Chapter 1: Separations
A murmur of voices filled the small cozy theatre. A tall figure with long blonde hair and his companion walked into the room. The figure had a green jacket with the letters M.C.P.A. on the back; he had a pair of blue jeans that looked a little different than your average day jeans. He looked like he was about twenty five, but his deep green eyes told the true story. His companion had a pair of black jeans that went well with her hair; she also warred a white blouse and had the same expression in her eyes. They finally found seats and they kissed; the woman looked into her husbands eyes and smiled. The room darkened, the murmur ceased and on the screen appeared the movie awaited by all.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave the baby with your friend?" asked the tall figure.
His wife chuckled. "Stop worrying. He'll b fine."
The man looked reassured and smiled at his wife, pulling back his hair to reveal two pointy ears. The theatre was filled with people similar to this pair, with the pointy ears and the long hair. A few viewers were about half a meter (about 1.6 ft.) tall, they too had pointy ears with long thick beards. The tall character tapped his jeans made of special synthetic that could only be made at the earth's core and his sneaker like shoes, which were made of the same synthetic material, only thinner, and sea lion hide. Why, you ask?
Well you might have already figured out that these are of course not human creatures. The tall proud looking ones are elves and the smaller ones are dwarves; you could find a gnome every now and again, but what you really didn't want to run into were orcs. These greedy, stupid, little creatures had been plaguing the earth causing all sorts of mayhem and destruction. These races of magical creatures lived peacefully underground, away from all the evil ways of humans. They all hated pollution and war; this did not mean they had rules. Someone had to keep the stupid little orcs in line; our blonde, tall character is one of these courageous elves. He was Captain Leon Black, of the Magical Creature Protection Association (M.C.P.A). Right now Captain Black was enjoying the movies with his wife Kayri. He was still uneasy about leaving his newborn, little bundle of joy with his wife's crazy friend. You could never really trust a sprite like Yuffie; sprites were another race of magical creatures. They had weak legs, but were the only race of magical creatures that could fly. They had long wings like those of a bat, only green, like their own skin color, and a little bit thicker. His mind was soon distracted by a vibration in his pocket; his wife herd it (elves have magnificent hearing and sight), and rolled her eyes.
Her husband was one of the top M.C.P.A. Agents; he always got called for things like this when life was none the merrier. Her husband looked really disappointed and started walking toward the doors. She really loved Leon, but sometimes she wished he wasn't the top agent and that he had set all the records for just about anything: aim, speed, arrests, you name it. She had met him after he had graduated from the top magic training school underground. A normal M.C.P.A. agent, would spend about fifty years (elves are immortal so they didn't care) training. Thirty five years of studying and exams and fifteen of practical exams and virtual speed missions. Leon had taken another thirty years of training for stuff like, special operation training, weapons knowledge and things your average agent would find out when he got shot by an orc. Leon chose to train his magical abilities as well; elves have a great supply of magic, but few actually use it. Sure anyone could do a little levitation spell on the remote or chips, but few could manipulate it to read minds and control, weak minds and complicated things like that. This came in useful when a rogue gang of trolls managed to get to the surface, and started eating the local livestock.
Captain Black pulled out a small baton from his pants' pocket and activated it by pressing a small button. This was an M.C.P.A. communications baton; it could transmit any kind of image, no matter what it was or where it was transmitted from. It was only used to contact agents on a break, the real communications devices were stashed away at M.C.P.A. headquarters. Leon pressed the button looking depressed; why, why, why, was it always he that got called? The image of General Drake Widow (Danny's character) appeared before the highly trained, special ops. Captain. The general looked stressed, he normally would look very calm and in control.
"Black, get out of their now!"
"What's the matter?"
"There's a bom." a huge explosion erupted from the theatre. Leon was thrown three meters (about nine feet, sorry I'm European) into the air and landed on his back. The explosion knocked the wind out of him; something, probably a rock, had penetrated his skin and his hand was gushing blood. He quickly got up and reached for his gun, which was of course at home. He ran towards the theatre, only one thought on his mind. Getting to his wife. He started digging through the rubble; finally realizing that using magic would b more efficient. He held out his hands and swung them from side to side; tons of rocks and rubble were jumping at the elf's command. He found his wife struggling to keep alive and free herself. He freed her, to find that she was slowly dying; he put his hands on her chest and closed his eyes. White light surrounded the elven woman's body; she drew breath and opened her eyes. She was raised into the air, every small paper cut and scar was now healing; Kayri finally dropped and was caught by her husband.
