Change my Destiny Reboot Chapter 1: The Familiar's Choice
1.2 UPDATE: CmD Reboot further enhanced. Some ideas that I had in the previous update conflicted with the canon details of the ZnT lore, so I had to take them out and replace them. Main character's powers and abilities are also homage to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and Dovahzul, the language of dragons developed by fans around the world. Lore for both ZnT and the Elder scrolls have been altered to accommodate my story. Do not expect 100% accuracy nor a full blown cross over. References will be made here and there, but I will not be adding any more characters from canon lore. Any characters added will be my own. I will do what I can to keep it consistent though.
1.1 UPDATE: I would like to go over a few things before you read this, something that I have been questioned on since I posted this. Please understand that I am no way offended and completely understand your concerns. My main character is overpowered in the beginning; I did it on purpose.
The thing that many people seem to not understand is that the ZnT universe is weak in terms of magic. Their powers are extremely limited and underdeveloped, and practically any universe can over take them down no problem; it was only thanks to the void that they haven't been yet. This makes it extremely difficult to balance things. Who is a character that can be considered strong, but not enough to be untouchable? What elements of the ZnT universe can be developed to help fight back?
Of all the humans in their land, only two are any real threat: Colbert and Karin the heavy wind. The elves are a different story. Its about time someone buffed up their universe.
I do not own Zero no Tsukaima, The Elder Scrolls series. The Dovahzul language was not developed by myself, but by the hardworking developers of . Go and learn Dovahzul, the language of dragons!
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There was once a man by the name of Astor. A man of great potential, he was the son of the ancient high elf king, and his human wife. Blessed with a strong, human body and the magical potential of an elf, his future was bright and filled with hope. His birth was a representation of the covenant between humans and elves, a bond that the two races hoped would never be broken.
That all changed with the Draconian War. A war that Astor started.
There was something that he pursued in secret, a task that had been long abandoned by his father's ancestors: The origin of humans and elves. The origin of life. A task he found, to be abandoned for no good reason. He discovered an ancient catacomb below his own kingdom, long and deep, with corridors and abandoned halls deep underground. There were signs of ceremony, ancient and bloody. His curiosity getting the better of him, he, along with his best knights and magi, proceeded downward to see what laid beyond. No one knows what happened after they descended, nor were there anyone who came out alive.
The ground tore violently open, and the world shook with an awesome tremor. There was no time for the world to scream. The once ancient city fell into the ground, the deep abyss swallowing the city whole. From it, rose a beast. A Black Dragon, with a single rider upon its neck. Astor. He then shouted, his trembling voice booming across the sky to the lands beyond.
Dovahkiin! (Dragonborn)
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7000 Years Later
"It's Louise the zero's turn!"
"What's she going to summon?"
"I bet there will be just another explosion! That's the only spell she can cast anyway, she said so herself!"
Louise blankly looked around at her peers, her anxiety swirling rampantly within. She showed nothing on her face, as her mother had taught her, but she couldn't help but furrow her brow in distress as her fellow classmates jeered at her. It didn't matter who it was. Human or elf, all of them were against her.
She was the last to perform the summoning ritual. Everyone had gone about their own, summoning creatures of all kinds. Cats, dogs, moles, bugbears, owls, a dragon... Tiffa managed to summon a magnificent, talking wolf even.
"You can do it Louise!" She cheered, her voluptuous chest bouncing as she did so, not to the notice of the males around her. The females sighed, not accustomed to their staring. At some point they just gave up trying, and let them stare. Most of them were faithful anyway.
Most of them.
"I wonder what she'll summon? What do you think Guiche?" asked Montmorency, her red frog familiar resting upon her head. She turned to him, catching him staring at Tiffania again. Growling, she kicked him in the shin, wiping off the smarmy grin and the red tint on his face.
"Ouch! M-My dear Montmorency, why did you do that?!" He shouted, clutching his ankle as he hopped on one foot. With a humph, she crossed her arms and turned away.
"That's enough children. Please remain silent as Miss Valliere continues with her summon." Professor Colbert silenced the crowd with a stern glare, giving Louise the peace of mind she needed. Giving him a thankful stare, Louise closed her eyes firmly and focused, the desperation growing. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest as she raised her wand, and with all her heart, she cried out.
"I beg of you... my servant somewhere in the universe!"Everyone hushed at her unique chant, whispering among themselves. Louise felt her heart lurch as she continued, squeezing her eyes tightly as she raised her wand.
"Please... Founder Brimir... God... Anyone... please listen!"
"Oh sacred, beautiful, and powerful familiar spirit! Hear my plea as I desire from my heart... and answer my guidance!" With a swift, slashing motion of her wand, Louise called forth the strange sensation within her. She had called upon it every time she had cast a spell, unconsciously or not. Many called her strange, heretical, or even insane at one point. Magic was controlled through Will-Power, the internal energy of magic that could only be tapped by nobles. Elvish magic was the same in that regard, but their casting required no wands.
