Negima Fanfic Prologue 1

Full OC (no Negima characters)

AU (Well, it's actually going to be based in England)

Prologue 1: The Countess and the Lord

Long ago...

The wind blew dust through the canyon, whistling through the fissure-like gap. In the distance, two figures faced each other, one on each side of the golden, dry cliffs.

On the one side, a woman with lush, long, blonde hair that flowed in the wind, like her sky blue gown was. She was crying, her slitted, sapphire eyes glistened as her head tilted downwards. Her arms were hidden behind her beautiful, pearl-white, feathered wings. Facing her was a thin faced, grinning man on the other side of the three metre gap. His eyes were as scarlet as blood, his brown mop like hair blew in front of them occasionally. He had a chestnut brown goatee beard and a short moustache that surrounded is malevolent grin. His hooded long-coat, which was buttoned from the waist up, was also hit by the wind, the tail of coat flapped violently in it. Dark grey, bat-like wings, protruded from his back, barely absorbing the wind's impact.

"My children have easily taken the lead in this war. My family has dominated your sons, and your daughters are barley resisting! Power shall belong to me and all of my children! - You might as well give up!" the Lord laughed towards the Countess.

The Countess looked up at him, her face was unpleasantly narrowed, "Our Children shall create true peace! I warn you, foul fiend, that you shall not, succeed!" she scowled, her voice was hoarse.

"Ha! You make big talks with such a brave face, yet you lack to see the fact that you have been defeated, just accept it," the Lord hawked with glee.

The Countess repetitively scowled, "Fool! I know it! Our children shall achieve the true peace that everyone on earth has been seeking since the beginning of existence."

"Ha, your children shall not achieve peace since they won't exist for much longer! You must be suffering from madness- your family is being annihilated after al-" the Lord preached humorously, before his speech was cut by the Countess, her voice had turned shrill.

"SHUT THE F*** UP AND LISTEN WILL YOU!" the Lord stared at her; his glee had turned into vague curiosity as his smile vanished and one of his brown eyebrows started to lift, his eyes became as wide as tennis balls, "OUR CHILDREN, NEITHER MINE AND NEITHER YOURS!" the Countess continued, her voice still as shrill as before.

"How!… I had never touched you anywhere near your womb's entrance during our courtship times…"the Lord panicked, but the Countess just simply shook her head. The Lord then realized where she was going with this, "so that is how it shall come into play…, then this is what it shall take to ensure my family's control over these worlds…, it is decided!" he pointed across the steep gap towards the Countess, "I shall write a family heirloom that shall ensure that my wishes are achieved."

Without haste, the Countess turned around to leave; her wings positioned themselves backward after having covered the front of her top torso, her head turned around to look at the Lord for the last time, showing the side of her face. Her slitted eyes truly gleamed like sapphires, a tear streak still glistening on her cheek, "I shall retaliate with nearly the same method!" and with that, she kicked off into the air. The Lord watched her disappear into the sky as she flapped her wings with an air of beauty; a pearl white feather floated down gracefully, down into the fissure and down again, until the darkness consumed it.

Prologue 2: A Sister's Promise

On 17th Jantuary 1995, 16:04 o'clock

The room was dark, light shone from the skylight on to two girls who were sitting on a bed, holding each other tight. The older of the two had short orange hair, which glowed in the sun's ray; her eyes were closed. She wore black robes over her white shirt, which had a blue bow around the collar. She was also wearing a grey skirt, white, knee length socks and black, formal loafers. Her cheek lay on top of the head (of which shoulder length, brown hair covered it) of a little girl who was wearing black, buckle shoes, woollen tights, and a scholastic skirt and a yellow jumper. She was crying (with her eyes shut tight) into one of the bosoms of the older girl, who was stroking her arm, comforting the sobbing child.

"There now, please don't cry Jess," the older girl pleaded, her red slitted eyes opened to look at Jess. "Look, its okay, I can still get a job. That's why I studied at college along side it… I can still support us both," the older girl said gentally and calmly.

