Hello all, my name is P.C., an aspiring writer. I'm writing this Magic: the Gathering fanfic with my own characters based on the magic of planet Earth. Helping me is my best friend, Lunawolfmoon! I tend to swear a lot and it's definitely overall for more mature audiences that enjoy fun animes like Fairy Tail and similar stuff. Anyways, enjoy! And tell me what you think.
Magic the Gathering: Virtues and Sins
Book 1 – Heaven and Hell
Chapter 1 – First Strike
Life is a clusterfuck of random yet completely necessary little moments. For example, if twenty-five-year-old animator Zane Hunter had gone to Hannibal's Happiness Hobby Shop on Saturday like he had originally planned, the entire planet may have gone to hell in a much-burnt handbasket.
"Listen, listen, there's a reason why the library is organized. It's so we don't spend hours to find a spell," Zane assertively spoke into his headset while driving into an empty parking lot. "Just…just…hey, listen to me, find the right spot, card type, subtype, mana cost, power, toughness. You know how it goes. Yes, I know, it's over two thousand cards, Hannah, and I'm bringing 150 more. Try and understand that I'm the one that generally cleans up library-related messes. Sue me, I'm particular. Have a nice day." Zane gave a sarcastic asshole smile that no one saw and hung up on his friend.
Zane got out of his gold slight-more-than-barely-capable 2000 Camry, and walked into the card shop, through the open door, to see a strange sight. The store was in shambles. And not like a disorganized, doing-inventory-badly, type of mess. It was a moving mess. Only things of value had been taken: comic books in sleeves, the cards that were in glass cases, important toys, and if Zane's memory of this place was right, all the signed posters and only the signed posters. Was Hannibal packing up shop and quitting the place?
Hannibal wasn't the most social guy and rather perverted, but it was a good shop. The discounts made it preferable to online shopping. Zane walked carefully over to the counter and tried to find the Kaladesh fatpack in the arrangement of various packs and assorted compilations. A faded reflection of a shaggy, dark-haired man with red eyes and a Tony Stark goatee stared back at him. But no Kaladesh. Sighing and slightly irritated, Zane was about to move on to the next cabinet over when something grabbed his shoulder from behind and scared the ever-living bejeezus out of him.
(Youtube music: Gilderoy Lockhart)
"Holy crap, Hannibal! If I want a heart attack, I'll ask for it!" Zane yelled, clutching his chest. "What is wrong with you!?"
Hannibal just stared at Zane like he was a spider he thought he killed years ago, but also with a hint of psychotic paranoia. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked quietly, but nervously.
"I'm here, in a card shop, looking around at cards, so I'm probably here for a root canal!" Zane shot back. "I need the Kaladesh fatpack!"
Hannibal shot him an angry look, complete with bulging eyes, a skewed, clenching jaw, and veins pulsing in his temple. He hastily walked to the back and after five minutes came back out with a fatpack. He stopped when he got behind the counter and hesitantly looked at the fatpack. Then he looked at Zane and threw it at him. What the hell was wrong with this guy!?
Zane caught the pack as Hannibal slumped back to the back. "What about the money!?" Zane yelled after him.
"It's free!" he yelled back. Zane didn't feel right. It looked like Hannibal was closing down and wasn't happy about it. Maybe business wasn't as good as it appeared to be. Zane took two twenties out of his wallet, placed them on the register, and left.
Zane got into his car and began opening his purchase. He was excited to see what he would get. New artifacts. New badass, brand-spanking-new artifacts. His first booster yielded a strange result. A blank card. Scratch that. Two, three…seven blank cards. Irritated and regretting putting down forty bucks to a jackass swindler like Hannibal, he got out of his car with unnecessary roughness and walked over to the shop. He pulled on the door and found it locked.
"Fucking fantastic…," Zane muttered under his breath.