But no one but Tiffania and her had ever been able to "feel" will-power.
She felt it surge within her, its power growing and growing, reaching heights that she had never felt before. A piercing pain shot through her body, and she arched in pain, dropping her wand. Her mind turned blank as she fell on her knees, the sounds of the world drowning out as her head began to spin. The pain was intense, but not unbearable. She forced her head up.
The world had changed.
Long gone were her classmates, her school and her professor. She found herself in the middle of a mountainous, brimstone wasteland, as if she had been brought to hell itself. The sky was a gritty orange red, her surroundings devoid of life. The ground was cracked, the light leaking under radiating with a fresh heat as if it would erupt with lava at any moment.
Across from her, was a boy in strange clothes. He screamed something, of what she was unsure. He stood still for a few moments, before he ran towards her, kneeling down.
"Hey, are you alright?!"
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"Just my luck. Now if the damn world would just stop spinning..." Michael snarled, slapping his face a few times. Of course going through a portal no one else could see was a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking? I know my luck is bad, but this is just cruel.
Shaking his head once again, the strange heat radiating around him gave him pause. Michael opened his eyes and nearly swore out loud.
"I was brought to hell?!" he shouted. Was I a descendant of a line of super villains that held the world ransom? Did I accidentally change the course of history when I bought the ice cream Auntie Serana didn't like? What did I do to deserve this?!
A figure caught his attention, further in the distance. He couldn't tell from all the meshing red and black colours, but it looked like they were hurt.
"I swear, I'm gonna get myself killed one day." Jogging towards her, Michael knelt down beside who appeared to be a school girl with pink hair. Is she a Pink Floyd devout or something? Offering his hand, he asked if she was alright. She was in a daze, her eyes blank, before the fear set it.
"W-What's going on? Where are we?" She whispered, terror rising in her voice. "This wasn't supposed to happen! Why did my summon go wrong?!" The word summon caught Michael off guard.
"Excuse me? You said you attempted a summoning? Are you senile or are you a cultist?" he asked. She glared at Michael.
"How dare you! The summoning ritual is a sacred rite that has existed in Halkeginia for 7000 years! And what's with your tone?! I'm a noble, a mage you worthless commoner! You should treat me with respect! Now what's going on?!" Her fear was replaced with anger, much to Michael's grief. But her words stopped his reply. Did she just say Halkeginia?
"Look, I'm just as much in the dark as you are. Now why don't you calm down before-" He started, but the world shook with a tremor, making the two lose their balance. The ground tore violently open, and the sky became a deep crimson, black clouds swirling into existence. There was no time for the them to scream. Michael's instincts urged him to move away as fast as possible. Grabbing the girl's hand, he went into a full sprint as the crumbling ground began to catch up.
"Wait! Where are we going?!" She shouted.
"Away from here! Do you want to die or something?!"
"But where can we go?!
"I don't know, but if you want to be the world's opening appetizer, feel free to fall, because it seems really hungry!" The girl turned back, and realizing the severity of the situation, she followed Michael's sprint. There was a deafening crashing sound, and they pushed their bodies to the limit, the adrenaline pushing them beyond. A roar followed.
The world stopped shaking, and the two slowed their sprint, gulping hungrily for air. The heat intensified as their sweat began drenching their clothes, and Michael turned, swearing out loud this time.
"You've gotta be shitting me."
A dragon. It was as tall as a skyscraper, its scales a moonless ebony black and its eyes a piercing yellow. Its exposed underside was a leather like, contrasting white. Bat like wings spread wide as it inhaled deeply, roaring towards the heavens.
"Nil...KRI LU!"
The girl covered her ears in pain, falling onto her knees but Michael only shook slightly. His pain was dulled by the horror of what he had just heard.
Void. Kill. Magic. Nilkrilu, the dragon's name.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, but it had been a very long time since he encountered a dragon that could speak. Dragons which could speak could only mean one thing: It was ancient, and it was powerful. Lesser drakes, dragons that could not speak, were led by them.
"Looks like we missed a few after all..."
"I... I can't... what is that thing? I've never seen a dragon like that before..." Louise whispered, her body losing strength. She sank down to the floor, and Michael looked around.
Damn it, its a barren wasteland. No weapons but rocks. Cover is almost nonexistent, but we might be able to do something thanks to that dragon erupting from the ground...
"Hey, get up. Unless you want to end up dragon dinner, we need a place to hide. You said you were a mage right? Can't you use some sort of invisibility spell?" Louise's cheek's flushed as he helped her up to her feet. She opened her mouth to reply, before pausing. She felt her uniform down, searching herself frantically.
"M-My wand... its gone!"
