Disclaimer: In this chapter, I only own the thing unseen. Other than that, everything else is not mine.

Ben's Note of Sheer Awesome: Hey guys! I'm here and ready for a new Total Drama Series! This is only the prologue, so sorry for a lack of episode. Still, this will warm you up for the main plot and villain. Also the protagonist. You'll see what I mean.

Also, I've changed a few things for the initial series. For those of you who know, I put a journal entry on my DA account, just so you know.

OC's will appear soon…

Prologue: Enemies Behind Enemies

In some undisclosed location, a meeting was being held. It was a stage with three chairs gathered around a table. A light hung above them, shining each of their faces. They turned out to be Total Drama host, Chris McClain, Redonculous Race Host, Don, and official TV producer, Blainely O'Halloren.

"Ah, it's good to be part of the big leagues now," Chris smirked, setting down a glass of wine he had been drinking.

"You're your own boss now," Blainely giggled. "Finally, we own Total Drama. We control what we can and cannot do."

Don smirked. "And we have access to anywhere in the world, thanks to me," Don said.

"Question is, what should our next theme be?" Chris questioned. "We've done the world, we've done movies, and we've over used all of our contestants."

"I agree," Don said. "We need something fresh."

"And Blainorific," Blainely added.

Suddenly, the light above them flickered. The three adults looked around, confused by this. Suddenly, the door behind them burst open. They all turned to see a tall boy standing in the door frame. They were shocked to see him.

"Who are you?" Chris demanded. Suddenly, something flashed and Chris yelped in pain. A scratch appeared on his face, which he grasped.

"You don't need to know," came a raspy voice that seemed to have a bit of joy in it. The boy in question was hunched over and wore jeans with a long sleeved sweater. He had long silver hair was fell a bit over his face. Under his hair were two glowing yellow eyes. He had a thin evil smile permanent over his face.

He walked closer to the table. A screeching could be heard from behind him. It turned out that he had two long swords hanging in scabbards on his back. The tips of the swords scraped on the floor, making the three wince.

He walked to a far wall and grabbed a chair. With a yank, it flew across the room and fell at an empty spot of the table. He slowly walked over to it and stood next to it. He drew both his long swords and stabbed them on either side of the chair. He slid into it and stared at the three adults.

"You are the hosts, correct?" he said.

"Well, ex-hosts," Don said. "We now control what happens from behind the scenes."

The boy's eyes seemed to gleam. "Ah. You are interesting," he said, his smile widening. "You're show. It'll be perfect."

Balinely raised an eyebrow. "For what? We don't even know you're name," she said.

"No need to," the boy said. "If you are behind the scenes, we need a host. And new contestants. We can't have anyone suspecting anything."

"Um, hello. We'd like to know how you are first," Chris said. He yelped in pain again and another scratch appeared on his face. The boy huffed, letting go of his right sword. Chris didn't remember seeing him reach for it in the first place.

"What you need to know is this. There is a collection of nine islands not far from here," the boy said. "There has been a request for me to seek them out and achieve items of value. What they are serve you no mind. What you do need… I am willing to pay."

This made the three hosts beam. "We need a million each, plus a million for the cash money prize for the contestants," Chris said. "And cash to buy the islands."

The boy nodded. "Very well," he said. "Don, you will handle the checks for the island and maintain our status without acting suspicious. You buy the islands as well. Chris, you'll be my front man. You make sure whichever host we select does not get suspicious. Blainely, select the contestants. We must keep up appearances."

"Sounds like a deal," Don nodded.

"One question. Who are you? Why is this so important to you?" Blainely asked.

The boy's eyes seemed to gleam evil. "My name is Quiltal," he said. "And I want to reunite with my brother to destroy all of existence."

Inside a house in another undisclosed location, there was a kitchen. A young man was pacing inside his kitchen, sighing. He pet his orange cat on the table. "Morning Chef," he sighed. He sat at his dining table.

The young man was Topher, who sighed as he looked up at his wall. It was covered in pictures from his season on Total Drama. One contestant was shown prominently. He hadn't seen her for two years…

Topher was startled when he felt his cell phone vibrate. He shook away his thoughts and reached down into his pocket and pull it out. He was surprised to see Chris' caller ID was shown. He flipped his phone open and said, "Hello? Topher speaking."

"Topher! Good to hear from you again," Chris' voice said. "Listen, I have an offer for you that's going to make you famous!"

"Um… already famous Chris. I was on your show, after all," Topher said.

"You mean you're show," Chris said. Topher nearly dropped the phone from hearing that.

"Wait…" Topher said.

"How would you like to be the official host of Total Drama?"

Topher couldn't believe this. It was his dream to host the show in place of Chris. He could see himself now, rich and famous, owning the hottest show in the universe. He looked at his wall one more time.

"I'd be honored!" he said, smiling. "Under… one condition."

BN: And that ends the prologue. I'm sure it's not what you expected, but this is the beginning of the new Island series. You're probably asking a lot of questions. Who's this new villain? What are these items he wants? Who is Topher looking at on his wall? Who are the contestants going to be? To answer that… you'll have to wait and see! This was to get the real plot going. I'll post the first episode in a little while when I'm not too busy.

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