Theme Song (Youtube music: Fairy Tail Opening 2
I. sousa WE CAN DO IT! motto hatena darakede ikō
fushigi eno tobira wa me no mae ni aru
kono sekaijū ga WONDER LAND
bokura wa mō sudeni WONDER ringu
doki doki ga waku waku ni nattara WONDER furujan
jibuntte dare darō? riarutte nan darō?
ashita wa doushite mienain darō?
koukishin no bun dake leberu UP shiteku
kimi to boku no EVERYDAY sutetamon janai desho?
oshiete Sense of Wonder
jinsei wa shugyou nari
dakara WE CAN MAKE IT motto hatena sagashi ni ikō
arifureta kotaeja gaman dekinai
mahō ni kakatta WONDER LIFE bokura no mirai wa WONDER ringu.
shitai koto shite ikiteru houga ganbarerujan
LET'S WONDERING!
II. That's right, we can do it! So what if life's full of mysteries?
The miraculous door is right before our eyes.
This entire world is a wonderland.
We're already wondering!
When anticipation turns into excitement,
it'll be wonderful, won't it?
Who am I? And what is real?
Why can't we see tomorrow?
The more curiosity, the more we achieve higher levels.
Our everyday together is pretty fun, don't you think?
Tell me! Sense of Wonder.
Teach it!
Life is full of teachings!
So we can make it!
Let's go search for more mysteries!
I won't be satisfied with the typical answer.
A wonder life that's under a spell.
Our future is full of wonder!
It's better to live your life doing the things you like, because then, you'll be able to work harder!
Let's wonder!
Let's Wondering!
III. Replace video with these shots:
Opening shots of the main 7 characters
Team shot
Logo
Examples of their powers
Funny moments
Past issues, Zane and Luna's family
Allies
Shot of the treehouse
Turns into Bolas' crypt in hell, silhouettes of villains, Tibalt reveal
Tibalt jumps up. Zane fights.
Zane vs. Tibalt. Other heroes vs. their villains.
Zane and Tibalt exchange explosive blows.
Logo
Leaving a scathing review for the shop wouldn't matter if it was closing up, so Zane just drove home in quiet frustration. What did Luna always say? Don't lose your head on the road? Go home scream. Scream at her if he had to. She was always like that. Willing to take the brunt of the blast if it made things better. Best little sister ever.
(Youtube music: Clara's Theme)
Thinking about his little sister relaxed him as he drove to a small, colorful café. Angel Star Café. Luna's café. He got out, taking the fatpack with him, and walked into the café. Luna had just finished handling a customer. Incredibly long brown hair down to her butt, framing a round face with very squishy dimpled cheeks and big green eyes that gazed out from behind a pair of glasses. She wore a white Stitch shirt with an orange hoodie. Zane knew, despite not seeing the details due to the hood being down and the bottom of the hoodie being hidden behind that counter that separated the customer area and the register area, that the hoodie had an orange, black, and white tail on the bottom and ears on the hoodie. She was probably wearing her traditional blue jeans and purple and black shoes.
The only real indicators of their relationship by appearance were their dark hair, round faces, and slightly tan skins. Zane looked more worn and older while Luna looked more like a teenage anime character. Luna spotted Zane walking towards her and waved.
"Pulled anything good?" Luna asked, knowing about her brother's love of fatpacks.
Zane smiled sarcastically and showed her the seven blanks. Luna's expectant facial expression turned to curious confusion.
"I don't get it," Luna summed up.
"Neither do I," Zane answered. "From every angle, they are perfectly normal cards. Sizes of the cards, the sizes of each of the separate sections, and the graphics are all regular, minus the fact that…"
"They're all blank," Luna finished.
"Given to me by a man that seemed to be running for his life. Well, I say given. More like threw."
"Hannibal was leaving."
"Running. He only took things of value. And he forgot to smoke and drink this morning. No odor."
"Sounds like he's in trouble. Did you try and help?"
"Not my issue, and after this unfortunate pull, I'm compelled to not give a damn."
Luna just shakes his head.
"I thought part of being a detective was being there to help people."
