If I owned wizard101 or pirate101 I wouldn't be writing fanfiction

so no I don't own Wizard101 or Pirate101

In a spartan room the middle of nowhere a young man was pacing back and forth before collapsing into a small bed and letting out a wail full of despair that could be heard from miles around.

"I have battled ancient monsters journeyed across vast distances defeated mighty armies but this is something else never have I faced such evil such madness such… "the boy would have continued with his monologue was not for the fact he was interrupted by the sound of wood on wood

THUNK

Looking for the source of the sound the boy's eyes came across a figure standing in the middle of his doorway. The figure stepped into the light revealing it to be an ancient crocodile like humanoid figure with a hunch back carrying an old walking stick. The elder had a face full of wrinkles, grey skin, a white beard, and was wearing a long white robe with a pale red outline, and gold jewelry.

"Alright little one that's enough "an amused voice seemed to force itself out of the ancient's throat.

"you shall make us late to the celebration Aaron" the figure wheezed to the youth who had decided to take a break from his pacing to collapse onto an old bed with a sun emblem on the headrest. Rolling on to his side the boy looked to his guest and frowned.

"what is there to celebrate about Alhazred the Kroks are still on the warpath with many Manders miserable under them, we still aren't sure where the Krokonomicon is and when I defeated Krokopatra and her lieutenants it just opened the door for someone else to take charge". The boy wondered out loud. With an animistic growl his guest began to speak
" you say we have nothing to celebrate yet so much has been done by so many we have liberated countless Manders, the ghosts of the Ahnic and Djeserit tombs have been soothed, Krokotep was able to remember the hero he was so long ago, and the ancient evil that was Krokotopia has been put to rest. yes, not all is ideal, many lives were lost, and it took for Krokotep to enter his final rest for him to come back to us, and the Kroks still march to the drums of war. You must remember to keep balance in all things including how you view your actions and of those around you. We celebrate because we can we celebrate to remind ourselves have our triumphs, and what we have to lose if we fail. As he started the speech his eyes began to glisten with long buried memories and his voice became melancholy known only by those who have lost everything. After a long pause where nether of the occupants of the room said anything one felt it was wise to stay silent and the other lost in long buried memories the elder of the two cleared his throat and gesturing towards the doorway

"now come it is time to make our exit" the elder said as he began to make his way out of the way. Seeing that there was no way out for him and feeling a little guilty the boy apparently named Aaron got up with a sigh and went out the door into another room. This one was larger than the previous room. It also differed in that the floor was made of sand and had slightly more decorations scattered about. On one side of the room was filled with seemed to be treasures from previous adventures such as a set of dragon heads, a stuffed mummy, and along the wall was hanged weapons ranging from small golden wands with different color feathers to golden staffs, and from masks to swords. On the side of the room the decorations took a more mystical route as they entire wall was covered with nearly identical plaques the sole difference being the single market the very center. While at each of the four corners had a single floor, torch giving the room minimum lighting. At the center of the room was a single training dummy. As he stepped further into the room he saw a tail exiting through a worn wooden door. Scowling to himself Aaron picked up his pace as he reached the threshold of the door he stopped for a second as he stared at it for a split second before turning the handle with a sigh. Once he got outside ne started to look left and right taking note of everything he sees.

"everything appears to be order the sand dunes are shifting, the wind is as dry and lifeless as ever." Nodding to himself Aaron continued his walk as to a single wooden plank at the edge of the ground. As he reached it was that revealed that the plank connects to another piece of land that seemed to laugh and mock at physics as floated in the air without a single reason why. At the top of this island was standing next to a solitary door was Alhazred.

" I was wondering if you would honor me with your presence young one" Alhazred croaked as Aaron came into conversation range.

" yeah yeah I know time waits for no one that punctuality is a virtue, yadda yadda I heard you give those lectures time and time again" Aaron groaned as he came up to the door. As he got near enough to the door to reach for the handle he found himself falling to the floor right after experiencing a short but sharp pain in the back of his skull. Rubbing his head, he got to his feet and tried to get his bearings. With a groan, he began to examine his surroundings noting the lack of follow up attacks, attacks, or indeed anything that showed he was attacked.

"what just happened" he asked the only other (barely) living creature. In response, his companion just sighed and gestured with his arm to show off the old staff he was carrying.

"it was me who struck you" he admitted.

"why" he asked uncomprehending Alhazred is a wise man, creature, err whatever he is. He didn't want to fight me for he would have attacked me with Locus Swarm. He must have had his reasons. Think what could have possibly driven him to do such a thing. It must have been something to did such as disrespecting his teachings or to teach me a lesson. I got it

" you hit to show me that I must never let my guard down even among people I trust." after all it couldn't have been because of me mouthing off to him he's way above such a petty thing.