Suddenly the captain finally realized something. His baby; this was now accident, or terrorist attack. Ever since he had arrested an orc king pin, every lowlife in town was after him. He ran through the streets knocking any one aside that was dumb enough to get in his way. A stupid gnome merchant grabbed his arm and was instantly flattened against a wall thanks to a well placed uppercut from the captain. That idiotic sprite wouldn't last a second against the madman who did this. He finally reached their apartment building; the building was about seventy stories high. The Black family lived on the top floor were the penthouse was. Leon looked to the balcony to see Yuffie being shot down; she had been apparently separated from the baby and was rushing in on the attackers screaming "Give him back!" The front door flew open and three orcs came running out. Leon ran towards them, looking for the one with the baby. He knocked all of them out, but his baby was nowhere to be found; he was desperate he kicked one of them aside nothing, and the other and the other. Nothing! A blast set of behind the unsuspecting father, hitting him right in between the shoulder blades. This knocked him off his feet; twice in one night, not good. The projectile was slowly seizing control of his body, making it number and number by the second. He turned around on his back and looked at the shooter; an orc, holding something wrapped in cloth, the very same cloth Leon himself wrapped the baby in. He reached out grabbing the thin air; the orc gave a high pitched cackle and ran off. Everything went black and the captain was unconscious, he was so shocked, he couldn't capture the one criminal. Inconceivable!
The stupid orc ran cackling with the poor innocent infant in it's disgusting arms. The boss would be so pleased; maybe even make him lieutenant. He reached the shuttle port area. Hundreds of elves, dwarves and gnomes were preparing to visit the outside world. This shuttle system was the latest in magic technology; it ran on nuclear energy so it didn't run out of fuel, and traveled at a speed of mach two. The walls of the tunnels were very robust being hit with all those sound waves all the time. The shuttle it self was behind a glass wall reinforced with magic; the M.C.P.A. had their own private shuttles that traveled three times the speed of the regular ones, but also a lot smaller and more uncomfortable.
Now you will see how stupid these greedy, little creatures really are. The orc was now ducking low, so as not to be seen. This was not some skill acquired or pure experience; orcs always walked low through crowds. It's a habit acquired back in the day were the orcs were constantly shot down by arrows; so in about two hundred years they finally developed this reflex. The orc was fatigued, that little sprite was not such a bad fighter, he thought feeling his chin for bruises. The orc was behind a teenage like dwarf with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Perfect! He could just let the dwarf carry the baby, and he could get it when he regained his strength. He adjusted the baby carefully, so the dwarf didn't feel anything; another reflex they had developed by stealing, throughout the ages. A tall security guard stopped the orc, asking for a ticket. The orc shrugged and looked very confused indeed, why would he need a ticket he wasn't going anywhere. This particular orc was a bit on the smarter side, for his species so he remembered the baby after about ten minutes and tried to run for the dwarf. The shuttle was already departing, the loud noise cracked the walls and in a second it was off. Lucky for the orc he was arrested for trying to run away from the security guards, otherwise he would have been killed by the boss and his kinsmen.
The baby was still asleep in the dwarf's backpack, and the dwarf didn't notice either. In about an hour the passengers were off the shuttle and were getting ready to visit Disney Land Paris. Before they emerged into the human world, the magical creatures passed through numerous booths were their ears would be shrunk and things that stood out would be cloaked. The dwarf's baggage was now being checked, when an alarm went off signaling all creatures that human activity was detected in the area. Immediately a sense of panic ran throughout the crowd, and everyone rushed through. The dwarf finally discovered the baby while he was unpacking, and gave it to a human orphanage, thinking it was from the area. Dwarves' weren't all that bright either.
Back underground Leon finally regained consciousness in a hospital bed in Vianox (named after the other city in my old story). His wife was by his side, sleeping at the moment and he could see that she had cried herself to sleep. He sighed, and looked at his lap hoping that he had just awoken from some big shootout and that his baby was still at home with Yuffie. General Drake and Commander Orias Pyro, they too had the jacket Leon was wearing earlier. They smiled and walked over to him, they looked tired and sad.
"What happened?" asked Leon, hopping for something good.
"Your child had been kidnapped by the orcs." Replied Widow diplomatically.
"Don't worry Leon we'll find him." assured Orias. Leon didn't look, relived at all; he got up and walked over to a closet to look for his clothes. He found them and put them on, looking for a weapon. "Sorry, no weapons allowed. Look, don't worry Captain Wei Pion Yeng (Bruce's Chinese name) is still out there. Sayeed Rasool (sounds cool to begin with) is monitoring every cockroach in the city." Cockroaches were everywhere these days, topside or underground. They usually crawled into someone's luggage and got carried underground where they spread like they did on top of the Earth.
The search continued for the next fourteen years, Leon Black and his friends searched every cook and nanny of every house in Vianox. Leon and Wei rose through the ranks to become commanders and Leon set another record for most orcs apprehended. Of course young Black was nowhere to be found. He was adopted by a rich human family and was now fourteen and living with his human family somewhere in London. It seems his magic would be lost forever if he was not found soon.