"And a part of being an artist is going where there's actual money to be made. If people don't need my help, I don't care. I'm not Sherlock. I just have skills and bellies to fill. And speaking of bellies…"
Luna's employee, Marcia, a rather overweight and permanently bitch-faced blonde lady walked over, carrying a coffee carafe full of what looked like dark feces and shooting a venomous look at Zane.
"The coffee machine's giving me attitude again," Marcia droned, showing further proof that she was just an angry robot.
"We just fixed the restrooms," Luna sighed. "I barely have money and now this. A million tech issues. See, Zane, this is why we need to help people. That way they come back to us for help and maybe they'll pay us to help."
"I understand that," Zane replied. "But seriously, turn it off and back on and see what happens."
"I tried, and it worked," Marcia spat back. "But it won't forever. And that's just the general philosophy, isn't it? If it barely works, it doesn't get fixed."
"I guess that explains why your ass is still on the payroll! Whoa-ho! Somebody stop me!" Zane bellowed and left, leaving a seething Marcia and a regretful Luna with her face in her hands.
"Can I kill him?" Marcia asked her boss.
"Just leave it be, he's harmless," Luna replied.
Zane walked to the Employees Only door and proceeded through to the Manager Only door. Opening it, he walked into a small elevator surrounded by metal plating and a hydraulic puller system. He pressed the up button and the elevator rose at a steady pace…into a wonderful living room. The back of the café lot was not a lot at all, but a huge couple-hundred-year-old tree with a massive treehouse network working through the tree itself.
He took a deep regretful breath at his purchase, smelling varnished wood from the ergonomic furniture around him, a mix of trees. Sounds of notifications, all from the state-of-the-art computer and entertainment systems, punctuated the air in regular intervals. He looked out the windows, which were surrounded by smaller windows fixed with a rainbow of stain glass arranged in shapes of flowers and stars and planets along with other meticulous detail.
The home base of the siblings was big enough for fifteen people easily, but it housed only four at the moment.
He heard the faint sound of murmuring and snoring. He looked at the couch where another inhabitant was sprawled out. Six feet tall and dressed in a navy blue jacket accompanied by plaid red and green PJ's, was Mac Oster, who, aside from Luna, was his best and oldest friend. And as best friends, they often pulled rather immature pranks.
For example, Zane now took this moment to take a scary mask from last Halloween, adhere it to a string tied to a stick, and lower it in front of Mac's face, gently moving it up and down to nudge Mac. Eventually, after about ten nudges, Mac stirred awake and as soon as he could clearly see what was in front of him, he began screaming. Zane started laughing.
Luna barged in.
"What happened!?" she yelled.
Once Mac's heart and breathing rate had calmed and Zane had stopped laughing like a malevolent maniac, Mac uttered, "Your brother's a psychopath."
"Oh, please, Oreo Bear, I'm a sociopath at the most," Zane replied.
"Oh, my God. I thought something had happened. You idiots," Luna said with a rather irritated tone that made her relation to Zane more evident.
Once the shock wore off, Mac was laughing along with Zane while Luna just rolled her eyes and just slightly smiled at them, clearly the most mature of the bunch.
"Cute," Luna sighed. "Did you tell him about the blank cards?"
"Blank what?" Mac asked, more alert than usual.
Zane tossed the blanks over to Mac, who checked them. "Pulled em out of a fat pack," Zane answered.
"What about the rest of the fat pack?" Mac asked.
"Normal," Zane replied. "Actually got some good cards, minus the remarkably lackluster ones. Or lack of anything, for that matter."
Mac took the cards over to a microscope placed them on a table behind the couch and began analyzing them. "They look perfectly all right. Just like any other card, except the fact that they are…"
"Completely fucking blank!" Zane yelled. "Who does this?"
"Calm down," Luna advised. "So you can't go back to Hannibal's and talk to him. Maybe just work with what you got. Use 'em as placeholders or coasters or…"
"Toilet paper!" Mac exclaimed.
Both Zane and Luna look at Mac with questioning expressions, who just looked excited at his idea.
"Okay," Zane replied. "Remind me to never touch your deck."
