Legal Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places or items associated with the Familiar of Zero. The character of Derrik Storm is completely fictional; any relation to person/s is completely coincidental. This story is fan fiction and not meant to be used for profit.
A/N: I would like to thank all of you that decided to read this story of mine. Just to let you all know that I am not the best when it comes to grammar. As I am a big fan of The Sword of Truth, Dresden Files, various movies and the video game Dragon's Dogma. Do not be surprised to see elements of these in this story. I do welcome reviews, constructive criticism, but I will delete flames with extreme prejudice. A point to note that I have tried writing a fan fiction once before for Tenchi Muyo under the pen of DaveyDave but due to technical and personal problems that story was uncompleted. The name of the story is Prophecy Part 1 Remembrance, so if you would like to adopt that story please feel free. I also welcome ideas, but as I have a primary plot line they will be considered, if used I will give a shout out. For all of those who want the characters from The Familiar of Zero to be cannon then this is not the story for you. While Void magic is still in my story it will not be an important plot point till the end of the second arc and featured mostly in the third arc. I am not a big fan of tsundere type characters; so Louise will be a snobby noble but not as big as a tsundere as she is in the manga and anime. I absolutely loved Henrietta, Tabatha, Siesta and Tiffania so they will be the primary love interest of Derrik As mentioned before this will hopefully be a three story arc; I will update this story as often as I am able to. Finally I am currently looking for a beta reader for this story, so if interested please feel free to contact me. So enough of my babbling on with the story.
Key
"Talking"
'Thinking'
SHOUTING/SPELLS/ABILITIES
Ancient texts/Books/Important information.
The Familiar of Zero
Relics of Brimir: Reconquista
W.D. Whitley
Chapter 1
"There are winds of destiny that blow where we least expect them. These winds cannot be denied brining as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore." Nicholas Sparks
Splashing water onto his face, Derrik Storm wiped the excess off with a solitary hand. Once the pond he was using stilled a reflection of himself stared back at him. A twenty year old American, clean shaven facial structure with crew cut sandy brown hair. Born with hetrochomidia eyes, his left one being green as grass, the right being blue as the sea. Derrik got tired of looking at himself; he stretched out to his full height of five foot ten inches tall. Working out kinks in his muscles that resulted from the earlier Aikido kata that he did to stave off the sadness that threatened to consume him. A month prior to him being here, his adoptive parents died in a drunken driving accident. He always knew that he was adopted but he did not care as the Storms were the best parents he knew. The only thing that he knew about his real parents was an odd white and black gemmed pendent left with him at the hospital where he was found that he wore around his neck. Feeling lost after the funeral he went to his Aikido sensei for advice. After thinking a bit his sensei, a middle aged Japanese man, answered in heavily Japanese accented English, "I think Derrik-san that you should get away for a time to remember the good and bad memories."
After thinking over for a time, Derrik decided to go to the homeland of his sensei making it a backpacking trip. After making sure that he packed his clothes and his flute he made the trip. He went to a camping store in Tokyo and got some items; a trail pack, pup tent, dehydrated foods, can goods, first aid kit, glow sticks to conserve money, matches and a survival knife with a removable compass on the tip of the handle with a sizable flint underneath. He also decided to go ahead and buy some disposable razors with unscented shaving gel. After placing his clothes, flute the items he bought into the pack. He stopped at a weapon store and purchased a compound bow with some broad head arrows, a belt quiver and a quarter staff. Derrik placed the staff diagonally across the back of the pack strapped with a piece of twine that the weapon store owner gave him. Shaking off the memories he took a cleansing breath of air, the unmistakable sent of rain assaulted his nose. He looked up and was surprised to see that a storm, that he thought was further away when he started his kata, was almost upon him. He chuckled to himself, 'I am such a dork, I forgot that it was typhoon season here.' he thought.
Scanning his location he saw that a hill approximately thirty yards away had what looked like a hole in the side of it. As lightning and thunder crashed overhead he grabbed his gear, taking care not to hit himself in the head with the staff, he walked rapidly toward the hole. As the rain started to fall Derrik noticed that the hole was actually a cave. Getting one of the glow sticks working a sudden down pour forced him into the cave. The eerie glow of green made the cave look imitating; braving the unknown he walked further into the cave pulling the bow and arrow out, hoping that he would not have to use it. As soon as he had the arrow nocked a sudden flash of bright white light flooded the surrounding area, Derrik felt a tingle throughout his body as he was thrown violently to the floor. Hearing a deafening blast, he felt his head hit the floor reaching to his neck he grasped the pendant as darkness claimed him.