This is my first fiction based of Magic: The Gathering. So please don't be
mad at me if anything seems out-of-place. Thanks.
Disclaimer: This story is based on the Magic: The Gathering card game, which I do NOT own. I only own the main character and the idea for this fic.
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Chapter 1- Into Dominaria
Themis felt a surging pain through his head as consciousness slowly besieged him. He couldn't recall what had happened, except that he was returning home after an evening of Friday Night Magic the local card shop held every Friday night. He was fascinated by the game Magic: The Gathering, even though he's 21 years old. And often enough, had thought of nothing else but improving his game deck, which he carried on his belt in a vacant camera case that happened to be the right size to carry a deck of cards. The rest of his card collection, should he feel like trading, was transported in a lengthy cardboard box that was now inside his backpack.
Themis remembered walking down the darkened streets lit only by streetlights. He was on a direct route to home when he passed an alleyway that somehow drew him to it. Being a young man, Themis couldn't resist becoming curious to the feelings he was receiving from this strange darkened alley. He then recalls seeing a swirling of colors before him, then the sensation of falling. After that... darkness.
"Are you certain?"
A strong male voice said as Themis' ears began to pick up the surrounding sounds.
"Yes my Lord. I saw the rift moments before it dissolved. This young man came from it before hand."
"Very puzzling."
Themis began to stir as his body slowly awoke.
""He's not of this realm, I'm sure. I can tell simply by his clothing. Not like any I've seen."
"And he had this around his shoulders. Some kind of pack, yet I can't seem to open it."
"Leave the young one's belongings. One would think you a thief."
"Sorry My Lord. Oh, look, he awakens."
And that Themis did. Though his eyes were only half-open, he managed to sit up, for the first time; he felt a straw bed under him. But he was more concerned with the pounding headache he was having. He ran his fingers through his short brown hair in an attempt to numb the pain, but to no avail. He groaned under the pressure and leaned forward.
"Mngg... Someone bring me an Aspirin please."
Themis moaned.
"I do apologize young man, but I have not heard of such a thing."
Themis' mind didn't even registered the fact that the person nearby does not know was an Aspirin is.
"Fine, then do you have anything that'll get rid of this pain?"
"Of course."
The voice said.
"Fetch our guest some medicine."
The voice ordered and the second person went to fulfill his duty. Themis laid back down on the straw bed with his arm draped over his eyes, whatever light shone down on him hurt his eyes.
"Thanks. I don't know why I feel so miserable."
"It is a pity you are not well, but the ailments should pass soon."
"Good."
Themis sighed as he heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Themis felt a hand brush over his chin as something else was brought to his lips.
"Drink this. It should break the fever."
The liquid that was poured down his throat was bitter, almost sour. Themis shot himself up into a sitting position while coughing at the fluid that trapped itself in his throat.
"Ugg... What was that?"
"Just herbal mixtures."
And for the first time, Themis saw the person who was caring for him. Well, not a person actually, but a thing. What stood before him had the upper torso of a man, but the four legs of a horse. Reality flooded through Themis' mind like a train as he discovered a creature called a Centaur was standing over him.
"Feeling better?"
The Centaur asked. And, like most people, Themis gave out a sheer scream that seem to echo outside. Like a frighten animal, Themis threw himself back, against a wall and took a defensive stance.
"Who are you?!? What are you?!? Where am I?!? Is the sky still blue?!? Is water still wet?!?"
"Now calm down young man."
the Centaur man said as though he had expected this kind of reaction.
"You're among friends."
"Friends???"
Themis laughed, nearly becoming hysterical.
"Wait, I know what's going on. I tripped in the alleyway and bumped my head, that's right. And now I'm dreaming. And I'm dreaming of Centaurs because I recently had a Tournament of Magic and my opponent used Centaur creatures. Which explains you..."
"Now slow down before you faint again. I assure you this is no dream. I am as real as you are, or anything else you can see and touch."
Themis pinched himself on the arm, and he felt it. And it hurt. Which only told him one thing... This was no dream.
"Though I understand your situation, I will answer your questions. Who am I: I am Seton, Druid Legend. What am I: I'm a Centaur, as you obviously know. Where you are: You are in the Krosan Forest of Dominaria. As for your two remaining questions, yes to both accounts. Now, will you kindly answer mine? What is your name, where did you come from and how did you get here?"
Calming down a bit, Themis sat back on the straw bed so his mind could catch up with the flood of reality that seem to close in on him. Centaurs were real! And he's heard of the Krosan Forest several times, as it was mention in several flavor texts on several of his cards. Could that mean that the world of Magic: The Gathering was actually real? And he was living in it?!
"Sure. My name's Themis. I was living in North America, and I'm not sure how I came here. All I can remember was seeing swirling colors in an alleyway."
"Were you pulled in?"
"I think so."
"Then that means someone summoned you."
"Who? And why?"
"I do not know. But I have heard of a magician who had the power to call upon beings from another realm. Unfortunately I've also heard that he lives near the Cabal Pits."
Themis' face collapsed on itself. He knows about the Cabal and their so- called 'Black Magic'.
"This person. He wouldn't be known as Chainer, would he?"
"I cannot recall. But how is it that someone not native to Dominaria knows of such a demon."
"I just know."
Themis answered, not wanting to revel that he has seen Chainer on a Magic card. He also didn't want Seton to know that most creatures of this world is only a game on Earth.
"Even though it may be Chainer who can send me home, I am thankful that it is not a Phyrexian I must visit."
"I find it strange that you would have such knowledge of our world, yet you come from another. How is this possible?"
"Don't ask."
Themis said simply and left it at that.
Oh boy, I'm really in a jam now...
