Hello. I'll just start off by saying this will be my very first fanfic, but I've lurked around for a while and thought about making this for quite some time. That said, I can't tell why the hell I'm letting myself go through with this. Not only am I sure no one is going to find this, but I get the feeling that whoever they are wouldn't care that much anyway. I mean this is an old game now. All doubts aside, I guess I'm just doing it because I want to.

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever own Summon Night or any of its sequels and spinoffs. I do not own any of its characters, or content. This is simply a new story featuring an already established world and cast from the Game Boy Advance (GBA) title—Summon Night: Swordcraft Story—as well as some new original characters.

If by some strange chance someone actually comes across this story, please leave a review with some constructive criticism. I don't mind if you don't like the story, but be honest as to why and give some criticism that might help me improve in the future. I would ask that there be no flames, but this is the internet, so that is a lot to ask for.

Before I get to actually writing any of the story, I'd like to say that because I am still such a huge fan of the game, I thought it would be best to start off the story in a way inspired by the game itself. That is to say, I will attempt to make two protagonists; one male and the other female. I also hope to create a minimum of 2 original Summon Beasts to allow some diversity between the two. These protagonists and their Summon Beasts will have default names, but I would rather leave them blank, and or refer to them as Hero/Heroine to emulate the feature that allows you to name your character. There are also a few options that reference decisions made in the first game as well. Both of these protagonists have white-silvery hair, similar to how Cleru/Pratty did so just be aware that the upcoming descriptions are about the new main characters. One final note, these 2 protagonists will exist at the same time and will be friends/rivals, unlike Cleru/Pratty.

Is this character a Hero? Yes? OK.

Is this Hero's name Jaegan Brinehart? No? Then please, write it down.

So this Hero's name is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?

OK.

This Hero also has a Summon Beast of the Wind element.

Is her name Firiana? No? Then please, write it down.

So this Summon Beast's name is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _?

OK.

Now let the adventure unfold!

Chapter 1: In Wystern Wakes a Hero

The young man awoke with a lengthy yawn, and followed it with a tired sigh. "Morning already, huh?" The 16 year old sat up in his bed; still in a half awake state. He had slept well enough, but the intense training he had gone through yesterday still had him somewhat sore. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and noticed the time was only 6:00 am. "Still 2 hours left until we need to head over to the Central Tower." He peered over to the other side of his room where his Summon Beast was currently still sleeping. "I wonder if I'll ever be able to send her back to Maetropa."

They had met 2 years ago on his 14th birthday, but he had never been able to send her back home even once. This was a problem that weighed heavily on his mind because he knew that she was the eldest Princess of Maetropa. That meant that she had duties to take care of; ones that she couldn't do because she was stuck here in Lyndbaum. The young man let out a deep sigh of regret, but he had promised her that one day he would help her return home AND help her finish her duties.

"Ah, what would she say if she knew I still thought about it this much? She'd probably tell me that I was over thinking things and laugh it off." The Craftknight in-training finally got out of his bed and quietly crept to his closet to change clothes, hoping he wouldn't wake the sleeping princess in the corner.

He looked around in his closet and found his favorite black pants with a white swirling flame pattern on the upper left leg. Afterwards, he put on his favorite jacket. It was a white color with long sleeves and black cuffs at the edge. However, the right sleeve was a bit shorter than the left one. The zipper of the jacket was black, but the outlining of cloth on the zipper was a deep red. The collar of the jacket was outlined in black, and had a hood to cover his head. The hood had a split down the middle which detailed where half of it was colored black, and the other half was colored white.

He took a look at himself in the mirror near the closet. His mid-length silvery-white locks were naturally somewhat spiky and wild when he woke up; bed head was not his look. He grabbed a brush and straightened out his hair properly. When he was done, the majority of his hair was patted back, but a few strands stayed at the front of his head. Much to his chagrin, the spikes in his hair were still fairly noticeable. The young man put down his brush and looked at the mirror once again. His left eye was still the vibrant purple he had inherited from his mother. Soon after, he sighed deeply while putting his hand over his right eye. The scar he received during his childhood was still as prominent as ever. He almost always kept his right eye closed because keeping it open for too long always made it ache. He could still see with the eye, but it was damaged enough that it was no longer the same purple color his other eye still was. Instead it was a strange whitish color. He hated seeing it, as he thought the contrast of his own brown skin and one purple eye was too distracting—brought too much attention. He preferred to go unnoticed whenever he could but, his own features betrayed that. Tired of staring at his own face, he equipped his red-tinted goggles with a silver frame. Instead of putting them on all the way, he just let them sit upon his forehead. He only put the goggles on for training or battles after all. Finally, he put on his shoes. His shoes were athletic sneakers with a low top that allowed maximum comfort, as well as great movement. They were a black color with a white bottom, and had red laces that he always double tied. He couldn't afford a mistake in the heat of battle.