Mac just rolled his eyes.
"Anyways, try to not blow up at any more people and I'll make you some dessert tonight, okay?" Luna promised. "Chocolate?"
"Lots. Love you, Squishy," Zane answered.
"Love you," Luna gave him a one-armed hug and headed back to work.
As Luna left, the doorbell to the front door of the treehouse rang. Zane opened it to find a pair of ladies. A tall, blonde with blue eyes, looked down at Zane. Her long blue jacket and skirt with orange trimming complemented her pale skin, which accented her dark blue boots. She gave him a bored look and went back reading her Times magazine.
Next to her was a short dark-skinned Asian with big green eyes that matched her green blouse and a frilly pink miniskirt. The whole attire was covered in paint as she looked up at Zane ecstatically.
"No soliciting!" Zane exclaimed and jokingly tried to close the door, however, the blonde used her hand to force it open and gave him an irritated look.
"You're hilarious," the blonde grumbled and walked in.
The brunette walked up to Zane and said, "I think you're funny, if not a tad aggressive and clearly emotionally damaged. What made you this way?"
"Moving on," Zane concluded the exchange and walked over to his friends. Hannah followed him in.
"Hey, Hannah," Mac greeted the brunette, trying to smooth out his wrinkled garments, in the process.
"Hey, Mac!" Hannah replied as she looked over to the side table where Mac was working. "What's with the blanks? Making your own cards?"
"Ah, no, Zane pulled them out of a fat pack and he's upset about it."
"Who does this!?" Zane yelled in response. "Becky, you have people working for you. Any of them do this? Fire em."
The blonde, Becky, answered while clearly invested in her magazine, "I'll try to convey your feelings in every termination letter."
Becky then sighed, as she put down her magazine and walked over to the cards to examine them. "Someone went to some serious trouble to make em look really authentic."
Hannah, losing interest in the cards already, asked, "Where's Jack?"
A voice answered from the back of the room. "What? What!? Who's talking about me?"
Everyone looked around to where the voice came from only to see a tall, well-built Native American man sitting against a wall listening to gaming videos through his head phones. He was so silent that everyone missed him.
"So you heard my toilet paper comment?" Mac asked.
"Yep, and all your sleep-talking about how much you like Asian breasts," Jack replied.
Mac wondered about this for a moment and then just smiled.
"The blanks could be a prank by Wizards," Jack said. "Or maybe by Hannibal. Were the packs sealed perfectly?"
"Sealed, wrapped, box, and then the box was wrapped," Zane confirmed.
"Wizards?" Hannah asked.
"Wizards of the Coast. Publishers of the game," Becky replied.
Luna entered at this moment and looked at Jack. She walked over to him and kissed him on the lips.
"Hey, babe, where have you been all day?" Luna asked.
"Seriously?" Jack asked back, looking around. Everyone was amused by this, except Luna, who looked confused.
"So, what's the plan of action?" Becky asked.
"Apparently, nothing if I want chocolatey goodness tonight," Zane replied.
"Aww, he's learning. My brother's all grown up," Luna joked.
"Hilarious…," Zane mused back.
"So I should get on that library clean-up job?" Hannah asked.
"That'd be great. I'll join you later," Zane answered.
"Aww…," Hannah said then it dawned on her, he was full of shit. "No, you won't."
"No, I won't," Zane confirmed.
"Oh, hey, Sassy Lady," Becky said to Zane.
"Yes? He said, regrettably," Zane replied.
"Where's that cop chick friend of yours? Maybe she can look over the blanks," Becky inquired.
"She prefers Miss Cop Chick Friend, and she said she'd be around sometime later today."
"When's 'sometime later today'?"
The doorbell rang.
"Um…now?"
