This is a random MTG fanfic I had the Idea for one day, it's basically self-insert but I was just trying to see if I could figure out how magic all worked as an actual multiverse and figured I could try to write as on of the planeswalkers who wander that multiverse.
I'll try to update better than my other fanfiction which kinda just stopped and I'd appreciate any reviews or ideas people could contribute. Constructive criticism please. :)
Magic: The Gathering is property of wizards of the coast, not me. This fanfiction is not for profit.
A figure stood on an empty mountain peak, nothing above him but the grey sky which had only recently overshadowed his location in this world. He was simply dressed, worn sneakers, black slacks and a black t-shirt with a heavy jacket overtop with the hood down. A book was carried underarm in his right hand, a huge leather bound tome with an oval pattern on the front and five gems embedded in it's cover. Four of them were dark but the fifth glowed a quiet white. His face was passive, his eyes watching the forest below him in the valley, as his awareness stretched out to the opposite peak, far off in the mists where the presence that had been following him all day now resided.
He had tried to shake them off, hopping from plane to plane but they were tenacious, following him even to some of the more dangerous planes that he rarely visited for longer than he had to. Finally he had stopped, whoever or whatever this presence was, they wanted to fight him. "If I'm lucky it'll be a pyromancer just looking for a fight. If I'm unlucky, well..." He trailed off, Necromancers were often equally tenacious once they had found their prey and that much more brutal should they capture or worse, kill another planeswalker.
"Of course, it could just be anyone who's raring for a fight." He thought, "but an aquamancer would've probably tipped his hand by now to influence where we fought. Their type fights more cautiously and often in a place of their choosing. Biomancers often fight to protect their home planes although a few are exceptions..." He trailed off again, his eyes now directed towards the opposite peak as though trying to discern what sort of being challenged him from there. He brought the book forwards and opened it, reading pages at random, memorizing the spells on them and holding them in his mind until he could hold no more. As he memorized the summons and spells in the first few pages the softly glowing gem on the front of the book shone a brilliant white, piercing the mists. He felt the presence stir on the other side of the valley and an answering light shone through the mists with a blazing red. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to chant the first spell...
To be continued...