humans and make a shaman only world.
Dear reader, whether anonymous or not,
As you can see, this is my first story! I really love Shaman King. It a part of my childhood. I can still remember looking at Yoh dreamily in front of the television! Those were the good times and now, I grew older I decided to watch it again and read the manga!
Okay back to the writing business... You noticed that this prologue lack detail and events but I need this story to be hiding a deep dark secret that you're all gonna be shock in the end! Amy and Mr. McIntyre are based off on one of my favorite series, the 39 Clues!
Also, the Orange Company is a bit of an inside joke between my friends. You see when we watch anime, they change the names of the brand. Like for example, in Ouran High school Host Club, Kyouya is using a laptop with a pineapple logo on it so I decided to name mine as the Orange Company. You probably guessed by now that it is the Apple in real life. I'm not a good one with that haha. Anyway...
Do the two R's! Read and review fellas!
Yours truly, Star.
P.S. This is how I write my author's note.