Now fully clothed, the apprentice Craftknight glanced at the clock once more. It was 6:20 am. He headed down the stairs and began making breakfast. He was the only person in his family that wasn't a mediocre cook, so he usually made the meals for the entire family. He set out enough breakfast for 4 people, but he knew the other 3 family members wouldn't wake easily. He went back up to his room with one of the plates he set out on the table, and left it near the sleeping princess. She had an incredibly keen sense of smell, and he was hoping the scent of food would wake her up. They had a big day ahead of them.

It didn't take long for the Maetropaen princess to get a whiff of her favorite breakfast foods, even if she was half asleep. The scent was absolutely delicious, and she could tell they were only recently baked as well. The delightful scent of buttery chocolate chip pancakes, lightly drizzled in syrup with just a dollop of cream to top it off; followed by a whiff of the light and slightly fluffy scrambled eggs. Finally, she caught the scent of the sausage that trailed behind the other two scents and knew that she was in for something special. She had never had meat before back in Maetropa. She wasn't an herbivore or anything of the sort, but in Maetropa eating was only a necessity for lower class Spirit Beasts. Thanks to her royal lineage however, she was born with the ability to naturally convert the surrounding spirit energy of Maetropa into her own energy, thereby making the need to consume food for energy superfluous. However, she was still curious and ate on occasion, but simply never had the opportunity to try meat. To think that only 2 years later she would be absolutely obsessed with food of all types.

Knowing that only the young man she commonly called master was capable of making such a delicious morning feast in this house, she sleepily mumbled, "Master makes the best breakfast". The summoned princess swore she could already taste it. Suddenly, she found herself fully awake, face first in a stack of pancakes with the top pancake half devoured. She had indeed already tasted it.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty" she heard from the other side of the room. The young boy she had formed her contract with 2 years ago gave her a bright smile. She couldn't help but return it with twice as much enthusiasm.

"Good morning to you as well, Master!" she returned with a dazzling smile of her own. "Breakfast is especially delicious this morning!"

The young man smirked a bit and said "I can tell. It's all over your face after all." He grabbed a washcloth nearby and began walking towards her to go clean her up. Incredibly embarrassed about the whole affair, she turned a bit red as her young master cleaned up her face. "There, all better now. I swear, you're hopeless against the power of breakfast."

Both embarrassed and flustered from her master's teasing, the quarter-human beast princess materialized and expanded her usually non-visible wings, and accidently smacked her master across the face knocking him down to the ground. Her eyes closed for the whole ordeal, she had no clue she had knocked him over, but began to apologize profusely. "Please forgive me, Master! It is incredibly unladylike of me to have made such a mistake. For you to have to clean up after me, it's so embarrassing" she claimed. She opened her eyes only to find that her Master was knocked to the ground and had a mark across his face. After realizing that her wings were showing, she knew she was the cause of that mark. It was an unfortunately common occurrence, so the young man shrugged it off mostly unfazed. "I'm so sor—"

"Stop" her young master said as he put a hand over her mouth. "I'm not mad, and it's not something you have to apologize for" he said removing his hand. "And there's nothing unladylike about enjoying your food. It means you're grateful to the one who made it for you… even if you get a little messy in the process" the young man said as he tried to ease her embarrassment.

Her blush cleared and a slight smile replaced it. "I truly am grateful for the food. To be blessed with such a wonderful Master… I really am glad you were the one I made my contract with" she said with a bright smile. Her wings slowly receded into her back and disappeared once more as her sense of embarrassment passed. He returned her smile and for a moment they were both happy with whom they had received as a partner. Even though in reality he was usually very serious, and she was very proper—they were liable to let their guards down when it was just the two of them. They needed each other. They balanced each other. He could have said something sweet and mushy, but he was sure if the moment got any sweeter they would both have cavities.

"Just… hurry up and eat your breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us" he instead decided to say, as a slight blush formed on his face.

"Oh, you're right! I'll finish up right away!" she said with enthusiasm. She began to eat, and he couldn't help but notice, as he had many times before, the Princess' stunning beauty.

She had smooth, long, flowing hair that hung down to the small of her back. It was a beautiful sea foam green, the type you could only find on the gorgeous beaches and undersea caves of Rugista Island. She had wide, captivating brown eyes that seemed to twinkle just a bit when she smiled. Her ears were pointed ever so slightly, and her lips were thin and pink.

