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The Last of the Agents

A Maplestory Fanfic

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so if there are any spelling/ grammar errors, or anything you think I should work on, feel free to tell me.

Prologue

The battle with the Black Magician. One of the greatest fights that ever took place in the history of the Maple World. However, few know the truth about the battle…

The three dressed in black crouched down simultaneously on one knee, and fired there weapons—oversized black rifles, each with a scope which they had looked through for complete accuracy. Massive rays of light erupted out them, so large that one would wonder how a weapon of that size could create something that huge. All three shafts of light struck the Black Magician. There was a huge explosion and an enormous cloud of smoke. Each of the three carried other weapons with them: a dagger and claw, a bow and crossbow, and a gun and knucklers. Ridley was behind them, and cast a spell—it was not an attack, but more of a support. There were glowing circles on the ground and lines, having the same glow, running along the ground, connecting them, different from the type of light that come from their weapons. Their eyes were closed (though nobody could tell due to their sunglasses.)

Aran (his other comrades had fallen) charged forward with Combat Step and, pole-arm in both hands, and shouted "Triple Swing!" The Black Magician easily block two of the strikes, and side-stepped the third one. However, this was only a charge up. "Final Charge!" he screamed, knocking the Black Magician backwards a few feet.

"Rolling Spin!" He pushed the Black Mage backwards even more, and stunning the necromancer at the same time. He leapt away as the three dressed in black shouted something, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the 3 resulting explosions of the attacks, one after another. This only continued to stun the Black Magician, giving the ones dressed in black time to cast another attack, together. The sky was suddenly filled with ballistics, and rained down upon the Black Magician. The Black Magician muttered something as a black wall appeared between him and the ballistics, but the wall, which was supposed to be able to block the attack of even a million Genesis combined, was unable to stop this attack. The force of the impacts and explosions tore apart the defense; in fact, they were so powerful that the force of it shook Victoria Island itself and caused part of it to separate into what is known as Ossyria today.

When the smoke dissipated, the Black Magician was still alive.

Time was running out.

Ridley had been stepped concentrating and gathering energy for a massive arte, his focus so intense that he virtually had no idea what was currently happening. All he knew was that he had to prepare the spell. He stepped forward and cast his spell, sealing up the Black Magician. The Black Magician, however, was fast enough to cast two spells simultaneously, one making the seal temporary, not permanent, and the other killing Ridley along with the ones dressed in black.

For some strange reason (perhaps it was because Aran was more like a Warrior and had Snow Charge activated) Aran was trapped in a glacier and teleported to some far off land.

And the mass of land that would come to be known as Ossyria slowly drifted away…

Ch.1: The Discovery

The boy stared timidly at his teacher.

"Are you sure you want to be a bowman?" Athena asked. The boy nodded, too shy to speak. He had a pair of black eyes that went along with his disheveled, jet-black hair, which rippled slightly when he nodded. Although Athena wasn't completely positive, the boy seemed to be a few years older than when people usually would've taken their first job advancement; instead of being 10 or 11 years old, he seemed like a teenager; perhaps 13 or even 14 years of age.

"You know, the skills of a bowman are much harder to master than other classes skills."

The boy nodded again. If he was sure of anything, it was that every teacher said the exact same words.

"Very well," she said. "Give me your hand," She muttered a few ancient words, and the boy could feel a power surge through his body. They opened their eyes at the same time.

"Use your gift wisely," she said. For some reason, she felt that he wasn't just a bowman. She had no idea how right she was. She handed him a beginner's bow and some arrows. The boy managed to sputter a "Thank You," and rushed out, no doubt to get his first kill as a bowman. Then, through the window, she saw what seemed like a flash, or reflection of sunlight, from his hand.

"It's nothing important", she told herself, and went back to her work. As for this, she had no idea how wrong she was.

-X-

The boy ran through Henesys towards the hunting grounds. He seemed very eager to try out his new skills. There were snails, snails, and more snails, moving around lazily, minding their own business. The boy looked at them. They were too weak for him. He climbed to the top, aiming at a pig.

