First of all, I don't own Zatch Bell, I'm making a story.

Create your own mamodo. I want your ideas for mamodos. Just submit a mamodo by review and I will add it in my story for futur chapters. What you have to do is to write a mamodo's name, partner, book color, what abilities it has, and it's spells. Example:

Mamodo- Zade Belle (Zaid- Bay- lay)

Age- 6

Sex- Male

Partner-Kotan Kimoro (Koe- tan Kim- or- oe)

Age- 14

Sex- Male

Descriptions- (In the story)

Spellbook- Red

Spell Type- Lightning

Spells- Zaker; Fires a stream of lightning of of his mouth.

Just submit any mamodo and I will add it in the story in the future. Different powers recomended.

Prologue

Every millennium, 100 mamodo children are sent to the human world to do battle. They each possess a book that a human must reading order for the mamodos to cast their spells. The objective of this competition is to burn the other mamodo's book. After the book is burned, that mamodo is sent back to the mamodo world. The last mamodo standing… becomes the king of the mamodos.

It was the year 3000. A futuristic time where technology is a bit more advance. In most parts of the world, there were skyscrapers made of metal. In Japan, there were the most skyscrapers.

Our story begins in a small house outside the big city. There, a fourteen year old dark brown haired boy was at his desk. He was fiddling with a small machine. It was a small green robot with a round body and satellite like fins coming from each side of its head. The boy used tools to modify and improve on it. It was like a hobby to him. What the boy enjoyed about the hobby was the silence, and the isolation. He spent most of his time in his room, doing nothing but putting together little robots which he kept all over his room. Everything was good… at least until his mother barged in breaking the silence.

"Kotan," his mother who had brown hair yelled. "I'm tired of you just sitting in your room all day playing with your little toys."

"I'm fixing robots mom," the boy named Kotan said.

"It doesn't matter what you're doing," she said irritated. "I just want you to go out side and get some fresh air, now."

"But mom," Kotan complained. "I'm just finishing up with Vulcan." He said referring to his little robot.

""I said now," she demanded pointing to the door. Kotan with his head hung got up from his chair and started to walk out.

Kotan was walking around his neighborhood, a suburban area with green grass, a concrete side walk, and houses made of metal, and wood. He walked around in his shirt of cloth and leather, and his black pants, and a blue cap on his head. Kotan watched some kids playing in a park. It made him think that nothing exciting ever happens in his neighborhood.

"I can't stand this place." Kotan said to himself. "Wait till I go to college. I'm going to get away from this place and all the people here. After all, with my intelligence, I can go any where I want too."

He went over to a park bench and sat down. He thought about school and his grade. He got straight A's in every one of his subjects. The problem was his social skills. He had no friends what's so ever. Nobody would be his friend, and those who did he would push away. This did not bother him. "They're all jealous. Why should I care about them anyway? I need anybody… anybody."

Just then, he saw something. He turned his head to the right. There limping down the concrete street was a young blond short haired boy in a dark blue toque hat, a black cloak attached to his neck collar that went all the way down to his waist. He had black shorts, and under his cloak was a dark blue shirt. On his back was a back pack. The boy limped down the side walk. When he got closer to Kotan, he noticed the boy has blood all over his body. The boy's eyes were orange and full of fear. His face was full of blood and fear. Kotan also noticed lines from the bottom of his eyes going down to the sides of the chin.

Kotan got up and ran over to the boy. "Hey kid," Kotan called. "What happened to you?" The boy looked at him backing up in fear. He whimpered in fear as he fell over on his back. "Hey calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy slid back. It was then a red book fell out of his bag as he slid back. Kotan picked up the book. The boy whimpered louder then before. "Calm down I was just giving it to you." Just then, the book started to glow a yellow color. Light had emitted from the book. "What? Why's this book glowing?" The boy stopped whimpering and looked at Kotan. Kotan opened the book looking inside it. He saw words written in a strange language. "Weird words, but why can I read them." He said a word from the book out loud. "The First Spell..."

Zaker...

The boy's blue pupils disappeared and his mouth opened wide. Out of the mouth of the young boy came a blast of goldenlightning. Lightning fired out of the mouth and into the air. Lightning fired up and blasted to the sky.

The light from that lightning could be seen from the far away city of metal. From the top of a skyscraper, there was a punk looking eight year old kid with grey hair, a black short sleeve shirt, blue wind breaker, and black jeans watched the light. He let out a diabolical grin.

Back at the park, Kotan watched as the lightning came out of the boy's mouth. He fell over on his back side from watching it. He had a cross of fear and surprise. "What is this kid," he asked himself quietly. When the lightning stopped, the kid fell on his back. His eyes turned back to normal and he went unconscious.

Kotan walked over to him cautiously. He nudged him a bit and looked at the book. "It must have happened when I said that word in this book." He thought for a moment. "I can't just leave him here." He thought and weighed out the positives and negatives of the decision. It took him a few seconds but he decided to take him home. He picked him up and lifted him on his back. He ran off with the blond boy on his back and the red book in his hands.

Meanwhile back in the city, the punk kid on the sky scraper ran over to a big man in his late forties with grey hair and a grey suit. "You saw that," the boy asked.

"You bet I did Manic," the man said with a smirk. He walked over to a table and picked up a slate grey book. "Looks like we found a mamodo."

"Yeah," the boy grinned. "Let's go Wallace." The boy ran towards the elevator with the old man following.

To be continued…

That's the prologue. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me how you liked it, and don't forget to submit any mamodos you have in mind, this is everyone's story.

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