A murmur of voices filled the small cozy theatre. A tall figure with long blonde hair and his companion walked into the room. The figure had a green jacket with the letters M.C.P.A. on the back; he had a pair of blue jeans that looked a little different than your average day jeans. He looked like he was about twenty five, but his deep green eyes told the true story. His companion had a pair of black jeans that went well with her hair; she also warred a white blouse and had the same expression in her eyes. They finally found seats and they kissed; the woman looked into her husbands eyes and smiled. The room darkened, the murmur ceased and on the screen appeared the movie awaited by all.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave the baby with your friend?" asked the tall figure.
His wife chuckled. "Stop worrying. He'll b fine."
The man looked reassured and smiled at his wife, pulling back his hair to reveal two pointy ears. The theatre was filled with people similar to this pair, with the pointy ears and the long hair. A few viewers were about half a meter (about 1.6 ft.) tall, they too had pointy ears with long thick beards. The tall character tapped his jeans made of special synthetic that could only be made at the earth's core and his sneaker like shoes, which were made of the same synthetic material, only thinner, and sea lion hide. Why, you ask?
Well you might have already figured out that these are of course not human creatures. The tall proud looking ones are elves and the smaller ones are dwarves; you could find a gnome every now and again, but what you really didn't want to run into were orcs. These greedy, stupid, little creatures had been plaguing the earth causing all sorts of mayhem and destruction. These races of magical creatures lived peacefully underground, away from all the evil ways of humans. They all hated pollution and war; this did not mean they had rules. Someone had to keep the stupid little orcs in line; our blonde, tall character is one of these courageous elves. He was Captain Leon Black, of the Magical Creature Protection Association (M.C.P.A). Right now Captain Black was enjoying the movies with his wife Kayri. He was still uneasy about leaving his newborn, little bundle of joy with his wife's crazy friend. You could never really trust a sprite like Yuffie; sprites were another race of magical creatures. They had weak legs, but were the only race of magical creatures that could fly. They had long wings like those of a bat, only green, like their own skin color, and a little bit thicker. His mind was soon distracted by a vibration in his pocket; his wife herd it (elves have magnificent hearing and sight), and rolled her eyes.
Her husband was one of the top M.C.P.A. Agents; he always got called for things like this when life was none the merrier. Her husband looked really disappointed and started walking toward the doors. She really loved Leon, but sometimes she wished he wasn't the top agent and that he had set all the records for just about anything: aim, speed, arrests, you name it. She had met him after he had graduated from the top magic training school underground. A normal M.C.P.A. agent, would spend about fifty years (elves are immortal so they didn't care) training. Thirty five years of studying and exams and fifteen of practical exams and virtual speed missions. Leon had taken another thirty years of training for stuff like, special operation training, weapons knowledge and things your average agent would find out when he got shot by an orc. Leon chose to train his magical abilities as well; elves have a great supply of magic, but few actually use it. Sure anyone could do a little levitation spell on the remote or chips, but few could manipulate it to read minds and control, weak minds and complicated things like that. This came in useful when a rogue gang of trolls managed to get to the surface, and started eating the local livestock.
Captain Black pulled out a small baton from his pants' pocket and activated it by pressing a small button. This was an M.C.P.A. communications baton; it could transmit any kind of image, no matter what it was or where it was transmitted from. It was only used to contact agents on a break, the real communications devices were stashed away at M.C.P.A. headquarters. Leon pressed the button looking depressed; why, why, why, was it always he that got called? The image of General Drake Widow (Danny's character) appeared before the highly trained, special ops. Captain. The general looked stressed, he normally would look very calm and in control.
"Black, get out of their now!"
"What's the matter?"
"There's a bom." a huge explosion erupted from the theatre. Leon was thrown three meters (about nine feet, sorry I'm European) into the air and landed on his back. The explosion knocked the wind out of him; something, probably a rock, had penetrated his skin and his hand was gushing blood. He quickly got up and reached for his gun, which was of course at home. He ran towards the theatre, only one thought on his mind. Getting to his wife. He started digging through the rubble; finally realizing that using magic would b more efficient. He held out his hands and swung them from side to side; tons of rocks and rubble were jumping at the elf's command. He found his wife struggling to keep alive and free herself. He freed her, to find that she was slowly dying; he put his hands on her chest and closed his eyes. White light surrounded the elven woman's body; she drew breath and opened her eyes. She was raised into the air, every small paper cut and scar was now healing; Kayri finally dropped and was caught by her husband.