"Arrow Blow!" he shouted, killing a pig in one hit. He smiled. It was the first time he had killed a monster in one hit in the Henesys hunting grounds. Suddenly, there was a shout of "Lucky Seven!" as two stars flew towards another monster he was just about to kill. He turned around to see an assassin. He didn't seem to have much dexterity, but his power sure made up for that. He ignored the boy as he continued to kill pigs. A show off, since he obviously wouldn't train on such monsters for his level. The boy decided to ignore him, too. After all, they could share this area. He went down a floor to train on the snails. However, the assassin followed him, killing every monster that he was just about the attack. The dexless assassin smiled evilly, and he continued to kill steal the young boy. The boy decided to go back to Henesys and rest and let the assassin have the entire hunting ground. "Won't make much of a difference if I'm here or not", he thought. He headed back. He could read the expression on the assassin's face: Dexterity is not important. It is power; that is what's important." From that day on, he disliked anyone with no dexterity.

The next day, he decided to go to Pig Beach. At least it wasn't as populated, so it was less likely that some other dexless Assassin would kill steal him. When he arrived, he saw a warrior training there.

Oh well he thought. At least the warrior seemed nice, even from a distance. And he sure isn't dexless.

He went down. The warrior ignored him at first. He didn't even acknowledge his presence. He just kept on training. But there was a part of Pig Beach that he now didn't train in, which was the part the boy was training in. He sure is a nice guy, even though I haven't even talked to him yet. When the boy finally leveled, the warrior broke the silence.

"Gratz", he said. The boy looked surprised. He stared at the older person. He had black hair and black eyes, just like himself. "I remember the first time I leveled after my first job advancement. You know, this place used to be a lot more dangerous than it is now. And you killed so fast. How did you do it?" The boy finally spoke, but didn't answer his question yet.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Phil," the boy replied. "Nice to meet you. I'm Brent" He asked again "How did you kill so fast?"

"I killed fast?" he said, looking confused. "Yeah," said Brent "You kill really fast for your level." Then he saw he was wearing something on his hand. "Is that a claw?" he asked. Phil looked at his hand. "Isn't this a glove?" I must be seeing things, thought Brent. A bowman can't equip a claw. There was a sudden shout of "Haste!" and "Lucky Seven!" The two turned around to see a dexless Assassin. Phil almost immediately recognized the person. It was the same one that had kill-stealed him the other day—same armor, same height, same attitude, and same smirk on his face. Neither of the two had the power to stand up against the Assassin.

He began speaking, but it was hard to determine who he was actually speaking to. In fact, he didn't seem to be speaking to anyone at all.

"Plenty of pigs around here. Excellent source of experience. But first, I have to get rid of a small nuisance."

He turned towards them. This time when he spoke, it was obvious he was talking to them.

"I've got two stars. One for each of you." He flashed a sinister grin, along with a pair of Ilbis.

Brent stepped forward with his shield raised, and muttered "Power Guard." Meanwhile, Phil was behind Brent, and still bewildered. He also felt that he wasn't going down without a fight, and loaded two arrows into his Battle Crossbow. He didn't notice, though, that he already had another two arrows loaded. There was a sudden shout of "Lucky Seven!" and Brent braced himself for the impact. There was a clang as metal struck metal. However, the stars hadn't struck his shield. He looked around, and saw four Ilbis lying on the ground a few feet away from him in a perfect two by two formation.

The assassin whipped around, furious. Brent and Phil also turned around to look. There, they saw a female assassin. This one was wearing armor accordingly to her level. Just then, all three of them realized she must have thrown another pair Ilbis. That clang was when her stars struck had struck the dexless assassin's stars.

"You again!" he shouted in a menacing tone, the words laced with poison, as he stared at her, still furious. If looks could kill, then all the pigs there would be dead, along with Phil and Brent.

"Stop kill stealing," she snapped at the dexless assassin.

"'Stop kill stealing,'" he said in a mocking voice. "And why should I?"