Her attire consisted of a pink tank top that showed her midriff, and a grass green shawl that covered her shoulders; but kept the bottom of the tank top in sight. He tried not to think about it too much, but this only accentuated her… incredibly ample bosom. She wore a skirt the same shade of her shawl that went down just below the knees, which had two vertical stripes on its left side. One stripe was pink and the other was white. On her feet she wore a pair of brown boots that went up to her shins. The boots had two straps on each that allowed her to put on the boots easily. Usually, she would go barefoot, as there are no shoes in Maetropa. But once she arrived in the world of Lyndbaum she wore them whenever she wanted to appear human. She was only one quarter human herself, but besides her slightly pointed ears, she passed as a human flawlessly.

Being of the Wind element, she was able to use the power of Wind to hover effortlessly, but could only fly when she used her wings. Her wings were not directly connected to her body, but instead were a manifestation of the Wind energy she harnessed. Whenever she channeled the energy through her body the Royal Brand appeared on her exposed midriff. The Brand shone with a hue similar to her own hair and appeared as a bird with its wings spread out.

"Master, I'm all done!" said the Maetropaen princess.

"I'm sure I've said it a thousand times by now, but you don't have to call me that Princess" said the young man.

"I know" she responded. "But I want to. In your world, it's a sign of respect isn't it? In this world, there is no one I respect more than you" she continued.

"Well… the feeling is mutual. I have respect for you as well. That's why I still call you Princess" said the young Craftknight. The two chuckled a little bit. It seemed they still maintained a degree of their serious and proper natures even if it was just the two of them. He looked at the clock and saw that the time was 7:00 am. "Time to go, Princess" said the young man. He walked to the door and picked up his weapons of choice, a Spear, and a Knuckle. The two got up and left the house, ready to start a new day.

Once the pair had stepped outside, they were slightly blinded by the light of the sun. It seemed to be a particularly bright day in the City of Swords. He looked out to the open sea of Wystern's new Lower Residential Area. To think that the former Lower Wystern would already be uninhabitable due to the sinking of the city and the old Middle Wystern had adopted its name. While much of the old Lower Wystern was still unaffected by the water, it had risen enough to disturb the average citizens. Sure, the Water Scooters could have helped traverse the water, but once the former Upper Wystern was finished and became the new Middle Wystern, there was little need for the people to try to continue their daily lives there. It was hard to believe 7 years had already passed since the Parista incident and the start of the 2nd Generation of Craftlords. Though that little tidbit about Parista was mostly unknown to the citizens of Wystern.

He looked out to the east of his house and saw the extravagant, but somewhat gaudy Gold Guild. That building was unused now. After the old Lower Wystern was abandoned, Bron used his connections to get a new Silver Guild built on the new Middle Wystern. Not to be outdone, Varil, having heard this news decided to begin construction of a new Gold Guild that would be built on the new Upper Wystern which was still in the middle of construction itself. Even that level of Wystern would be finished soon though, thanks to the hiring of many new construction workers from both Vance and Rugista Island.

Wrapping up his view of the city, he turned to the house next to his. "Time to wake her up" he said as he walked towards the house.

Author's Note: Hello once again, and if you've come this far, thank you for reading this. I would appreciate any feedback you have to offer. And should I gain any fans of this work, I would like to incorporate some of your opinions in later chapters of this story. Things like, should I continue calling the protagonists young hero/master/princess, or should I just go by the names I've already created for them?

Some other questions any readers can answer in the reviews:

1. Should the story feature Cleru, or Pratty as the Craftlord of Iron?
2. Who will the Summon Beast be for the chosen Craftlord of Iron?
3. Who will be the person/summon they chose on the day they became Craftlord?

I should mention the reason this story is called the 2nd Generation is because like I mentioned before, 7 years have passed since the end of Summon Night Swordcraft Story, and all of the original 7 Craftlords are/will be replaced. I already have 6 of the 7 chosen, but I'd like to leave the 7th up to my readers. So the last question is, who should be the last craftlord? The position is Jade, Ureksa and Rumari's old position. I've thought about it and so far the only person that has come to mind is Omugi, the faceless Gold Guild member who made it to the semi-finals against Varil. The other option of course is to make it an original character. I'll rewrite this as an actual question right below this though.

4. Should the Craftlord of Jade be Omugi, an OC of my own creation, or an OC taken from one of the readers?

I should mention I'll only let the readers decide if I can get around 8-10 reviewers. If not, I'll just continue with my own plans. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and don't forget to review!