In 1839, Great Britain invaded China in what was known as the First Opium War. The Ten Tigers Of Canton - Fu Jow Pai martial artists, fought their first encounter with gun powder. British soldiers swept through China's defenses with slight resistance until the country was fully occupied. Martial artists fled to the Beijing River and built small settlements. The original Fu Jow Pai masters were on the verge of extinction by the river. They hoped to carry on their legacy through those that would come after them. A descendant of the last original martial artist was born in 1876. Will he be vital to China's re-emergence? To stand in the face of oppression? Is a story that is yet to be revealed.

"Hey! Can't you stop for like five minutes? I have so many questions and you keep going on and on." I yelled at him. He turned around and proceeded to come toward me, fuming in anger. I instinctively started taking steps backwards until my back touched the wall. He came towards me and caged me, whispering in anger "Really? And why, pray tell me, should I answer them." ***** Hi! I am Anana and my life story is the most predictable - quite literally. For I am a wight - a soul who lingers at the back of people's minds and watches their 'already known to me life story' unfold. However, things get interesting when something unpredictable happens in 'my' life, when I have to take my own step and even watch it for it can make the difference between 'my' life and death!