Hey! The idea for this just struck me while waiting for my sister to finish piano class because mine got cancelled because I forgot to bring my books. Have been wanting to write a Klarion the Witch Boy fic for quite some time, actually. Anyways, enjoy!
*Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice, I WILL have an episode based on either Robin the Boy Wonder or Klarion. It's just not fair! I mean why does it seem that the other main characters of Young Justice have a special episode for them and Robin does not? I mean, Kaldur has Downtime, Wally has Denial, Megan has Welcome to Happy Harbour, Superboy has Disordered, Artemis has Homefront (Robin doesn't count for this because it's based more on Artemis's thoughts) and even Roy (Red Arrow) has Targets to himself and he's not even one of the main characters! Not fair!
(Oops, starting to sound as whiny as Klarion. LOL)
Faraway, on a distant, unknown and unnamed island, azure-blue waves splashed onto the pale golden sand under the cover of darkness and in the white light of the moon, emitting a vibe of mystery about the island. Wild trees grew into a forest in the middle of the island, surrounded by fine grains of sand. There were no inhabitants, no people living on this beautiful island. There wasn't even anybody on the island, yet alone anyone living on it. Except for one.
In a clearing in the heart of the forest, a pale, thin boy was standing with his pet cat, his skin looking even paler in the soft glow of the moon. His dark brown, almost black, eyes surveyed his surroundings with what one might describe as boredom. His mop of black hair was neatly combed and was shaped like there were two devil horns protruding from his head. The cat, standing by the boy's side, was small and ginger-furred with reddish-orange rune-like stripes running through his body, his crimson eyes glowing in the moonlight. Klarion Bleak was the boy's name and his ever-faithful companion was Teekl, his familiar.
Klarion took something out from his suit pocket. It was a golden pocket watch. Klarion opened it and checked the time. "He's late," he muttered absent-mindedly as he let Teekl hop into his arms. Normally, Klarion would be having what Teekl called a 'temper tantrum' but somehow, Klarion could never get mad at the person his was waiting for. Never.
Klarion looked at the inscription carved onto the other side of the pocket watch. The words glimmered in the light and Klarion snapped the watch shut.
"Master Klarion," a soft, gentle voice said as a figure of an elderly man stepped into the light. He was slightly balding and the word 'elderly' would really be exaggerating it. He wasn't that old, but old enough. He had a perfect posture as he bowed low to Klarion. "Forgive me for my late arrival."
"It's alright, Larine," Klarion waved the apology aside, something he didn't do to anyone else but the man, who so happened to be his personal butler.
Larine glanced around warily. "Come now, Master Klarion. We must leave immediately. Your brother is expecting you soon."
Klarion retained a tight hold on Teekl as Larine firmly gripped his arm and they teleported out of the island. Out of Earth. Out of that dimension. And into a world that was so familiar to them. Their home and birth-place – Kard Thear.
Kard Thear was a dark world where Witch Boys and Girls lived. It was a world where Sorcerers and Sorceress' inhabited and where the Mystic Arts thrived.
Klarion, Larine and Teekl were teleported in front of a giant castle. The guards at the main doors immediately parted to let them through. The trio walked through the Great Doors into the Throne Room. A large golden throne emitting a dark aura was seated on top of a small flight of steps at the end of the long room. Normally, the Throne Room would be filled with lots of other people bustling about but it was deserted except for a boy sitting on the throne.
The boy resembled Klarion a lot but was taller than him and was much more well-built. And unlike Klarion, the boy had a cheery smile on his face – something that would tell you in an instant that either that the person witnessing that was mental, the person he saw was a bubbly Klarion clone or Klarion was extremely ill, as in delusional ill.
"Klarion," they boy smiled. "How are you, little brother?"
"Busy," Klarion responded. "Now, Zeriley, would you care to inform me on what occasion you, on such a short notice, had so unceremoniously dragged me home?" Around his brother, Klarion was more conscious of his behaviour and tried to reduce his childish attitude a bit to prove to Zeriley that he could mange on his own.
Zeriley stood up from the throne and went over to the dining table that had appeared out of thin air and sat down, gesturing for Klarion and Larine to do the same. Once Klarion and Larine were seated, Zeriley began, "Well, Klarion, you know how my concern about your well-fare and safety has increased ever since Cramien… died."
