(A/N) Hello. I am Artyom. I liek singing paipz. God I love Criken. Anyways, it's time to start a new story, because it's not like I have two others that need to be updated. And a shit ton of school work that I need to do. So yeah, I had this idea in my head for a while and just had to get it out before my finals started.

For those of you that don't know what I crossed with Familiar of Zero this time, it's a game series called Patapon. Pretty cool game.

Chapter 1:

In a room, filled to the brim with nothing but darkness, a voice rings out, "There's nothing… Nothing left for me here." A flash of light breaks through the darkness but it is quickly snuffed out, and the voice continues. "I have done what has been asked of me," images flash of hard fought battles, and of the many foes that had been faced throughout the being's journey, "and have saved as many as I could along the way." Two masks flash into view before they too, were engulfed into the darkness: On the left, it holds the visage of a mermaid (or a fish), while the one on the right is modeled after a raven. "And through this all, I never looked down upon my enemies, but merely pitied them." Emerging from the darkness were five more masks, each similar to the first two. An insect, a turtle, a snake and a bat… and a cracked wolf. "I hold no regrets, but I have one thing I must ask of you... " The darkness is parted by a ray of light, illuminating a figure laying on it's back, with a purple mask gazing above. "Revive them. Give my tribesmen live once more… That is my wish." Slowly, the figure began to rise off of the ground. Then, in a bright flash of light, the Uberhero, the saviour of the Patapon race, vanished.

"Awaken." The light was blinding, but the hero complied. "You have done well, so I will grant you this wish…" "Then why am I here?" came the response to the deity, "Because you would need your full power to restore life." The single-eyed god looked pleased. "So you remember. Yes, I'm taking back the rest of my essence." The Almighty placed his hand on the other's chest, and looked away as the light grew. The hero, however, remained standing, much to his confusion. "You, however, have more to accomplish. Another world needs a hero, and a companion of mine wished for it to be you." Before the smaller figure could respond, the greater being continued. "Trust me, these people will need a hero now, more than ever. This acquaintance of mine… He is worried about the state of his world that his legacy has caused. He needs an outside force to ensure that society doesn't crumble at the lightest touch." Looking downwards, the hero solemnly nodded, steeling his resolve. "Yes, my Lord. I will carry this out." He looked up to see the Almighty shaking his head slowly. "Do not address me as such. We were the same person for a while there, remember? We will always be equals." The laughter that filled the air was warming and comforting, easing the nervousness in the smaller being. "If that's what you want, then fine." Arms were crossed, "...But what happens after I solve these problems? I became a martyr for my people for a reason. They have no need for one such as I." The greater being sat in thought for moments. "To be honest, I have no idea." The shock was evident, even through the mask. "Wh-what do you mean?! You're the Almighty! The All-Knowing!" Sighing, the god resumed. "While that may be true to your people, this new world is alien to me. Because we were once melded, you cannot die of natural causes. Only a blade through your stomach or plunged your back will take you away from this world. Even if the whole world perished from a plague, you would remain." Before the hero could respond, a portal opened. "It would seem as if our time here is finished." The hero tried to protest, but the deity in front of him would not stay silent, running through many topics that passed over his head. "I'm keeping the drums with me… I've marked your chest with a seal to allow us to talk… Remember to eat at least three meals a day…" The only thing the hero could say before he was engulfed was… "Who are you my mother?!" Before he was cut off from the world.

"Hello! I thank you for your sacrifice." Turning around, the Almighty saw the man who requested this transfer. The blonde haired man approached without caution. The man, however relaxed he seemed to be, held incredible power that no other being could match. Still, the Almighty held no fear, seeing as the man now… what would his other self say? "Owed him one." "This is a surprise… I figured you would go back to watching your precious descendants." The man merely chuckled. "Them? There's nothing interesting going on with them, so I figured I'd stop by and see how it went." The man sat on the ground and watched through the clearing fog. "So… Adel-" The Almighty cut in. "No, Brim. That is not my name, it is his." Sighing, the man looked away. "Ah man, you know I hate being all formal…" Scratching the back of his head, the Almighty resigned to defeat. "If you must call me by a name… why not Al?" Brimir shook his head like a child. "Why must you be so childish? I cannot believe such a man is so revered by his subjects…" Brimir flashed a grin, as if he knew something the other god was unaware of. "Well you see… when you've been around for as long as I have, being serious and stalwart at all times gets really boring. You'll see after a few thousand years pal." The two gods began a light-hearted discussion… "Don't look so worried Adelrik~." The annoyed shouts of the Almighty was drowned out by the laughter of the blonde god.

The rain drowned out the chants that filled the air. Approaching the gathering, Louise had felt nervous, so much so that she was afraid that she would lose her stomach in the middle of the crowd, but as her turn slowly but surely arrived closer and closer… She felt calm, like the rain around her classmates was just a… a loving embrace that would keep them safe, her especially. It reminded her of Big Sis Catt, and how she would comfort her after a hard days work of training (and failing) her magic powers. These thoughts comforted her, through watching her classmates summon a variety of animals ranging from common house-cats to lizards, large and small. Her mind barely registered that her rival, Kirche von Zerbst summon a fire salamander! Even as the previously mentioned vixen came to her to brag, she was drowned out by the rain and quiet chanting of the next student. The shouts of astonishment and wonder brought the young pinkette out of her trance, to see that the young prodigy of her class, Tabitha, had summoned... A wind dragon?! She beat back her nervousness as she heard her name be called. It would be a tough act to follow, but she was sure she would summon something even greater than a dragon… Hopefully.

The incantation wasn't going well… She fumbled on a few of her words, forgot others, and completely made up some parts. The constant snickering coming from the crowd did NOT help the situation at all. However, as she went through the chanting, Louise felt… something. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt… more confident. Like she was gaining strength and vigor. Louise ended her chants with a cry, and a flick of her wand created an explosion.

The comforting rain stopped… The strange energy disappeared and all she was left with was the crushing embarrassment that came with being the first student to fail the most important thing to ever exist in the mage world. Most of the smoke from the explosion had faded, and revealed a figure lying face down…

With an audible grunt that caught the entire group of students attention, the figure began to stand, only to fall onto its rear. It took several seconds for the information of the new arrival to process within the student body… but when it did, it became hard to focus on one single source of sound. Many were laughing, calling the young Valliere a failure and disgrace to mages everywhere, while others held their tongues in silent respect and judgement of the poor girl. Said girl, desperately pleading with her professor to allow her to reattempt the ritual, only to be met with a denial.

" , you should know more than any of the other students just how sacred the Springtime Summoning Ritual is. I'm afraid that I can NOT allow you a "do-over" just because you wish to look a gift-horse in the mouth." Louise, however, was horrified by the thought of having a commoner, possibly a thief as well, as her "brave and noble" familiar. Professor Colbert, however, would not budge.

With a scowl on her face, Louise walked passed the laughter and over the prone form. She realized that he wore a strange attire, seemingly noble in its creation, and that the mask he wore seemed to blend into his purple hair.

Oh, and the horns on top of his head were large and curled.

...Horns?

Just what has the young noble summoned into her world…

If only she knew the power such a being possessed.

(A/N) Yet another small chapter, with barely 1.5k words. When am I gonna write longer chapters? When will I update any of my stories? I dunno. Hopefully soon, seeing as I need to get more work into my writing skills. Until the next update, Kerota (the Lazy Writer), out.