She gave no response. "You still fight for the weak," he spat. "You chose the path of dexterity. The new path, the prevailing path, is what every assassin is and should take. And since you fight for the weak…" there was a slight pause. "YOU ARE WEAK!" he roared. All the pigs scurried away in fear from his shout. "You could have been a prodigy, becoming more powerful than anyone in history. Maybe even me. You made the biggest mistake in your entire life. You are no longer worthy of living!"

Without warning, the two were suddenly engaged in a kill stealing duel, moving faster than the Bowman and Warrior thought was humanely possible, with stars and knives flying in every direction one could think of, and dozens of shouts of "Lucky Seven!" The two first jobbers could only stand and watch.

Then, out of nowhere, an iron hog jumped out. The two assassins glanced at each other, and both started attacking it. However, the dexless assassin could only land a few hits on the hog, while the female hit it every time. When the hog died, the dexless assassin stared angrily at her.

"I'll get you next time," he said.

"Come back when you actually have dexterity," she retorted.

He gave a mutter of "Who needs dexterity?" and disappeared. Then the newcomer turned to face the first jobbers.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Evelyne. What's yours?" The two were, to say the least, surprised. It was an Assassin that had fought off, well, an Assassin.

"My name is Brent," said the swordsman. "This here is Phil"

She smiled. "Hi… Bowman and Warrior, huh?" she said as threw back her hair. She was already charismatic; that motion added to her attractiveness.

"Yeah," he replied. "He's a first job, I'm second."

The two studied her for a moment. She was slightly shorter than the both of them, but somehow gave the appearance of being taller than Brent. Her most striking appearance though, was her long, pink hair that reached her waist; there was enough of it that made her hair seem as if it were cape. She had bright, blue eyes that stood out as part of her hair dangled in front of her. She had a smile that could coax any boy to do anything for her. "Well, good luck with your training," and she left as suddenly as she came, so fast that the two wondered if what had happened was real or not.

An uneasy silence followed. Then, Brent said, "Wanna train together?"

Phil smiled. "Sure."

Phil was obviously a lower level than Brent. It was also evident that Phil was a Crossbowman—the Battle Crossbow he carried signified that he was at least level 18, but only 21 at the highest. Otherwise, he would be carrying a Balanche. The fact that Brent had a Red Cross Shield and a Cutlus proved that Brent was at least 35.

As they the two were happily attacking pigs with no other disturbances, Brent suddenly saw two Subis flying through the air. But they did not come from any Assassin. They came from…Phil?

Brent suddenly stopped attacking and turned to look at his partner. He saw Phil loading a pair of arrows into his Battle Crossbow, and suddenly freezing just when he was about to fire.

A second later, Brent saw Phil resume attacking monsters with his Crossbow. Confused, Brent asked Phil "Weren't you just throwing stars at the pigs?"

"I was throwing stars?"

"That's what I saw."

Phil had a confused look on his face. "I though I was shooting arrows the entire time."

This put Brent into an even more confused state than Phil. He doesn't seem like the type that would lie. Am I hallucinating or something?

Placing that thought aside, the two continued to train on the pigs. No more stars flew through the air, and no one else came in to harass or kill-steal them.

-X-

Kyrin looked at the boy. "So, you would like to advance as a brawler?" she asked.

"Yeah," replied the boy.

"Very well. First, you must collect 15 Potent Crystals from the Octopirates in the room I am about to send you to. When you have gathered 15, bring them to me." The boy nodded, and headed off to fight the monsters. The boy was midway through his test when Kyrin noticed something strange. He didn't have a knuckler equipped on his left hand, like he did on his right. Instead, it was some sort of glove. But Kyrin knew it wasn't a glove. It looked more like a… claw?

Impossible, she thought. A pirate can't equip a claw. Then she saw something else: she saw him pull out a crossbow, and then firing several arrows that hit their targets with deadly accuracy. "What the…? This is impossible."

He was done very quickly, and handed over the 15 crystals.

"You have finished this test faster than anyone I've ever seen," she said, not yet mentioning what she saw.

"I have?" he asked. He looked confused.

