from the beginning and the end

<b> <font color = "# 000080" size = "2"> =[\ _ / The beginning of the end or: Dimicatio Finale \ _ /]= </font> </b> <br />
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<u> <font color = "# 000080"> Chapter 13: 'From the Beginning and the End' and 'A New Beginning of an Epilogue' </u> </font> <br />
(Welcome to the 13th and last part of dAvE, after 6 months I made up my mind to write it after all, after collecting ideas again. Greetings from: Bahamut, Aya, FirebirdDE, moskito, JenJen, Nihao- Kun, waddema, sweet_kayokchen, sweet akane chan, Mark Soul, belezza and everyone from the old Ranma. De crew from back then!) <br />
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"Well ..." she started again. "First of all, my compliments, you should have died miserably long ago under Terrá's influence, the energy behind me ... But what the heck ... <br />
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There is another way ... I could just ... "He turned his still free hand towards the group, which made the red ball jump up behind him.Flashes of red light darted away from her, gathered in his hand, flowed apart again, ran down his entire body. Happosais and Cologne both took a step back in awe. "Definitely angry ..." Happo brought his earlier train of thought to an end. “This energy is deeply evil, even if it's not his.” Cologne only nodded his head, but then left it because it only caused annoying migraines. "Fanatical, obsessed, I think that would fit quite nicely ..." she pressed out between her teeth while Nobuo just smiled down on her. “Yeah, the age is noticeable?” More a joke than a fact that didn't make anyone laugh. "Nice, nice, you feel like a couple of hundred years, I would say older? But don't worry, maybe I'll let you talk to me and at least let you old guys die painlessly, who knows who knows ..." One of them Lightning struck Ranma's feet, tearing a crater in the otherwise solid material.Boulders rattled on the walls down into the depths, at least all those who hadn't hit one of the people. The red light was now more like an insatiable sun, and burned all good feelings to the same extent, pain was the only thing left, while the red became more and more acrid. It seemed to know no boundaries, redder than red. <br />
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His pen slipped from his hand. A twitch like it hadn't been for a long time, a red, not a blue twitch as he was used to, how he loved it when Gajan created a new life again. Ink flooded his last sentences, blood-red ink, like the blood of endless crowds. Red blood dipped its blue writing into a washed, unrecognizable state, no one would ever be able to read this page again. Again, a twitch, an equilibrium threatened to burst, to dissolve into pleasure. And another feeling, one that he had banned for centuries and decided against.Had centuries become millennia? With a wave of his hand his stick rushed towards him, an equally familiar feeling flowed through him as he closed it. His fingers went through the notches, slits made by knives, but magical for decoration and other reasons, not made in battle. All his clothes were flawless, only two places under the cloak, just under the shoulders were completely torn. He remembered, once it was in one of those books, which were piled up in great numbers, neither cataloged nor registered. Once it stood there that he had wings, white, dead white wings. But it returned to his memory, his last actions, from the instinct to which he was here inferior, returned. Free, his mind was free, more importantly, his body was free. In the subconscious he had to act consciously long enough, the balance that tied both to their places was too strong. Familiar, the hilt of the sword felt familiar, that crystal blue sword that once caused scars and worse, and turned away.All ties to this place, this library of his memories were broken. The balance jumped out of the lock, he didn't care, but he did care for a few souls, creatures he had been since twitching in Gajan through his birth, souls he had known from that moment on. They were too close, far too close, where the imbalance would destroy everything that came in his way. His steps led him away from his desk to a huge hole in the floor and ceiling. A blue light pulsed right in the middle. "I'm sorry ..." he said, and turned away. <br />
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"The balance has to be broken, I'm sorry. But a red light can't bring joy, I'd rather destroy it ..." The light continued to shine, blue, as deep as the ocean, so rich in life. But one of them had just escaped his prison ... <br />
