Summon Night: Joshua's Journey

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This is an adaptation of Summon Night for GBA. The main character doesn't not exist, and is replaced by someone else. Obviously, things don't according to plan for 'The Ultimate Gamer.', as things take a rapid turn for the worse. Thrown into the center of a whole series of events, can Joshua stay alive AND win the role of the new CraftLord? Time will tell.

There is ONE pairing in this story, and it's between Joshua and...You'll see soon enough.

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I, in no way own any of the characters in this story, except for Joshua Lightwalker. He's my own creation, and can't be used without my permission. You may rely all feedback and other comments at the link in my profile, so go ahead, review and enjoy the story!

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Prologue.

Just another boring day, drifting in the regions of space. For as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a big void of darkness, occasionally lit up by a star, glowing brightly. No planets in sight, no living forms detected...and no fuel in the ship. Sitting in the only chair of the small fighter, the teenager kicked the floor, muttering angrily to himself. This was the last time he'd borrow a ship.

"I should've paid more attention, but no! I had to just go off on patrol without checking the fuel gauge! Damn it all. This is what I get when my ship's in for repairs, I usually get stuck out in the middle of nowhere in some loaned ship like this..." he muttered.

Much of the above statement was true. He'd usually be able to borrow ships for free, with plenty of supplies and fuel, only for everything to go wrong at the most inappropriate moment. Granted, this had only happened once before, but there wasn't much way that it could get worse than that. Wiping his forehead, he took a deep breath in and began to try and cool himself down.

The air-conditioning had failed ages ago, and the ship was only continuing to get hotter. The oxygen filtering systems were still operational, but how long they would last, wasn't exactly the thing he wanted to know. Without anything to use to communicate, or move, the boy seemed to be glued into the chair, pressing random buttons on the console. It didn't really matter, nothing was working. There wasn't exactly anything to lose, either. If worse came to worse, he'd be able to use the escape capsule.

A blinking light brought his attention to the controls. His smile quickly vanished.

"Escape capsule malfunction. Just perfect." he muttered.

Sighing with frustration, he decided to get up, see if there was anything on board to help him with his current situation. His white shirt was drenched with sweat, and his black pants weren't helping much, either. On his back were two swords that he had forged by himself, but weren't just normal weapons. Both infused with incredible holy light, they could easily cut through any obstacle that he wished. It had taken lots of work to complete these weapons, and was very proud of what he achieved.

Stepping into the engine room of the ship, there was a BIG red switch which was labeled: Restart. Kicking the engine, only to hurt his foot, he muttered angrily at not spotting this sooner. Of course, if it was like the rest of the ship, there was little point in getting overjoyed. Hell, he might as well take his swords to the engine and cut the damn thing up for causing so much trouble.

"Ready to begin countdown...all systems, reboot." he sighed, pressing the button.

Nothing. How predictable.

This wasn't exactly how he spent his time. Mostly, our hero was fighting off overwhelming forces of evil, or things that threatened a planet's existence. Much had happened in the last year...the arrival to this dimension...meeting potential allies and deadly enemies...nearly everything he'd always wanted to experience...but...a small glance down at his necklace. It shimmered a bright green.

"Rachel..."

Without warning, the ship tilted forward, throwing him out of his thoughts. Something had happened. Staring out into the void of space, a large planet had come into view, much of it was covered in water, with a few continents here and there. This wasn't looking promising. With no floatation device or any form of aquatic features, the ship was heading straight for the planet, caught in the gravitational field. Racing to the console, he was nearly knocked out when he collided with it.

"What the hell?! WOAH!"

Something was making him feel uneasy...like a bad dream coming real. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't right all the time! If he didn't do something fast, the whole ship would most likely burn up through the atmosphere, and if it made it in one piece, he'd be under quite a bit of water.

Grabbing the controls, only to have them break off in his hands, he looked around with anxiety. Many of the temperature devices had began to flash wildly. Some even burst, scattering glass and odd colored liquid on the floor. Adjusting his red cap, making sure it was on tight, brushed his fair colored hair aside and grabbed his swords. The emergency exit was radiating with intense heat, but was cut through like butter, thanks to his swords. There was very little objection to jumping. If he stayed onboard, he'd surely burn up with the ship and perish in flame.

Of course, there was something to be said about leaping out of a ship without a parachute. Thankfully, he'd been smart enough to obtain one in case such an event occurred. Looking back as the interior started to catch flame; he looked down at the rapidly approaching ocean.

"Here goes nothing..." he muttered.

Leaping out of the ship, he watched as the burning transport as it hurtled into the ocean below. His misfortune continued, as he pulled the cord for his parachute, it snapped off. Even when he pulled the contents out of its pack, it was full of holes and tattered. Sighing deeply, this situation could only get better.

"Wrong." he muttered to himself.

He knew that with nothing to slow down his descent, there was nothing he could do but let out a small cry of terror as he went down into the depths of the ocean. He knew the chances of survival, even for someone such as him would be small. A fall from orbit wasn't exactly pleasant for a human body...his body felt a sharp sting of pain. Dark blue waves washed past him as his vision dimmed, his body shutting down...

Meanwhile...

At the Central Tower, many of the citizens of the city were watching an odd object fall through the sky, to crash and explode in the ocean nearby. Such a thing had never happened before. And there was another thing, although small and hard to see, was falling alongside it. There was a huge pillar of water, before it died down.

A few hours passed, and after everyone was returning back to their homes, someone walking into the port found an unconscious teenager, his body was pretty beaten up, with blood on side, a deep cut in it. It looked like it was made by something...inhuman. A sea monster? Dashing off to alert the rest of the city, the boy couldn't open his eyes...or feel anything. Everything was a big void of black.

"Wow! How'd this happen?!"

"Did he fall down along with that thing?"

"Is he even alive?"

The teenager's white t-shirt, trousers and cap (which SOMEHOW managed to stay on his head) were completely drenched with water and green blood. Strange. His blood was red, so there was definitely a struggle. In one hand was a beautiful sword, gleaming with incredible light, and in the other was a beautiful necklace with an emerald on the end. They tried to remove the necklace from his hand, only for a bright glow to repel them.

More questions, so little answers. Without much left to be said, a rugged looking man, about in his thirties picked him up and took him to a building nearby...

---Summon Night: Joshua's Journey---

So, what do you think? A cool start to the story, huh? You know, if you want to give feedback or send me a line, email me at Woo! I've got a fan-fic?! With me?! Cool!

superjwren329: Easy...You don't want to have too much Cola...

Joshua: CAFFINE!!! dashes off