Jess scrunched her face up before blurting out her words, "Why? Amy, why can't you continue your studies in magic? Why?"

"Because that's the law, Jess… I have turned twenty-one today… you know that I am not allowed to graduate anymore!" Amy responded; her voice was weak, her red slitted eyes started to water a little.

"It's not fair, it's not fair! It was your dream! How can they just do that!" Jess moaned frantically.

Amy responded, trying to keep her feelings in, "Because… life isn't fair Jess. That's just the way things are," Amy was now looking at Jess, who was starting to rub her eyes on her yellow sleeves after breaking from Amy's hug. Jess faced Amy with her eyes closed, showing her narrowed and serious face.

"Then it's decided!" Jess said, her voice now calmer than before, "I shall achieve your dream for you!" she continued as she opened her beautiful, lavender/ purple eyes, "I shall become a great Magistra Magi! I'll do it for you...! ...And that is my promise to you as your sister!" Jess tilted her head upwards, she was now looking up at the sky light watching the clouds drift through the orange sky, "I can't let that irony become a reality!"

Note: magistra = Fem for magister

Tuesday 7th July 2009 (note: this is the date in the story not when I wrote this chapter)

Today was like any other day in Birmingham. Just as I walked past them, July's sun hit the buildings. The Selfridge's silver, mosaic building reflected golden light in multiple directions. As I strolled along the street, I noticed someone familiar, a girl that I remember from years before…

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After catching a glimpse of someone watching her across the other side of Moor Street Road, Jess looked towards the gazing, young man curiously as she walked. To ignore the cream-brown and gelled up haired 'creep', she simply looked straight on ahead- bam! Jess's face had planted into a tree; her arms were comically poised in front of her, past the tree. On the other side of the road, the cream-brown haired man sweat dropped. Falling backwards, onto her bottom, Jess clenched nose, to prevent the scarlet blood from staining her brown uniform blazer and forest green skirt.

"Need a tissue?" a deep yet soft voice asked, causing Jess's gaze to avert upwards. It was the young man that had been staring at her. He was now offering her a piece of tissue paper.

"erb… yeb' pleab'," Jess replied in a soft, corked tone as the boy passed her the tissue, "thangs," she said politely. As she applied the piece of paper to her nose, she realized that the man was also wearing formal clothing: he was wearing a dark grey blazer and dark grey trousers, black lace-less loafers, a white shirt and a navy blue tie.

"Here, let me help you up… err... Jess, was it?" the young man asked politely as he offered Jess his hand. How did he know my name? Jess thought to herself, analyzing the man suspiciously as she held his hand, finally realizing that she had seen him before, especially since she recognises his dark navy blue eyes; they almost looked completely black if it had not been for the sun. Now that she was back on her feet, Jess stared at the man with her lavender-purple eyes, trying to concentrate on her past.

"Have I met you before?" Jess enquired curiously. The man face planted on the floor in disbelief. Once he was back on his feet, he looked at Jess with a serious face.

"Don't you remember? We went to the same schools as each other; we were in the same tutor class at high school!" The man exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, I remember now! You were the goofy boy from tutor time!" Jess suddenly realized, loudly expressing the news. In dismay, the man's shoulders, arms and head slumped, making him sway sorrowfully as he groaned the word 'goofy' weakly and repeatedly to himself.

After getting over the shame and embarrassment, the man nervously introduced himself, "Well, I guess that you wouldn't know my name then… the name is Mark, Mark Gardd."

"Nice to meet you Mark, I'm Jessica Heavensinger," Jess grinned, her eyes now closed, as if she had a fox's face. Mark face planted on the floor.

"But we already know each other through school! why is she treating the situation as if we never kew each other!" Mark muffled to the floor. Jess giggled a little bit to herself. BOOM! CRASH! Everyone on the street suddenly turned towards the direction of the Selfridge's building. In fear, millions upon millions of people came sprinting out of the building, as if the building itself was puking them out.

"Terrorists!" a civilian cried hysterically, just as he ran past Jess and Mark.