Themis thought as he searched through his bag to make sure everything he had was still there.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Well? How was it? Was it good? Was it bad? Please tell me what you think and if I should continue. Thanks.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~
Disclaimer: This story is based on the Magic: The Gathering card game, which I do NOT own. I only own the main character and the idea for this fic.
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Chapter 1- Into Dominaria
Themis felt a surging pain through his head as consciousness slowly besieged him. He couldn't recall what had happened, except that he was returning home after an evening of Friday Night Magic the local card shop held every Friday night. He was fascinated by the game Magic: The Gathering, even though he's 21 years old. And often enough, had thought of nothing else but improving his game deck, which he carried on his belt in a vacant camera case that happened to be the right size to carry a deck of cards. The rest of his card collection, should he feel like trading, was transported in a lengthy cardboard box that was now inside his backpack.
Themis remembered walking down the darkened streets lit only by streetlights. He was on a direct route to home when he passed an alleyway that somehow drew him to it. Being a young man, Themis couldn't resist becoming curious to the feelings he was receiving from this strange darkened alley. He then recalls seeing a swirling of colors before him, then the sensation of falling. After that... darkness.
"Are you certain?"
A strong male voice said as Themis' ears began to pick up the surrounding sounds.
"Yes my Lord. I saw the rift moments before it dissolved. This young man came from it before hand."
"Very puzzling."
Themis began to stir as his body slowly awoke.
""He's not of this realm, I'm sure. I can tell simply by his clothing. Not like any I've seen."
"And he had this around his shoulders. Some kind of pack, yet I can't seem to open it."
"Leave the young one's belongings. One would think you a thief."
"Sorry My Lord. Oh, look, he awakens."
And that Themis did. Though his eyes were only half-open, he managed to sit up, for the first time; he felt a straw bed under him. But he was more concerned with the pounding headache he was having. He ran his fingers through his short brown hair in an attempt to numb the pain, but to no avail. He groaned under the pressure and leaned forward.
"Mngg... Someone bring me an Aspirin please."
Themis moaned.
"I do apologize young man, but I have not heard of such a thing."
Themis' mind didn't even registered the fact that the person nearby does not know was an Aspirin is.
"Fine, then do you have anything that'll get rid of this pain?"
"Of course."
The voice said.
"Fetch our guest some medicine."
The voice ordered and the second person went to fulfill his duty. Themis laid back down on the straw bed with his arm draped over his eyes, whatever light shone down on him hurt his eyes.
"Thanks. I don't know why I feel so miserable."
"It is a pity you are not well, but the ailments should pass soon."
"Good."
Themis sighed as he heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Themis felt a hand brush over his chin as something else was brought to his lips.
"Drink this. It should break the fever."
The liquid that was poured down his throat was bitter, almost sour. Themis shot himself up into a sitting position while coughing at the fluid that trapped itself in his throat.
"Ugg... What was that?"
"Just herbal mixtures."
And for the first time, Themis saw the person who was caring for him. Well, not a person actually, but a thing. What stood before him had the upper torso of a man, but the four legs of a horse. Reality flooded through Themis' mind like a train as he discovered a creature called a Centaur was standing over him.
"Feeling better?"
The Centaur asked. And, like most people, Themis gave out a sheer scream that seem to echo outside. Like a frighten animal, Themis threw himself back, against a wall and took a defensive stance.
"Who are you?!? What are you?!? Where am I?!? Is the sky still blue?!? Is water still wet?!?"
"Now calm down young man."
the Centaur man said as though he had expected this kind of reaction.
"You're among friends."
"Friends???"
Themis laughed, nearly becoming hysterical.
"Wait, I know what's going on. I tripped in the alleyway and bumped my head, that's right. And now I'm dreaming. And I'm dreaming of Centaurs because I recently had a Tournament of Magic and my opponent used Centaur creatures. Which explains you..."
"Now slow down before you faint again. I assure you this is no dream. I am as real as you are, or anything else you can see and touch."
Themis pinched himself on the arm, and he felt it. And it hurt. Which only told him one thing... This was no dream.
"Though I understand your situation, I will answer your questions. Who am I: I am Seton, Druid Legend. What am I: I'm a Centaur, as you obviously know. Where you are: You are in the Krosan Forest of Dominaria. As for your two remaining questions, yes to both accounts. Now, will you kindly answer mine? What is your name, where did you come from and how did you get here?"
Calming down a bit, Themis sat back on the straw bed so his mind could catch up with the flood of reality that seem to close in on him. Centaurs were real! And he's heard of the Krosan Forest several times, as it was mention in several flavor texts on several of his cards. Could that mean that the world of Magic: The Gathering was actually real? And he was living in it?!
"Sure. My name's Themis. I was living in North America, and I'm not sure how I came here. All I can remember was seeing swirling colors in an alleyway."
"Were you pulled in?"
"I think so."
"Then that means someone summoned you."
"Who? And why?"
"I do not know. But I have heard of a magician who had the power to call upon beings from another realm. Unfortunately I've also heard that he lives near the Cabal Pits."
Themis' face collapsed on itself. He knows about the Cabal and their so- called 'Black Magic'.
"This person. He wouldn't be known as Chainer, would he?"
"I cannot recall. But how is it that someone not native to Dominaria knows of such a demon."
"I just know."
Themis answered, not wanting to revel that he has seen Chainer on a Magic card. He also didn't want Seton to know that most creatures of this world is only a game on Earth.
"Even though it may be Chainer who can send me home, I am thankful that it is not a Phyrexian I must visit."
"I find it strange that you would have such knowledge of our world, yet you come from another. How is this possible?"
"Don't ask."
Themis said simply and left it at that.
Oh boy, I'm really in a jam now...
Themis thought as he searched through his bag to make sure everything he had was still there.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Well? How was it? Was it good? Was it bad? Please tell me what you think and if I should continue. Thanks.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~