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"Nice, nice, then I want to give you the coup de grace, nice, nice ..." A breath of wind filled the room, blew away parts of the red light, finally piled up in the middle and swallowed the lightning."Pah, a gust of wind, can't Gajan think of anything better?" A dirty grin settled on Nobuo's face, even more energy should collect according to his will. "But it is not Gajan who comes ... What comes is not the living death of all red, but the deadly life ... And this time I do not listen to the planets, this time no equation is balanced, even if that means that I am useless will and disappear ... "A voice flitted through the halls, carried along by the wind, which now rose in blazing, alternating blue and red flames. Radiant white wings rose from the fire like a phoenix, burned the eyes, swallowed all other light in the room until even the red was only a spark. A bang filled the air, Ranma and the group were knocked off their feet, Akane freed from Nobuo's arms and blown away. Little by little they all fell victim to the pressure of the explosion, closed their eyes and disappeared unconscious into the light ... <br /><br />
"I don't know exactly what happened back then, as it did once before, 40,000 years ago. A blackout, again I was unable to hold back my feelings. I just managed to direct my last controllable force onto it, all but the two of us we still had a bill to save to Nerima. How do I know they belonged there? Let's call it intuition. When I regained a little control, I cursed it again, even though I didn't smell it. I had decided that Eternal 40,000 year old equation of both of our existence to break. At that time, in open conflict, or better afterwards, I only woke up after about two weeks. The sight that was presented to me has burned itself into my memory to this day, one of the Reasons why his plan failed: body parts, torn bodies of dragons and omicron, hideous stench of corpses, hosts of dead people, sacrifices that should never have been made. I had done that. The war prevented, but at what price?Never again did I want HER or one of her descendants with the hands that wielded the sword, the hands that had even torn apart; I never wanted to do this to her, so I decided against her. Nobuo could never really have attracted me because of her, rather Gajan played for him, I would still be interested, damn equations. His second mistake was the omicron, they have not existed since my painful memory, so how could he incite them? And without the Omicron, Terrá is weak too. He couldn't have won. Why did I intervene in spite of everything? To escape, to be free at last. And now that it's me, I'm sitting here believing he's still out there somewhere. Maybe next time I can face him as an old comrade? Without violence? I would be happy. How do I know Nobuo is still alive? I'm still alive, equations upon equations. In Ranma's mind I found a single quote, from a movie I think that can justify how I could face the equation, even if it was used there in a different context, sure: 'What do you think I am?A human? '<br />
Nobody could design something like that, and yet only one person could knock it over, half am I, even if many people worship me as the one who is called God. I was just trying to get a little life into the booth with Jesus, and all wars started from Nobuo, well, almost all of them. I think he wanted to annoy me with the crusades ... Who knows what else we will do, now that we can operate independently of Gajan and are no longer bound by any rules. Maybe we could create a nerve bolt together, someone who thinks he's a star, I even have a name, Daniel, as a first name, doesn't it sound good? But I deviate. As for Ranma & CO, we will watch over them in return for what they have learned and been through. We leave memories for them, if there is one principle since the imbalance, then it is the will of man to leave. Give advice, yes, take decisions, no ... He has been happily married to Akane for six years now.I sent you a version as a memento and memorial. Almost every evening both Ranma and Akane read to their twins from this book, which humanity never forgets that there are things that they change and that cannot change. You have a version of the book that I am writing the last lines of right now. "<br />
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I put the pen down and look at the work, which is now over 70,000 words long. One of the longest prophecies I've ever written, the first that won't disappear in the book tower, down here in my little home near Gajan, where I can now call the whole world my home. I pick up my pen again. <br />
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"Dedicated <br />
- My dearest Akane de'Lacour, unfortunately died 40,000 years ago, <br />
- Ranma S. and Akane S. who contributed their big part, namely their fate which I have written down here, <br />
- and my dear, enjoyed Nobuo, who is no longer a puppet of the red light (he was under control like me, only Gajan was a little more careless in my respect.But don't ask me why something like this happened 40,000 years ago, that would be too much for me ... Maybe one day I'll write and fathom a prophecy about it, with the help of Nobuo himself.) <br />
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drawn: Exodus Maximus of Thartessos the 2nd, dragon emperor and historian / historian of the former Thartessos of Terrá ... "<br />
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A head peeps over my shoulder and grins at me. He whispers something in my ear, which