Zane walked over to the door and opened it to reveal a rather attractive girl with shoulder-length red hair and light blue eyes with freckles hinting her beige skin. Her black jacket barely covered her gun holster, but still contrasted well with her white button-up shirt, black suspenders, and a yellow-black striped tie. Her hip jutted to one side causing her thigh-high black pencil skirt to hug her hips, while her black flats calmed the look from overly sexy. Zane noticed a deck box that hung off the other side, concealing her deck. Also, that she was holding a thick manila folder, but his eye drifted away from that when he noticed a huge double chocolate chunk muffin in her hand and muffin crumbs around her mouth.
"Officer Eats-a-lot?" Zane chortled. "Sorry, no. Detective Inspector Eats-a-lot!"
"Bite me," the cop replied.
"Is that what the muffin said to you this morning?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Luna interrupted. "Stop being mean to my favorite customer. Come in, Mary."
Mary smiled at Luna and walked in, smacking Zane in the stomach with the folder as she walked past him.
"Is that a case?" Zane asked.
"Yep," Mary answered, "Weird one, vics are seemingly random and unrelated, all torn up with very precise bite marks on their abdomens, any ideas?"
"Yeah, don't go where they're going," Mac answered back.
Zane nodded in sarcastic agreement and said, "Anyways, they're in the morgue?"
"Yep, waiting for us," Mary replied.
Mac turned around from his check-up of the cards and asked, "Hey, the PSMP isn't exactly a branch of the government, so how exactly do you get these people to just hand over evidence and dead bodies to you guys? Do you use some spy techniques, some CIA/FBI/KGB contacts, maybe some fake ID's?"
"Um…no," Mary replied. "We use magic."
"Oh, right…that was obvious," Mac mumbled and returned to his work.
"Let's go," Zane announced. "Luna?"
"What, you just want me to leave my day job and go solving crimes with you?" Luna asked.
"Yes, just leave Marcia in charge," Zane answered. "Besides, you always hear about how robots replacing people's jobs. That can be you!"
Luna gave him a sarcastic smile, followed by an annoyed eye roll, then kissed Jack, and walked out the door.
The three of them drove in Mary's Ford Interceptor for a total of fifteen minutes, during which Mary proved that driving wasn't her most suited method of transportation. She had a lead foot, a disregard for traffic laws, and a disturbing degree of road rage. Fortunately, her rude comments to drivers were kept mostly illegible due to a constant stream of food entering her mouth. Unfortunately, Zane joined in on the screaming while Luna sat in the back, annoyed and mildly embarrassed to be associated with the two screamers.
Once they reached R.E. Jenner-Hait Medical Hospital, Luna was more relieved and willing to admit her affiliation with them. They walked down to the morgue and saw five bodies waiting for them. The mortician was passed out in front of the computer with half a sandwich in his hand. The meats inside were slipping out against the artery-clogging mayo-lacquered bread.
"Well, what do you think, Sherlock?" Mary asked.
Zane rolled his eyes and began opening the body bags, making mental notes of what he saw. Luna chose to look around herself to assist the investigation. Mary snapped her fingers in front of the mortician's face, with no reaction.
After ten minutes, Zane clapped his hands together.
Mary stood steady in anticipation, "So, what's up with them?"
Zane took a breath and replied, "Okay, all five have lacerations around neck and back, suggesting they were chased down. All of them have hobbled ankles, suggesting they were allowed to run while the chaser took shots at them with something sharp, due to ankles wounds and bruises. The pursuer could have caught them at any time, highlighting a sadistic attitude, showing a need to cause harm. This is cold-blooded murder. The bite marks on the abdomen are practiced and surgical, not passionate and imprecise. I would say a trained animal…except…"
"The claw marks," Luna finished.
"Exactly, five fingers. Four plus thumb. A human hand." Zane smiled. "No, it can't be. Wow. All your life, you wish and you wonder, and now…wow!"
"What?" Mary asked.
Zane twirled around, excited. "A mix of man and beast. The epitome of wrath and gluttony. Of rage and animal instinct. Intelligence coupled with power. My God, I have never…!" Zane is interrupted by Luna, clearing her throat. "What?" he asks. "Enjoying it too much?"
"A tad," Luna replied. "Remember. People died."
"Right…sorry…," Zane murmured.
"What? What is it?" Mary asked.