Suddenly the captain finally realized something. His baby; this was now accident, or terrorist attack. Ever since he had arrested an orc king pin, every lowlife in town was after him. He ran through the streets knocking any one aside that was dumb enough to get in his way. A stupid gnome merchant grabbed his arm and was instantly flattened against a wall thanks to a well placed uppercut from the captain. That idiotic sprite wouldn't last a second against the madman who did this. He finally reached their apartment building; the building was about seventy stories high. The Black family lived on the top floor were the penthouse was. Leon looked to the balcony to see Yuffie being shot down; she had been apparently separated from the baby and was rushing in on the attackers screaming "Give him back!" The front door flew open and three orcs came running out. Leon ran towards them, looking for the one with the baby. He knocked all of them out, but his baby was nowhere to be found; he was desperate he kicked one of them aside nothing, and the other and the other. Nothing! A blast set of behind the unsuspecting father, hitting him right in between the shoulder blades. This knocked him off his feet; twice in one night, not good. The projectile was slowly seizing control of his body, making it number and number by the second. He turned around on his back and looked at the shooter; an orc, holding something wrapped in cloth, the very same cloth Leon himself wrapped the baby in. He reached out grabbing the thin air; the orc gave a high pitched cackle and ran off. Everything went black and the captain was unconscious, he was so shocked, he couldn't capture the one criminal. Inconceivable!
The stupid orc ran cackling with the poor innocent infant in it's disgusting arms. The boss would be so pleased; maybe even make him lieutenant. He reached the shuttle port area. Hundreds of elves, dwarves and gnomes were preparing to visit the outside world. This shuttle system was the latest in magic technology; it ran on nuclear energy so it didn't run out of fuel, and traveled at a speed of mach two. The walls of the tunnels were very robust being hit with all those sound waves all the time. The shuttle it self was behind a glass wall reinforced with magic; the M.C.P.A. had their own private shuttles that traveled three times the speed of the regular ones, but also a lot smaller and more uncomfortable.
Now you will see how stupid these greedy, little creatures really are. The orc was now ducking low, so as not to be seen. This was not some skill acquired or pure experience; orcs always walked low through crowds. It's a habit acquired back in the day were the orcs were constantly shot down by arrows; so in about two hundred years they finally developed this reflex. The orc was fatigued, that little sprite was not such a bad fighter, he thought feeling his chin for bruises. The orc was behind a teenage like dwarf with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Perfect! He could just let the dwarf carry the baby, and he could get it when he regained his strength. He adjusted the baby carefully, so the dwarf didn't feel anything; another reflex they had developed by stealing, throughout the ages. A tall security guard stopped the orc, asking for a ticket. The orc shrugged and looked very confused indeed, why would he need a ticket he wasn't going anywhere. This particular orc was a bit on the smarter side, for his species so he remembered the baby after about ten minutes and tried to run for the dwarf. The shuttle was already departing, the loud noise cracked the walls and in a second it was off. Lucky for the orc he was arrested for trying to run away from the security guards, otherwise he would have been killed by the boss and his kinsmen.
The baby was still asleep in the dwarf's backpack, and the dwarf didn't notice either. In about an hour the passengers were off the shuttle and were getting ready to visit Disney Land Paris. Before they emerged into the human world, the magical creatures passed through numerous booths were their ears would be shrunk and things that stood out would be cloaked. The dwarf's baggage was now being checked, when an alarm went off signaling all creatures that human activity was detected in the area. Immediately a sense of panic ran throughout the crowd, and everyone rushed through. The dwarf finally discovered the baby while he was unpacking, and gave it to a human orphanage, thinking it was from the area. Dwarves' weren't all that bright either.
Back underground Leon finally regained consciousness in a hospital bed in Vianox (named after the other city in my old story). His wife was by his side, sleeping at the moment and he could see that she had cried herself to sleep. He sighed, and looked at his lap hoping that he had just awoken from some big shootout and that his baby was still at home with Yuffie. General Drake and Commander Orias Pyro, they too had the jacket Leon was wearing earlier. They smiled and walked over to him, they looked tired and sad.
"What happened?" asked Leon, hopping for something good.
"Your child had been kidnapped by the orcs." Replied Widow diplomatically.
"Don't worry Leon we'll find him." assured Orias. Leon didn't look, relived at all; he got up and walked over to a closet to look for his clothes. He found them and put them on, looking for a weapon. "Sorry, no weapons allowed. Look, don't worry Captain Wei Pion Yeng (Bruce's Chinese name) is still out there. Sayeed Rasool (sounds cool to begin with) is monitoring every cockroach in the city." Cockroaches were everywhere these days, topside or underground. They usually crawled into someone's luggage and got carried underground where they spread like they did on top of the Earth.
The search continued for the next fourteen years, Leon Black and his friends searched every cook and nanny of every house in Vianox. Leon and Wei rose through the ranks to become commanders and Leon set another record for most orcs apprehended. Of course young Black was nowhere to be found. He was adopted by a rich human family and was now fourteen and living with his human family somewhere in London. It seems his magic would be lost forever if he was not found soon.