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Watching the human stampede, Jess and I avoided person. It wasn't too long until there was no one left. After turning towards Jess, I saw the look of determination in her eyes- but wait a minute, I thought, she's not really thinking about-, but it was too late; Jess had started to run towards the Selfridge's building. I had to make a decision, a decision that would change the rest of my life! Run away from danger or…

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Jess ran as fast as she could; she ran up those stairs and launched herself through those doors, landing on the Starbucks café's hard ground. Hmm… that was stupid and pointless, she thought looking back at the doors. Wouldn't it be better if those metal, garage door like thingies started to slide down and seal of the entrances exits already? she pondered. A loud, high pitched roar travelled throughout the building making it tremble. Damn! Jess thought, I knew it... I need to get it under control or else the media will expose us! Back on her feet, Jess started to run towards the loud roaring. Once she reached the middle of the mall, Jess noticed the red, scaly lizard, that was three times the size of a lion, at the centre of the oval shape created by the balconies of the different floors. The was beast flying with its bat-like, scarlet wings. It had scales that spiked away from the rims its jaws and a tail with an arrow head shaped point. So this is where it got to, the Red Welsh Dragon that escaped two days ago, explained to herself, I must get on with this… man, I wish that I knew more spells than this, but it will have to do. Suddenly, as she looked up at it, Jess noticed that the dragon's slitted green eyes connect with her purple ones- it was about to dive at her; Jess was thumbing her pocket, panicking slightly yet still obviously hysterically attacking at her pocket. Swiftly, she finally pulled out her brown wand; the golden, five-pointed star glowing as she started to incantate loudly, "Inter Bonum et Malum, Nuetrum est Clavis: Aquaticus Carceris! (Between Good and Evil, Neither/Neutrality is [the] Key: Water Prison!)," directing the wand at the beast. Water spouted from the star, blasting the dragon back before it could make impact on Jess. The water immediately surrounded the dragon, forming a bubble filled with water; the bubble contained the winged reptile as it thrashed about in it. It worked! Jess cheered to herself, mentally.

"What the hell is th… how the hell did you… what the heck are you!" cried a familiar and quivery voice. Jess swerved round to catch Mark's horrified, jaw-dropped face; his eyes were wide but his navy blue irises and black pupils had shrunk in size due to shock.

"Max!" Jess muttered, leading to Mark face planting again; Damn it! My cover's blown! she worried. The next instance, it started to rain. "Oh, I'm getting wet- wait a minute!" Jess realized. Glancing back, she saw the dragon lift its head before it roared with great fury- it had broken out of the bubble. "This is our only chance to escape! Whilst its eyes are averted upwards! Come on, Max!" Jess alerted Mark, grabbing hold of his hand before rushing of into any random shop that she could find. Whilst Jess ran, Mark was bobbing wobbly along on his side to her speed as her pull was the only thing moving him. Dazed with his eyes spiralling like whirlpools while he thought to himself: Girls think that I am goofy, girls don't fancy me, girls don't get my name right, girls hate me etc.

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"Man is he still like this!" said a light yet frustrated voice. Slap! Mark came to his senses and woke up, "Finally…, you're awake," Jess said softly; She was looking down on him as he sat, half leaning against a wall- Slap!

"Oi! What was that for!" Mark yelled in surprise.

Jess simply replied "That's for breaking my concentration!"

"Hn!" Mark whimpered.

Jess explained, knowing that it was unavoidable (that Mark knows about her), "The spell that I was using was the only one that I know… well I know two other spells but one is ineffective and the other spell is… well…inappropriate," Jess finished as her face turned red.

"Wait I remember now! You're a water fairy!" Mark exclaimed. Jess's face planted in the ground (this time) but she quickly got back up!

"No! You idiot! I'm a mage! A witch! A Magistra Magi!" she yelled at the boy, only to quickly cover her mouth with her hands from realizing that sht she was making it worse by admitting to being a mage.

"Ok, ok, ok, I'm sorry," Mark squinted, "Wait! Why don't you try that spell again?"

