Fates Clash and Journeys Ignite (A BlazBlue Story)

Prologue

I just arrived in Kagutsuchi a couple of days ago. I'm Dr. Ryan Taylor and I got my Doctorate degree after I graduated college. I'm currently 20 and was a stellar student so I graduated early from my classes. I decided it'd be nice to establish a clinic and travel abroad to help others. Litchi Faye Ling, who I met right when I first got here, also has a doctor clinic of her own. She's a very sweet woman, and we instantly clicked when we met eyes. After all of this and when I got back to the inn I was staying at, I was extremely tired and winded from the travel and getting used to the air. So, while I recover for the night, why don't I tell you about my life?

I'm very unique when it comes to fighting. I can wield the elements such as earth, fire, and black holes (similar to portals, they can be used to trap enemies, I can also use them to propel myself forward, and I can control them with what I want them to do), and a shield to protect myself. I'm wielded with a spear (has a barn red 3-D jewel rhombus on top, and a long wooden stick), and dual/two swords.

I was taught by my father for years on how to control each weapon when I was 10. I wouldn't have this element control if it wasn't for my mom. She fought on the sidelines mostly and she taught me with such ease. It was so easy to pick up and control one power at a time and I had a serious amount of it. You'd think a kid like me would let the power overtake you, but it was the complete opposite. I also learned to heal too. It's harder to control because when the power drains, it drains my actual energy. I hope I can get that fixed in the future. All in all, my parents are definitely the reason I got this far when it comes to fighting. I was a threat to bullies who picked on me saying that I wasn't strong enough. Guess again.

Unfortunately, though, this didn't end well for me as a 10-year-old girl. My parents sadly passed away from the Ikaruga War. My mom died from a fever and exhaustion, staying up all night trying to get me to go to sleep all the time. All the gunshots and the screaming of people made me restless as a kid and it freaked me out more. My dad died fighting in the war. He got impaled by some sort of sword or spear and then he was gone, which broke my heart. Later on (not when I was 10), I found out I was adopted by a couple who took care of me during the war as a kid, they weren't my "real" mom and dad. I don't really know who my real parents are to this day but I will find out and not give up.

A boy a little older than me, maybe he was 12 then and I was 10, took me to his house. His parents took care of me but not necessarily adopted me. To this day, I thought of it as a very long sleepover. He was really nice and I wish I could see him again. We got separated also from the war (it was hard to stick together when you're constantly running and dodging gunshots whizzing over your head). So I was left to go to school and be a normal kid. I surprisingly didn't go to school when I was 10, though. I was adopted again and lived with a couple for two years and then they had enough of me. They told me to never come back and scram so I left. I cried for hours on end, losing my "parents" in the war and another couple betraying me left my heart shattered.

To make me feel better and to have a little more protection, I had a small custom knife made for me back then by a blacksmith and paid him $30 or $40 (money that I took from my "parents" after they died. It was in their possession for the record). I kept it when I went to school, but it was against the rules and everyone thought I was a threat so I had to give it to the principal every day before school started. I was about 12 at the time. I didn't feel safe without the knife in my pocket. I try telling teachers about how hard my life was and they honestly didn't care. No sympathy whatsoever. I hated middle school, I wanted it to be over. So many kids poked fun at my "parents" and how popular they were in the news. I was so tempted to set the school on fire, but I was too nice to do that because I would've gotten in trouble. 

I turned 14, and I was finally in high school. It was so much better. More laid back, relaxed, and actually mature people. The teachers were so understanding of the issues I've had. Hell, I got to keep the knife the blacksmith made me! I actually felt safe and unharmed. I guess middle school just sucks that much. I was put with special teachers who taught at a higher level and caught up to the actual high school level, then I skyrocketed ahead of that high school level. It was a rigorous four years but I somehow got through it. I made friends easily and they all commented about how cool the knife was. I've told on the announcements before that I wasn't harmful and that I needed something to defend myself with. Like I've said, my "parents" died and another couple betrayed me so everyone understood and said it was fine to keep the knife if it meant something to you. It absolutely meant everything to me and I still have it currently (20-year-old me). The knife was a barn red color with black and white splashes of paint all over it. I could actually make the knife change color based on what element I was trying to use, so that was pretty cool and I got a ton of comments about it as well. It reminded of my dad the most. I had a weapon of my own and this was the starting one. My weapons improved immensely later on after college when a friend of mine designed them just for me. High school was amazing and I had so much fun. I still keep in touch with some of the friends I've made. I wish them the best in college and I'm really going to miss them. The four years of high school were a breeze. I was already halfway done college (Sophmore) when I was a senior in high school. 

At this point, I'm 18. I graduated from high school with no problems. It doesn't make any sense, I know, but it's true. I guess learning at a faster pace in high school paid off. I took my time by doing the junior year of college as a freshman and doing the senior year of college as a sophomore. I wanted to get into medical school because I really want to help other people. I'm going more for a Family Doctor (kids and adults) and not any type of surgeon. That was a good call from me, I wouldn't be able to save someone's life with my own hands. So I went into medical school at the same time as my junior/senior year college, with me technically being a freshmen/sophomore as I explained before. Let me tell you: medical school was super rough but so fun and fascinating at the same time! I loved learning about everything.  So after medical was over and I finished my classes, I graduated from college and was officially a doctor! I flew here, at 20-years-old, and here I am! 

So that about wraps my life up. I'm feeling a lot better, and I appreciate you listening to my story. Thank you for understanding everything. Oh right! Workers are building my new clinic as we speak! A white quartz, and barn red-colored wood, with hints of black splashes of paint. I'll explain it in further detail tomorrow. As of now, it's a little late so I'm probably going to sleep. I put on my white tank top and black shorts before I settle into bed. Brand new day tomorrow. No new plans, same old same old. Well, see you tomorrow.