Zane looked at Luna, who sighed. "Fine, be happy!"
"It's a werewolf!"
This managed to wake the mortician up. He stood up and looked at the three of them. "Are you all supposed to be dead or alive?"
"Dead," Zane replied.
The mortician looked shocked and passed out on the spot.
"Really?" Luna asked, exasperated.
Zane whooped and ran out, his jacket billowing in motion behind him.
"Where are you going?" Mary asked.
"To take care of the wolf!" Zane answered from the hall.
Luna ran out after him.
"Where are you going?" Mary asked her.
"To take care of him!" Luna answered.
Luna caught up to him as they exited the hospital.
"So, got a plan?" she asked.
"Yes, we need to go a card shop!" Zane answered, excited.
"What? Didn't you already go to one today?"
"Not to buy, but to save."
"Wait, card shop owners are the target?"
"Ah, good, you're keeping up. Yes, vic number one, actually named Vic. Victor Rosas. Owned Vic's Comics on Main Street. Then Sally Descartes owned Philosophic Games near the old stadium. Cooper and Stan Salvatore, twin owners of Salvatores' Salvation Sanctum in the mall. And then-"
"Uma Redding, Redding Comics on 5th Street. I know her. She went to high school with mom."
"Sorry about that. Our wolf is making his way downtown. Which means the next vic is-"
"Hannibal Hogan of Hannibal's Happiness Hobby Shop. That's why he was leaving in a hurry."
"There's a wolf on his tail."
"We better hurry then," Luna said, then whistled for a cab.
Taking the cab down to Hannibal's shop, they arrive to see the door of the place had been ripped off.
"We're too late," Luna sighed.
"Wait out here," Zane said and walked in.
"Not likely!" Luna went in after him.
Immediately, the room felt weird and energetic. Zane and Luna's hairs stood on edge. Like that feeling…before a storm…before lightning.
(Youtube music: Eisenwolf)
Zane pushed Luna out of the way as a Lightning Bolt cut through the air and blasted the entire wall off, barely missing the siblings.
(See card: Lightning Bolt)
Zane looked up and saw the caster of the red spell. A tall man in dark clothing with spiky hair, breathing with growling grunts. He had glowing red eyes. The man slowly rounded upon his prey. Zane got to his feet and charged himself up for an attack. The man bristled with electricity. Luna got up and cast a spell on herself as the man launched the next attack. A blue mask appeared on her face.
(See card: Auramancer's Guise)
Zane countered with his own blast of lightning, forming a helix shape with the blast and pulling some energy towards himself.
(See card: Lightning Helix)
Luna's protective spell gave her time to send a counter spell to deflect the man's attack and blast him off his feet, as well as cover him with a layer of ice which began melting off.
(See card: Flashfreeze)
Zane glowed with energy as his Helix spell healed his power.
"Run, let's run!" Luna exclaimed. And they ran.
"Hannibal is having a horrible day!" Zane yelled back.
Suddenly, a howl pierced the air as the man shot out of the store at blinding speed, shot to the roof, raced across the rooftops, jumped off, and stopped in front of the siblings.
"Worry about our day, will you?" Luna mumbled.
The man smiled. He had spiky blonde hair and a trimmed beard, a ridiculously muscular body covered with black jeans and dark blue jacket with no shirt. He took off his jacket and dropped to all fours. He writhed in pain as the sounds of bones crunching as his body transformed, causing his skin to blacken. The arms elongated and he grew fur all over his body that was white, coarse, and matted with blood. His hands grew claws; legs became similar to wolf legs, just bigger and far more muscular, capable of supporting an upright beast. The ears moved up and came to points. The nose and upper jaw combined as razor sharp fangs grew and jutted out painfully. A long pink, tongue splashed saliva everywhere. The red eyes lost their sclera and became a disturbing, angry red with crescent pupils moving rapidly in every direction.
"Well…," Zane summed up. "Fuck."
The siblings ran. The massive lycanthrope rampaged after them, gaining speed with each stride, despite the bulky size.
