Scar
		By:  Fragraham Lincon
		       Prolouge			
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	"My friend....my enemy...My brother....My rival..."
A crowd of many different faces looked on.  In the open arena
there stood in the center of a square ring of stone two fighters.

	The crowds cheers were unheard by them.  They stood tense
but motionless.  Silent waiting for the right moment.  

	The warriors were standing at oposite sides of the ring.
One wearing a heavy black atire.  his hair was long and deep brown
hanging down his back in a loosely tied ponytail.  His expression
was that of intensity.  Is eyes though blue as the sea burned like fire.
His aura was that of chaos and power.

	His enemy was his polar opposite.  Semi-short Light brown hair topped
the head of a man in white.  He had an aura of calmness and serinity.
The expression of his youthrull but still masculine face was of intense
concentration and focus.

	The setting:  A tournament.  All the greatest martial artists
of many nations and many styles had gathered here to do combat.
And now there were only two.

	The man in black moved.  He put his hand forward
shouting out "SHOKUKAKEN!"  His hand projected
a ball of force.  A compact shphere of his energy volitile and
ready to explode.  

	The attack aproached hurtled toward the white clad fighter
who's expression changed from calm to serious as he put his fist
forward yelling out as he launched his own attack. "HIKARISENPO!"

	Without any show of light to signal it the attack did its
work.  The shokukaken attack the black fighter launched burst 
midway between the two warriours without harming the white fighter.

	Both paused for a moment.  Their hands were still extended.
Then the black clad warrior collapsed to the ring floor unconcious.

	The white fighter stood silent as his victory was announced
and the crowd cheered his victory.

	"The man known as Master of the Hikari Sen technique
Christian has just defeated the legendary Kage Senin Malus.
And there he goes ladies and gentlemen not even stopping to 
take a bow."  The announcer called out as the white clad man
identified as Christian made his leave.

	A few hours passed.  The black clad Malus had recovered from the fight.
He reached to his chest which still ached from Christian's Hikarisenpo
attack.  Christian sat beside Malus consoling his both oponent and friend.

	"Christian what was that move you used?  I thought I knew all
of your attacks and you all of mine."  Malus said holding his
aching ribs.  "Hikarisenpo is new.  I didn't want to use it
but you always told me never to hold back.  So I pushed for the victory
with my strongest attack."  Christian replied.  "Tell me how you did
it.  I want to see if I can do it as well."  "I don't think I can.
It's impossible to explain it.  Your energy couldn't do it anyway."

	Malus stared at Christian.  "For every light a shadow is cast.
And for ever move in the Kage Sen the Hikari Sen has its mirror.
You're telling me you have an ultimate technique trancending that."

	"I supose I am.  But I'm sure you'll develope more moves."
Christian said.  "But never a counter for it. That's what you're saying.
I taught you Punches and kicks before I created the Kagesen.  These
two techniques seemed destined to mirror each other.  But that move
of yours.  There is no counter.  THis is where our path diverge."
Malus said as he stood up.

	"Wait Malus what are you saying?" Christian said as
Malus turned toward the exit.  "I'm saying that the Hikarisenpo attack
you used cut our spirits apart and left me with a scar that will never
heal.  And so long as I bear this scar I will look to it and know
that I am incomplete.  I will search for that power to fill the void.
I'm going to train Christian.  Untill one day I'm stronger than any man
in the world!"  

	"Malus you can't devote all of your life to becoming stronger.
strength without purpose is...."  Christan began.  "Chaos christian.  
exactly what Kagesen feeds on.  Chaos.  Strength will feed on strength and
become stronger and stronger...Untill the day this scar heals.  Farewell
my friend."

	Malus began to run.  Christian persued him but found Malus had
lost him through the first doorway.

	"Malus....."  Christian said.  

	"Mr. Christian they're ready for the award ceramony."
Said an official whom was waiting in the room upon Christian's
return.

	"I don't much care for trophies or prize money.  People
who fight for such things are destined to lose.  I'm leaving."
Christian said walking  away.  "But we can't have a tournament without
a champion."  The official said beginning to panic.

	"It's pathetic that you people need another person to look up to.
If you worship an idol you'll never become any greater.  Tell them
to look to heaven for their champion."  Christian said.

	Christan walked toward the parking lot of the stadium where
the official had followed him.  "But we need someone to take the title and
the prize money."  Christian didn't stop as he passed through the rows of cars
without stopping at any one and began walking down the road with the winded
official still chasing him.  "For all I care you can cancell the tournament
for next year.  The true strongest man isn't coming back so it's all
trivial."

	The official ran out of breath as Christian continued walking 
toward the horizon.

	The sun set as Christian dissapeared into its final crimson
lights.  In the starlight not far from the stadium stood Malus.
"Christian this is where we part ways.  You're attack has seperated
our spirits.  Untill I can best you this scar will never heal."