"Yes. No one else has ever done it in record time of 60 seconds. And now, I'll advance you as a brawler." She held his hand, and there was a flash of light.

"You are now officially a Brawler," she said, and handed him a skill book. The boy thanked her and left, no doubt to try his new skills.

Something isn't right, she thought. "He… already has a large health capacity, and even a large mana capacity. What's up with that?" She didn't want to do it, but called a meeting for the next day.

-X-

The five leaders sat at the conference table in the Nautilus Port.

"So what was it that you wanted to discuss about?" asked Athena Pierce

Kyrin turned to face her foster mother. "Do you know about a boy named Phil?" she asked, and held up a picture of him.

The other three teachers also turned to look at her, nodded in unison, and all started talking at once.

"Why yes. He just became a crossbowman the day before."

"Impossible" said Sitting Bull. "That boy… he turned into a Fighter yesterday!"

"You're kidding," said Grendel. "He was the newest Ice-Lightning wizard!"

"He became a Bandit yesterday!" exclaimed Dark Lord

"Well," Kyrin said slowly. "He took my test yesterday and became a Brawler"

The other four stared at her, lost for words.

"Where is he now?" asked Athena, breaking the silence.

"Asleep in a bedroom of the Nautilus" Kyrin replied. "But…" she paused for a moment.

"He is already level 35"

"WHAT?" shouted Athena as she suddenly stood up. "He went up five levels in two days?"

Kyrin nodded. "And I have a plan for him." She held up a small card.

"No," whispered Athena. "He is only level 35. You're not planning on…"

"And why not?" cut in Kyrin. "He has the ability. And besides; isn't this what Dr. Kim is looking for? Someone of his caliber?"

Athena Pierce looked uncomfortable. "Are you sure about this?" she asked.

"I'm positive," she replied.

"So when do you plan to send him?" asked Dark Lord.

"Tomorrow," said Kyrin.

"And how do you plan to tell him about this?" asked Sitting Bull.

"You'll see" Kyrin smiled. "You'll see."

-X-

The boy woke up and got dressed. He had a bagful of equipment, and slowly, one by one, put them on. It was just going to be another ordinary day of training. Or so he thought. He bought a couple potions from Gali, and just when he was about to leave the Nautilus, when someone called him. He turned around. It was Kyrin.

"Hi" he said, smiling.

"Good morning Phil" she said. "I have a quest for you."

"What is it?" he asked, wondering what kinds of items he would have to collect for her this time.

"Come, and I'll show you" she replied.

He followed her to the Nautilus control room.

"Actually, this is some serious training. You have taken the second job advancement of every class."

"I have?"

"Yes, and you will receive some special training. This here is Dr. Kim," and pointed at the monitor.

"You are to be sent to the Omega Sector through the warp portal,"

"I've never heard of the Omega Sector. Where is it?"

She pulled out a map of Ludas Lake, and pointed to the left island.

"Right here. It is at the bottom of Eos Tower."

"But I thought Eos Tower was off limits!"

"It is. But this is important, and you have the qualifications to go there for training."

"So I'm going to have to get through the guards at Eos Tower."

"No. You're going to get to that island in another way. Through that portal." Kyrin pointed at the Warp Portal.

"But… my friends. Can I at least say good-bye to them?"

"No. You cannot tell them any of this. All of this is classified."

"But what will you do when they notice I'm gone and look for me?"

"I'll think of something."

He nodded. "So you want me to go through that portal?"

"Yes. You will be sent to the Omega Sector, and your training will begin." Kyrin handed him a card. "This is a warp card. It is required to go through that portal."

He walked over to it. "Good luck," said Kyrin.

He placed the card in the slot, entered the portal, and disappeared.

A/N: This was at first about how with white scrolls, 50 LUK Sauna Robes, 30 attack stars, and a Maple Skanda, that nobody with the resources had a reason not to make a dexless assassin. Although this isn't the direction the story is going anymore. At least, not after a million revisions that I made to my story (and to the game itself made by Nexon/Wizet, I guess).