"Hang on!" Luna yelled as she blasted the wolf with ice and trapped it in a massive cage.
(See card: Ice Cage)
"That's not permanent," Zane warned as the ice started cracking as the wolf began glowing, generating more and more heat.
"Which is why I hope you have an actual plan," Luna squeaked, wavering with anticipation and fear, mirroring the panic welling up in Zane's chest.
"On it," Zane said, more confident than he felt. He reached down, his hands sinking into the ground, using it as a platform for a portal into another hammerspace dimension. A dimension to store powerful weapons, out of which, with one swift motion, he pulled out….a throwing knife…
(See card: Throwing Knife)
"Are you kidding me?" Luna whispered as she and Zane backed away quickly from the now caving cage of ice. The wolf roared and thrashed his way out. Zane threw the knife back into the ground and it sank back into hammerspace.
"I need to focus! Not panic! Call your fiancé, Luna!" Zane yelled.
The werewolf roared. Luna pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.
"Not helping!" Zane yelled again.
(Youtube music: Fairy tail (Original Theme) No Remix (Fired Up theme))
The wolf charged at them. Luna tried to not run away to support Zane, who sank his hands into the ground again. The wolf was suddenly just a few feet from Zane when Zane swung what he grabbed from the hammerspace…which happened to be a massive volcanic hammer, which hit the wolf dead in the face and sent him flying. Zane then threw the hammer at the wolf. It charged in midair with another Lightning Helix spell, exploding with powerful force upon contact with the wolf and restoring some of Zane's strength.
(See card: Sunforger)
"How's that for a plan?" Zane asked.
"So glad you didn't say 'hammer time'," Luna replied.
"I thought about it."
The wolf got up and shot upwards, ran on the wall, and then swung down. The siblings jumped back to dodge him and shot repeatedly blasts of wind and fire at him, disorienting and burning him, but barely keeping him at bay, as it seemed he was slowly gaining strength through a spell of his own. He tried to retaliate with blasts of fire from his mouth.
(See card: Denying Wind)
(See card: Scattershot)
(See card: Firebreathing)
The siblings parried, dodged, and swung at the wolf, going back and forth, until Luna activated a powerful move, releasing waves of blue energy, letting a surge of mental prowess enter the two of them. The sun turned blue.
(See card: Blue Sun's Zenith)
Zane used the flood of power and mental clarity to gather volumes of strength and firepower. The sun turned red as Zane sent a blast of fire at the wolf and sent it flying back with a massive explosion. All the nearby cars were either upturned or their alarms were going off.
(See card: Red Sun's Zenith)
"That's a load of collateral damage," Luna warned.
"We'll deal with it after this," Zane started walking towards the still wolf. Suddenly, the earth cracked open underneath the wolf and swallowed it. Then it closed up, seamlessly, as if nothing happened.
(See card: Entomb)
"What the hell?" Zane whispered. Luna ran over, equally surprised.
Zane ran about ten yards ahead and looked around. Then he looked at Luna and shrugged.
"Guess we win! Maybe we don't need Jacky-boy to handle the big guns after all!" Zane announced.
Zane started to walk back to Luna when the earth erupted behind him and the wolf burst out!
"ZANE!" Luna cried out. But it was too late. As Zane spun around, the wolf grabbed him. They rolled on the ground. Luna ran to them. The wolf pinned Zane down and sank its fangs into Zane's side. Zane screamed in pain. Luna screamed in return...but in anguish.
Suddenly, lights flared on to the scene with a sobering sound of a car horn. An SUV rammed into the wolf. The wolf knocked away, got back up and ran off, fast as ever. Jack got out of the SUV and ran to Zane's side. Luna lit up her hands with a spell, ran to Zane's side, and began trying to heal him.
(See card: Healing Hands)
Zane's eyes rolled into his head and copious amounts of blood poured out of his wound. All he heard before he finally lost consciousness was Luna's cries, "Zane, no! ZANE! ZAAAAAAANE!"
(To be continued…)