Rolling her eyes, Jess replied, "I have! While you were all… wobbly and muttering something about girls…" then in a side note, Jess quickly muttered, "…Pervert…" before continuing, " I went back out there, but my efforts were useless, unless you count dousing fires, but, at every turn, the dragon just kept on evading my attacks, one after another! Plus, all mages know that that Welsh Dragons learn fast about their opponents during battle! Luckily, I was able to get out of its sights and return without it following me back here."

Mark suddenly realized that he was in the Disney shop; there were plushies of Mickey Mouse, Whinnie the Pooh, Tigger, etc every where, "Well. out of all of the shops" Mark laughed.

"Oh, spare me the mockeries please; because of you, there is a liability that I'm going to be turned into an ermine!" she said bitterly before spacing out in an epiphany and then bursting out into a panicky voice, "Oh, please don't tell anybody, if the magical society finds out that you have found out that I am mage, I will be turned in to a stoat! And and-"

"Ok, ok, calmed down Jess, I won't tell anyone about this, I swear," Mark reassured her.

After some thought, Jess replied, "Hm just to be absolutely sure, so that you get punished as well if you do decide to reveal this to anyone, I will perform the other spell but I will require help- it might be able to help us capture the beast… are you willing to help me?"

"So you are going to use the other spell then, well I'll be obliged to help you! What will I have to do?" Mark enquired curiously as Jess hoisted him up to his feet.

Blushing, Jess answered "It's kinda inappropriate... you have to... you have to kiss me!"

Mark replied with nearly a laugh, "Hah! That's what you call inappropriate! Bring it on!" he beamed; she was worried about a little peck on the cheek! he thought.

"As you wish!" Jess replied; man what a perv! she thought, her blush growing, "well, here goes nothing!" She pointed her wand at the floor, "Inter Bonum et Malum, Nuetrum est Clavis: Evocum Circulus Magica (Between Good and Evil, Neither/Neutrality is [the] Key: Summon Magic Circle)." Suddenly, a pink light shone from underneath both of them. Mark then noticed the source of the light; a circle big enough for them both to stand in. It had markings, that were the same glowing colour as the circle itself, which could only be described as another circle that together with the original makes a stripy ring with different symbols between each stripe and two triangular rings weaving together to make a hexagram. A smaller hexagram, which was in a rotation difference of ninety degrees to the one prior sat in the middle of it. Right in the middle there was a shape of an eye. "Pactio!" Jess yelled and without a notice, air flowed up from the strange circular marking on the floor; because of this, Mark and Jess's clothing started to flow up as well as Jess's hair. "Now!" She exclaimed.

"Ok" Mark replied. Puckering her lips, Jess felt something on her cheek and then something else that was light hit the floor.

"No Mark! Not on the cheek," Jess said in an attempt to set Mark straight, "Like this!" Grabbing his arms, she pulled Mark towards her. Hold on! Did she just say my name properly, Mark realized mentally. Before he knew it, he felt Jess's soft lips upon his; he saw her closed eyes as she relaxed. On the other hand, Mark was tense and his eyes were wide open in shock, is my nose bleeding? he asked himself. Beyond his own control, he began to get more into the kiss; He and Jess swapped expressions. But, shortly after, they both bore the same look; their eyes were closed as the kiss grew more passionate. It wasn't to long before Jess's back leaned against the wall; Mark leaned forward onto her, their lips still connected. Without hesitation, Jess and Mark broke away from each other. Both blushing and panting, the two looked away from each other as they were too embarrassed to face one another.

"I see what you mean by inappropriate" Mark said with all of his courage.

"I guess that I put to much aphrodisiac in to that pactio, sorry," Jess explained herself.

Exhausted, Mark replied in a high pitched voice, "You think!" Aphrodisiac? Well I guess that it is a spell that involves lip to lip kissing, he thought. Jess peered at the floor as a card gently floated down.

"Hey! Let's check out your card! Or should I say cards!" Jess suddenly exclaimed with excitement, only to further confuse the boy.