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Daniel James Wynne
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The Chaosstream. A realm that binds everything in the multiverse, an endless turbulence of light and power. Usually mortal eyes only ever caught a brief glimpse of it's greatness and fewer still ever came to understand the true nature of the realm and what it meant. Usually what time mortals spent within this realm was done while they travelled from one universe to another as this realm served as one of the few safe gateways through the multiverse.
One exception to the rule had no destination and so simply drifted in the spiralling chaos of light and sound. He had spent almost all of his energy and so remained limp and dormant, his eyes closed to conserve what little he had left. His muscular body was battered and bruised, droplets of blood leaking from open wounds that littered his body. What little that remained of his clothes was torn white fabric that covered his lower body and a trio of belts. One supported the ruined fabric while the other two where connected to a pair of sheathes containing swords.
The being's mind was quite and content, completely at ease with the inevitable grip of death that it knew would soon carry him to the afterlife. His few goals in life had been completed, his contract had been fulfilled and his nemesis' lifeless body drifted in the Chaosstream just as he did. He had gotten his revenge and his home could recover from the turmoil in peace, what more could he ask for?
There where no loose ends, his story had finally come to an end...
"Not yet, my child." A gentle feminine voice spoke softly from within his soul.
Triplexia...? He wondered.
"I, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière..." Another, more youthful, voice echoed through the turbulence.
"A new Destiny awaits you." The first added.
"...Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers, heed my call..." The younger voice continued.
"As one chapter of your live comes to an end, another begins."
"...Bring forth my servant who exists somewhere in this vast existance..."
"Guide them, and grant them my blessings."
"...Bring forth my divine, beautiful, wise and powerful familiar that Fate grants me!"
The being felt something shift in the Chaosstream, an instance of Control existing where there should have been none. He could feel the controlled energy reaching out through the Chaos to grasp at him, pulling him towards itself, but he was too weak to resist. He had no choice but to let it happen.
An instant later he found his feet on solid ground and the sounds of an ordered reality around himself. His mind deciphered the auditory information to be the aftermath of an explosion along with a myriad of voices coughing and asking if others where alright.
Evidently he had made quite the entrance.
Curiosity overwhelmed him and he cracked open his weary eyes to add visual information to his knowledge base of the current situation. His vision found a disipating dust could and a large collection of humanoids wearing matching outfits, uniforms perhaps? They also all seemed to carry some kind of stick and have an animal of some sort near them... save for two.
A short girl with long pink hair and a surprised expression on her face and an adult with a half bald head.
One thought occurred to the being as his concious slipped away with the last of his energy, Didn't she say Five Elements...? But there are Six...
Dozens of eyes watched as the horrifically injured figure of a boy not much older then them became visible from amongst the dust cloud, then followed in silence as he keeled over and hit the ground limply, face first. The majority found themselves torn on what to think or say.
One part of them wanted to jeer and ridicule the one responsible for summoning a commoner as a familiar. The other was horrified by the sight of the small pool of blood forming around where he lay.
Their teacher, Colbert, was the first to react and was at the boy's side immediately, rolling him onto his side, ensuring his airway was clear and checking his breathing and pulse. After a moment the teacher shouted, "Class is dismissed! We must get this young man to the infirmary at once!"
The pink haired summoner remained stock still until are more well endowed and red haired class mate grabbed her shoulder and pulled her after Colbert who was carrying the boy in his magic at top speed. The words of her classmates where drowned out as he mind focused on what she had seen that the others had not.
A faint glow, blood red irises and slitted pupils.