Branded by the Mage
Disclaimer - I don't own MapleStory. I don't even play it now. And I sure as hell won't be writing these dumb disclaimers in the upcoming chapters so just look at this whenever you need a reminder.
OLD A/N : And I do NOT hate mages. I just made this fanfiction up and I thought rogues and mages would be ideal for the story.
I've changed some aspects of MapleStory to fit better with my fan-fiction, so don't complain when something doesn't make sense. Use your imagination.
The prologue has nothing to do with the actual storyline; it's just there to inform you about the ruthless ways of the rogue. Well, actually, I wanted to write something stupid. (EDIT, as of now, the rewrite, the prologue is IMPORTANT! BLAH!)
XxXxX denotes a change within either time or place or both.
This was inspired by Revolt of the Archers, by Kal Ancalas. Inspired, as in, made me want to write a story brah.
This is a True Story.
Only the characters,
place, timeline,
and events have
been changed.
NEW A/N : Okay, so I have nothing to do once again. I remember beginning this story 2 years ago (o.o, it's been so long) and I also remember leaving it to die. Anyway, I had vague thoughts of continuing it, but I decided to just rewrite the entire thing. Please bear with me, but I will probably only get to like chapter 2 or 3 before I quit once again.
BTW, I really had like no interest in this chapter. It was so boring, I want to get Sindit all strong already and skip to the good parts but I can't just do that so yeah ._. , it might not be up to standard since I didn't edit much, had no beta, and didn't really want to write this boring chapter.
LOOKING FOR BETA AS WELL PLEASE TELL ME THROUGH REVIEW IF POSSIBLE!
Prologue(//Epilogue?//)
Sindit stared at the dark, jagged hole in his chest, burning through his once pridefully worn Seal. He looked up, following the hand that slowly withdrew from the breach in his body. His eyes met his counterparts, not understanding the ruthlessness and revulsion that ran through them, the betrayal that had destroyed everything he had worked so hard for in his lifetime. What had he done wrong? What..?
He gripped the wrist that had so hurtfully entered his heart; hundreds, thousands of mangled sentences and fragmented words about to burst from his twisted soul, but he only smiled as he slowly fell to his knees.
"I..." He winced, his lungs too full of blood and grime to make clear sounds. His adversary inadvertantly leaned forward a little to hear the words over the gurgling blood that rushed from his torn body.
"I love you."
His killer drew back sharply, eyes widening- then the harsh sound of Sindit's breathing became no more amidst the abruptly empty room filled only with blood.
Chapter 1 // Step 0
A step. Another. And another. A few more. Quite a lot more.
Then, finally, he was standing right outside the Fusion Cafe, where the famed Dark Lord was said to dwell. He stared at the foreboding sign that read "FUSION CAFE - A Place For Anyone". Come on, just one more step. You can do it, man!
"Move it, kid, you're in the way."
Sindit gasped and jumped to the side, giving way to the burly man. He stopped and stared at Sindit with a raised eyebrow, then went into the cafe muttering about retards. But Sindit was too agitated and fidgety to care about people who thought he was a retard. He retraced his jump back to his original position. He fervently looked around for a moment to make sure nobody was going to interrupt this time. Okay, so.... One more step, gotta do it.
He slowly opened the intimidating door a fraction and peeked inside. Nothing horrible nor painful had suddenly come upon him, so he tentatively tiptoed in. He spread himself against the wall to make him less conspicuous and crab-walked to the corner. A quick look down the staircase informed him he was going into a basement. Cold sweat broke out on his body as his imagination went into overdrive. What horrible monsters could be lurking in there, to only allow the worthy to advance? Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap. Trembling, he took out his trusty fruit knife and held it tightly as he felt his way down the dark stairs.
Something moved in the darkness. Sindit jumped in horror, dropped his knife, and cut his hand.
"YOWCH!" Sindit immediately went diving after the skidding knife, not wanting to know about the horrible fate he would have to endure without his trusty fruitcutter. He frantically went after it on his knees, reaching out a hand to grab it when a boot suddenly stomped on the dagger. He didn't even want to look up at the horrendous being that was going to be the end of him, but he did so anyway.
"And who is this?" The so-called 'horrendous being' asked.
"..." Sindit stared open-mouthed at what must have been his saviour, The Dark Lord!
"Hm..?" The Dark Lord prompted.
Sindit kept staring.
The Dark Lord sighed. How he hated it when children went speechless around him. "Ahem, sorry, but deaf or mute people aren't really cut out to be good rogues. I do not believe that-"
"Wha- no! I, um, want to be a bandit, sir!" Sindit tried to smile and look like less of an idiot.
The Dark Lord smiled back at him. "Bandit, eh? Well, I'm sure that you know about becoming a rogue, then a bandit? No?"
"No! I mean, yes, yes I do know that," Sindit stumbled over his words, "so, errm, may I please become a rogue? Please?"
The Dark Lord leant down and gazed into Sindit's shadowy eyes and murmured, "Then welcome to the ranks of the rogue."
