H-hello! *Nervous Chuckle* WOW! Has it really been about 10 months since I've posted anything? H-HEY! It's not my fault I got distracted... For anyone who doesn't know me, it wouldn't surprise me, since I've only made one Fanfic and it was on a video game, and not an Anime/Movie crossover. Well, I won't keep you waiting much later from the story, so without any further stalling, I present the (embarrassingly small) first chapter of: Descendant of A Hero! *cough* Yeah I'm not good at making names...


Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, a student attending the esteemed "Tristain Academy of Magic" was somewhat nervous. Scratch that, she's such a nervous wreck that the slightest movement was instantaneous and her mind was moving several miles a minute, which didn't help her get much needed sleep for the big day that would determine the rest of her life. 'Not like anything could make it any worse...' She thought gloomily to herself, 'unless I don't summon anything tomorrow...' And with that, she shuddered thinking of ways to escape her mother's wrath. "I'll figure it all out tomorrow… Hopefully, the Founder will have mercy on this loyal servant's unfortunate situation." WIthout another word, the petite girl collapsed onto her bed, and drifted into unconsciousness. Little did she know, that her wish would be granted, and it would be no ordinary plebian. While the night passed peacefully, it wasn't so in another plane of existence...

A young man was leaning off of a stone wall while checking his armor and gauntlets. It seemed to him that this was the millionth time he checked his gear as he waited for his time in the field of glory. 'Umbrius Afer Volumnius', the name of the young and upcoming Gladiator, had the unfortunate luck to be thrown into a wager match his first round in the small Colosseum-esque arena. Right after he marked his name on the competitor's list, the names were drawn into a raffle, and it was a one v. three with the catch of the one having no armaments. The odds were insane. Whatever was bet on the one without weapons would practically own half of Rome after the fight. The other men were armed to the teeth, so these odds were extremely low risk for those running the bets, and it was a quick, cheap way to earn some easy coin. Unfortunately for them, they didn't know that "Umbrius" was a prodigy in any form of combat.

It was going well for him. A few scrapes and scratches from close calls from dodging around his foes. Much to the delight of the people in the crowd, the young man was making a show of the current deadly situation. Taunting his enemies when they began to exhaust, making rude gestures and comments about their respective mothers and where the fighters liked to shove certain objects only helped fuel the crowd's amusement and the beter's ire. How could one man, one boy cause this much trouble for them? The men who would owe an insanely large amount of coins to some people ballsy to bet against the odds grew more and more visibly nervous as the boy took out one man, then another, and was circling around with the last one. The boy was being cautious not to get too close with his opponent still armed with a bident and was sporting several new wounds for his attempts at disarming the older man. He was formulating a plan when the man across from him spoke.

"Deditionem puero nihil prosperum habebitis." He was wanting him to surrender, but that would not stand! His ancestors would torment him endlessly when he is visited by Pluto. "Ego non vis." The boy responded and the man grunted and assumed a more aggressive stance. The boy instantly went on the defense, and was doing admittedly well for one as young as him against an ex-Legionnaire. When the old soldier over-extended after growing frustrated with the young whelps taunting dodging and was punished with a lightly armored fist into his face. Honestly, how could a boy be so lithe and punch like a boar running at full speed? The man didn't spare another moment before recovering from the blow and lashing out at the lad who deftly dodged, but was quickly tripped by one of the Gladiators who recovered from his injuries. "End eum!" the grounded man cried out, though his fingers and hands were being crushed he did not relinquish his grip on the boy's ankle and leg. Without another word, the oldest among them nodded solemnly and walked towards the struggling form of the boy. As the man plunged the bident into the boy's abdomen he whispered one thing as the boy spasmed, yet refused to yell in pain.

"Pluto accipit vobis…"

As the boy's life flashed before his eyes, his last thoughts fell on his mother. He let her down. He let his family honor down. No one would know though, only whatever God deemed him worthy of their attention, and his ancestors in the afterlife. As everything grew cold, and his vision was turning from blood red to a pitch black, he heard a girl speak in a faintly familiar language. Maybe he was stuck in some ungodly dream that he would never wake from, or his mind wasn't accepting his death and was extending his life…

He gave into his darkness as a warmth began to overtake his body, and jostled a little and gave a grunt of pain whenever he was dropped onto what he could assume was the land before the River Styx, and groaned when he realized that he couldn't afford the price of the Ferryman, Charon, and would wait in agony for near eternity to cross.

He was so lost in his thoughts and musings that he didn't hear the gasps of shock and horror before raucous laughter surrounded him as taunts were thrown towards a pink haired mage...


(A/N) Yeah, alright. I will admit, I could make it longer, but It's 2 a.m. and I threw this together in about 40 minutes after brainstorming for an hour. And for those who's waiting for the next chapter of TFoC, I'm sorry to say that my focus will probably be on this, but the next chapter of that story is underway! And as for the Latin used... I will admit that I used Google translate *flinches* BUT I DO KNOW SOME LATIN! Just not enough to write a story with... If anyone wants me to put up the translations, just ask, since I know what I'm trying to make them mean (PLEASE don't use GT, you'll just get even more confused...) Well, until next time, thanks to whoever decided to check this out: Kerota, out.