"sigh what am I to do with" Alhazred groaned. Seeing his teacher upset Aaron thought of what exactly to do.

"don't worry sir I swear I shall never relax enough to let someone do that to me, and every time someone asks me why I'm so jumpy I'll just tell them of the time the great Alhazred hit on the head. Instead of the expected response all the elder did was to hold out his staff to Aaron and slowly but forcefully slammed Aaron's hand into his face with it.

"why"

"my hands lack the ability to do what you young people call a facepalm or a slap for that matter" was all that he said. With that parting remark Alhazred stepped closer to the door and disappeared in a flash of light that was bright enough to blind Aaron.

"someday I will grow in wisdom until I have become enlightened enough to understand such cryptic sayings.

On a cold and quiet night on a world of science and magic of justice and villainy whose inhabitants fought each other like cats and dogs one lonely girl was walking on a crumbling rooftop littered with well litter. Unlike her surroundings filled with dull red and lighted by pale stars, the girl was dressed in a vibrant purple suit with a gold trim matching her boots and completed by a rather large hat with a single feather on the side. She was sitting down on a ledge watching a pile trash As she continued her way she began to speak out loud.

"Well I've have been walking back and forth for about …" she trailed off as she squinted at her left arm then her right

"whoops silly me I don't have a watch" she laughed to herself "I don't suppose any of you fine gentlemen lurking behind those crates have any idea about a group of no good thieves trying to rob this neighborhood have you" she asked seemingly to thin air.

"oi boss I think that she sees us" came a nasal voice from behind a small crate.

"Well she definitely knows now ya dingus" an annoyed voice growled from a secondary crate not too far away.

"Would you two idiots shut up "came a snarl from yep you guessed it another crate

"Alright calm down my friends I believe it would be most prudent to answer back as it would be rude to ignore a lady isn't that gents." A smooth voice called out from well you could guess by now. Then at a lower volume "Follow my lead or you'll regret it" clearing his throat he stood up revealing a short rat like figure complete with brown fur, beady eyes, a set of ugly teeth and a pointed nose, dressed in a simple black and white suit" I'm sorry to say this but I don't know what you're talking about miss right lads" he asked pointily

"Y-yeah what he was saying we just are playing a game "the owner of the first voice revealed itself as it spoke showing himself to be another rat but instead of being well-dressed was covered by brown rags and a hood.

"If you boys were playing a game which one was then" came the amused response

"W-well y-you see "the rat in rags attempted an answer to no avail luckily salvation came

"why nothing more than a god old fashioned game of hide and seek" another rat identical to the poorly dressed one piped in

"then why you are playing so late at night"

"err because it's easier to hide like that" the rat tried

"Then which one of you is the seeker"? came the bemused reply

"Ugh the what" came a confused question to that reply from yet another ragged rat. Who understandably was confused about this whole mess he could have sworn that they were going to quote the boss "rob those self-righteous pricks blind"

Chirp chirp

After a long pause where the rather well dressed rat realized that the others seemed to have begun an audition at the Spanielspeare's Boston Globe for the prestigious part of a statue he decided take matters into his own hands.

"oh that particular person has yet to find us you see he he" the lead rat hurried to explain when he saw their interrogator raise a single eye brow at this. As she seemed to be at a loss he took the time to come up with a plan.

"Well now that I think bout it the lass has a point bout it being rather late don't cha agree lads". The lead rat reasoned with a rather pointed look at his fellow self-proclaimed hiders. As they just stared back in confusion he decided that a subtler approach was needed. "In fact we'd better call it a day lads and -skaddle right on out of here. "Deciding that should be enough of a hint to clear him of responsibility of any unpleasantness that may occur he decided to make an exit. As he walked briskly to the next roof over his comrades seemed to have concluded that acting was not for them and made to follow him Wait what am I doing I am not giving up that easily. "AAAAAAAAAAGH" the rat was unable to finish his thought probably because of the searing pain coursing through him.

" What the hell was that" he snarled to the other rats.

"B-b-beats me bos-s al-l I s-saw wass a f-flash" came the terrified response from one of the rats in rags.

"ello boys I must say you lot really erred when you tried to sell me that big ole bundle of lies now didn't cha" an amused voice mocked from behind them." You would think a group of criminals would now better to insult a master diviner with a lie so criminally obvious really I'm insulted"

" now that I think about it the lass has a point bosss" one of the rummaged outfit wearing rats admitted

" oi shut yer mouth or you'll regert it. " snarled the well dressed one.

" oh contraire it was a fiendishly clever plan were it not for the fact that none tried to say hidden in case your seeker showed up.