It was incredible. It felt as if a seed within him, unnurtured and forgotten, swiftly shot up and grew, filling out his entire body, then breaking through the barriers he previously had. He could do anything! Then he realised he was still on the floor and got up.
"Uh.. thanks!"
The Dark Lord only nodded tiredly.
XxXxX
Only after he was outside and whooping in joy did he realise he had left his oh so great fruitknife behind under The Dark Lords legendary boots. Well, no matter, I thought I needed some new twin blades to go with my awesome banditness anyway! He nodded satisfactorily and trudged his way to the nearby shop. Let's see... Ten thousand to spend and ... that knife costs one hundred and twenty grand. Isn't that just great? NOT.
XxXxX
Sindit eyed his prey hungrily. The red snail eyed him back, with those freakishly long stalks wavering around its slimy head. Sindit slowly pulled up a twitchy hand to his belt, and grasped his new grimy and brittle dagger. The snail raised an eye stalk then slowly, sinisterly began to slide towards him. Sindit gulped and readied himself. Time to try my new skills out!
"DOUBLE STAB! DOUBLE STAB!!!" His frenzied strikes rained down upon the hard shell, and bounced off. The infuriated snail barged into him. "Ow- come on, that's bullshit, why isn't this working! DOUBLE STAB!" The last attack finally cracked the shell, small red splinters falling off in pieces, leaving the distressed snail vulnerable in a time of danger. Sindit capitalized on it, finally ridding the world of an evil and troublesome snail. He felt heroic. Well, I guess practice makes perfect!
His following hours were spent toiling after snails screaming two words over and over.
XxXxX
Sindit exhaustedly leaned against a boulder encrusted with red, drained after countless hours of straight hacking and slashing. He slumped down on the grassy fields, prostrate. The clouds are really quite mysterious and fascinating, he thought contentedly. Just steadily moving through the blue skies without a care, looking down on everyone else. Kind of... like a god. A supreme being, Sindit mused. Meh, whatever. Time to start on new skills, yo!
"Heh heh heh." He couldn't help but grin as he once again opened and looked upon the fabled Skill Book.
Double Stab
Use mana to quickly stab at an enemy twice at once using a dagger.
Sindit frowned a little. It hadn't quite been the awesome skill he had imagined that would let him cut everything down in his path, and he still sometimes bounced off shells, but he could practice. He sighed. Well, onto bigger and better things.
Dark Sight
Use mana to hide in a sub-dimension. While hiding, the enemy cannot attack, but you can't attack back either. All movements other than attacking are available. It's temporary, so after a while, you'll be back to normal.
His eyes widened at the implications. Sweet! Now THAT is the skill I've been looking for! He pressed his sweaty palm onto the clean page that held the great skill and closed his eyes. He breathed slowly; letting himself get into a meditative state. It would help. Everything went silent for an instant; then the imprint of the knowledge burnt itself into his mind and he sat up, gasping. Wow! I know how to transverse through alternate dimensions! He stood up, eager to use this new comprehension of dimensions to his profit. He saw a happy slime in the corner of his sight, bouncing around in the flower fields. It seemed to be a chirpy little thing, bounding along the grassy hills carefreely. Sindit hefted a stone and chucked it at the slime. He missed. Sigh. At least I didn't try to be an assassin. Sindit grabbed a fistful of pebbles and let the slime be treated to a rocky rain. It stopped pouncing around as a few pebbles rebounded off its translucent membrane. The jovial atmosphere went subzero as killing intent began to leak off. Sindit screwed up his eyes in concentration and felt for the subdimension as the slime sped towards him.
It stomped him into the ground.
Some other people training around him took some time to pause, look at his situation and guffaw.
He got up, glowering at the slime that was all of a sudden prancing around the flowers blithely yet again. Now, that really pissed him off. But revenge would have to wait. He felt for the alternate dimension again, this time doing it gradually bit by bit. A tug, at the very edge of consciousness. His body began to distort painlessly. He looked at his body in enthrallment- everything was in shades of grey. He smirked and ran at the slime. It turned just in time to see him charge, and responded with its own, only to pass harmlessly through his immaterial body. The disgruntled slime twittered for a second, before it began to chase the butterflies again. Sindit sweatdropped.
Well, so far so good...
Bandit, here I come.
OLD A/N : Hello! I decided to include Chapter 1 with the prologue, mainly because so many people were just looking at the prologue and going, "Omg, this is so short, it sucks. I'm not reading this."
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EDIT: Done chapter two. Please read, it's MUCH better than this chapter, at least in my opinion.
NEW A/N : So, here it is, my first chapter of the rewrite. I don't know if it's better or not, but hope you guys review. And don't forget about that beta bit.
Something about a few misconceptions about this chapter - THE WHOLE 'PROLOGUE//EIPLOGUE' THING OBVIOUSLY ISN'T THE REAL ENDING SHEESH. I wouldn't give that out right right from the friggin' beginning.
Another is the 'Dark Lord blahblah deaf/mute w.e Sindit' thing. He doesn't actually believe that Sindit is a retard etcetc, he's just saying that to prompt Sindit into talking. 'Kay?