-1 Magi-Nation: Wings of Adventure
Chapter 1: Ill Gotten Gains
Easy, Easy does it, Leoric thought as he aimed his grapple at the window of house that he had been watching for most of the night.
The hour was late in the Weave, so no one heard the relic fire, nor did they see the projectile fly through the open window and land on the thickly carpet floor with a muted thud.
The Arderial waited with bated breath until he was sure that no alarm would be raised. He then took a small talisman from his pouch and slid into a slot at the base of the relic, resting his thumb against the small shard of emerald green animite and channeled a small portion of energy in to it, and watched as a tiny comet of power flowed along the grapple cable and into the chamber were the animite ring embedded in the head would magine a Winged Hinko.
Once it had materialized, the small dream creature wandered about the room until it had located its target, an ornate box set upon a wicker dresser. Prying off the lid, the Winged Hinko rummaged through the contents until it had found what it had been sent to find, a heavy ring set with a sky blue shard of animite and etched with the images of draconic creatures, Hyrens.
The Hinko lugged it from the box and dumped it into the claw and the tines snapped shut, and the talisman at the base the grapnel pulsed. Knowing this as a sign of success the Arderial turned the crank, and the cable retracted until the head became snagged on something near the windowsill.
He gave the thing a tug and a thread strung across the window, gleamed in the light of El. From inside the room the Hinko screeched as it became tangled within the thread.
Leoric felt a bolt of fear fly through him as he came to an obvious realization.
This isn't thread, it's webbing,' he thought as stream of the stuff shot towards him. He dodged it, leaping from the roof, his momentum freeing his prize. He tapped the ring and sent the Hinko back to the dream plane and out of the reach of the angry Tillant that emerged from its hiding place upon the roof.
The Arderial spread his guard wings as he spotted two more of the creature lurking upon a web strung out between the two buildings, he fished another ring out of his pouch and magined a Xyx. The dream creature drifted down towards them, unleashing bolts of lightning until the two dream creatures fell from sight, trapped within the tangled remains of their own web.
The commotion awoke the townsfolk, and Leoric smirked, even if they magined dream creatures capable of flight, they could never catch up on him, not before he crossed the boarder into Naroom.
However, in his over confidence he neglected to see an auburn haired Weaver crouching at the base of one of the Weaves mammoth blades of grass. Power flowed from her hands and into the plant, which bent itself over until its tip touched the ground.
As the Arderial flew overhead she removed her hands and the plant shot upright, striking Leoric in back and sending him plummeting down to land in the soft loamy soil. Before conciousness left him, the last thing he saw was the Hyren ring gleaming upon his finger.