Klarion did know. Cramien had been Klarion's second brother and after he died, Zeriley seemed to have taken it upon himself to make it his personal mission that Klarion was kept safe at all costs. It was also around the same time that Zeriley ascended the throne because their parents had been so traumatised by Cramien's death that they had retreated to the farthest rooms of the Castle to wallow in misery. Seeing that his over-protective brother had been so busy at the time, Klarion took the chance to escape and go to Earth to cause chaos. It seemed that Zeriley had finally taken note of all his…mischief on Earth, for the lack of a better word.
"It has come to my knowledge that you have a few… enemies on Earth." A few? Klarion thought. You've got to be joking. "And I personally don't feel very comfortable leaving you in a world with so many opponents. I know that you want to prove yourself to father but please do them in less…rash methods. I would like my favourite and not to mention last brother back alive, please, not six feet under."
"So what are you suggesting, Zeriley?" Klarion struggled to not sound impatient.
Sensing Klarion's annoyance, his brother looked at him straight in the eye as he announced, "You're staying here."
Klarion instantly turned from trying to impress Zeriley to his usual whiny behaviour. "What? But Zeriley! I can handle myself! You don't control me! Larine! Make Zeriley see sense!"
Larine could only shake his head. "I apologise, Master Klarion. But Master Zeriley only wishes for your good health and we only want you safe."
"You're both in on this?" Klarion asked, incredulous. "Zeriley! I have things to do on Earth and I don't see why I need to come home!"
His brother sighed. "Please Klarion. Just for a while until we…deal with your adversaries."
"No, it is my game and I clearly want to win at it. Those incompetent super-heroes are just little plastic toys to play with and to throw away at any time. Don't try to ruin my fun, Zeriley!"
"You see this as a mere game, Klarion," Zeriley said tiredly. "But this could be a matter of life and death if you are not properly protected. You will stay in the Castle as long as needed and there is no changing my mind."
Klarion got up in a huff and stomped out of the room in a fit of pique, heading towards his bedroom. Zeriley and Larine could only watch as they pray that Klarion's anger at them would soon wear off, no matter how highly doubtful it seemed to be. Klarion could hold a grudge for a very long time and not many people lived to see the end of his wrath.
As Klarion continued his enraged path to his room, Teekl tried to reason with him. Master, please, it's not so bad. Besides, the food here is much better than on Earth.
But what makes Zeriley think that he can boss me around? Klarion fumed, throwing the door to his room open and stalking inside, slamming the door with a loud 'bang'. I know he's the Ruler of Kard Thear, but I've have enough of people telling me what to do, what not to do and how to do it! Slams and the breaking of antique – and not to mention expensive – furniture could be heard as Klarion flung anything he could get hold of into a wall.
It's not fair, Klarion sulked as he used magic to repair the furniture before repeatedly throwing it at the wall opposite him. If the furniture were alive, you would see the whole wall covered in blood-stains as if a toddler had dipped his fingers in red paint and splattered it all over the wall. I don't get to have any fun.
Yes, Master, Teekl said. But at least now you wouldn't have to deal with those annoying pesky 'Young Justice' kids. Not to mention, didn't you always complain that the Light always bosses you around because you were the youngest? Now you wouldn't have their stinky breaths breathing down your neck at meetings.
I guess that's one good thing about this arrangement, Klarion grudgingly admitted. But I'm still not going to forgive Zeriley so easily.
Of course, Master, Teekl said, noticing that Klarion had left Larine out. He could never stay mad at his childhood butler. Just please get some sleep. It's late and tomorrow is a big day. Besides, I think the furniture has endured enough torture today.
Repairing the furniture and using magic to place them back in their proper places, Klarion got onto the bed. With that twisted smile of his etched on his pale features, Klarion went to sleep.
Okay… how was it? I hope I got the characterisations of the characters right. Actually, I hope I got the characterisations of Klarion right because he's the only one in the cartoon that actually has a speaking role. I hope it was up to expectations.
Anyways, maybe some of you are wondering how to pronounce some of the names of Klarion's relatives and butler.
Zeriley is pronounced as Ze (rhymes with 'the')-Riley (as in the name 'Riley')
Larine is pronounced as La (yes, as in the singing 'la, la, la')-Rin
Cramien is pronounced as Cra (as in the 'cra' of 'crave')-Mien (as in the 'mien' of the name 'Damien')
Hope this clears it up! Has anyone noticed the name of the world 'Kard Thear'? If you did, you would have known it was an anagram for the words 'Dark Earth'. Anyways, please review because that will inspire me to write more and you'll get more updates! 'Till next time!
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