The dragon roared again, although for one reason or another it wasn't as bone chilling this time. It set its eyes on the two, falling down on all fours, snarling. Michael swore again. Quickly search his surroundings, the panic began to set in. Out of desperation, a plan formed in his mind.
"You better find it fast. I'll see if I can distract the dragon long enough, but if I die it'll be on your consciousness!" Michael starting running, circling the dragon and shifting its attention away from the pink haired mage. The dragon seemed to pay no attention to them, but Michael was no fool. He was well versed with dragon behavior, and there's only one way to challenge a dragon.
Shout its name.
"Nil...KRI LU!"
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Louise frantically tried to call out to the boy she assumed was to be her familiar, yet she hesitated, trying to grasp the situation. What was it that went wrong with her summon? Why was there a dragon? What was this place?
Why was this happening to her?
Everyone was right... I really am the worst mage in existence...
Feeling tears build up in her eyes, she held them back, clenching her fists tightly. Her heart twisted in her chest and she let out a soft sob, drowned out by the echoing crashes of the dragon stomping about.
But now was not the time for such self pity. The boy was right. She needed to find her wand if she wanted to get the two of them out of this mess. He was just a commoner, and as a noble is was her duty to protect him. Her family would be shamed otherwise. Neither could he stand up against a dragon of that size alone. But then again, could she?
Louise looked up, watching the boy as he kept the dragon's attention.
"Nil...KRI LU!" he shouted, the ground trembling beneath them once more. The power of his voice was beyond anything she had ever seen. The dragon turned its head towards him, roaring at the boy with ferocity. The boy took a predatory crouch, and the dragon inhaled. What was that?! Was that magic?!
"Yol... TOOR SHUL!"(Fire, Inferno, Sun) A blaze of fire shot forth from the dragon's mouth, and Louise felt a blast of heat wash over her as she screamed out for the boy to move. He stood resolute, unafraid, and did the impossible.
"Fo... KRA DIIN!" (Frost, Cold, Freeze). Louise stared agape as the two shouted at each other, literally. A blizzard came forth from the boy, locking with the dragon's inferno. It ended up being a stalemate, and the dragon stopped its flames to take off into the air.
"Mah... YOL LOK!" (Fall, Fire, Sky). As the dragon made another shout to the heavens, the clouds fell apart as meteors fell from the heavens, raining down on the land and destroying it eve further. Louise ran to take cover, and was surprised at the boy's athleticism. He expertly rolled, flipped, and bounced about like a professional gymnast, narrowly avoiding the dragon's surprisingly slow meteors. He was buying her time with his life, and she needed to hurry. Louise wiped her tears away, and began running to the rupture where the dragon appeared. Her eyes squinted as the heat seemed to grow, the air becoming thick and cloudy. Louise coughed as she searched the ground, following the faint shoe tracks back to where they started. Nearing the gaping hole, Louise gasped as she looked inside. It was an empty void, and looking in made her feel sick to the stomach. She could almost feel herself falling in, its darkness enveloping her soul. She shook her head.
"It should be around here..."
It was a difficult search, but eventually she found it. She was lucky it wasn't trapped under a rock. Turning towards the dragon, she gaped with awe as she saw the boy climbing its back, the dragon shaking and twisting in an attempt to shake him. He held on firmly as the dragon began to speak in a foreign language.
"Gaas Mun! Gaav vau do zey!"Its voice boomed across the wasteland.
"Are you insane?!" She shouted out loud. How could he even attempt such a crazy thing?! And he told her that he didn't want to die! Panic setting in once more, Louise rushed closer to the dragon, wondering how she would cast a spell on such a thing.
She was a failure.
When she found out that she couldn't cast any of the four elements, Louise's mother had pushed her, urged her, and even trained Louise herself in order to discover the cause. At first, because of the explosion, they had thought it to be fire. When that proved fruitless, Louise had met a number of tutors, and healers to find the cause. Nothing was wrong with her, and yet none of them could find a solution to her plight. It was this that had brought Tiffa and Louise together.
She remembered it like it was yesterday; another explosion, another room to clean. Yet, the elf had helped her out of kindness, something that no other student, aside from Tabitha, had ever offered.
I'm like you. I can't use any of the four elements either.
She didn't believe her at first, but when she saw Tiffania's mind wipe spell for the first time, she came to believe. Just like Louise, that was the only spell she could use. Louise could only cause explosions. Tiffa could only erase memories. It had brought her peace with herself, but not with her family.
The Rule of Steel, her mother called it. That one should not show any emotions in the sight of others, to maintain the morale and ideal that nothing is impossible for them. That their personal feelings would only get in the way of the battle.
Doubt began to set in. Her run slowed to a walk, and her walk slowed to a stop. She panted heavily as the heavy air choked her lungs, her uniform soaked with her sweat. The boy was on the dragon's head now, holding desperately onto one of its horns. The dragon shook its head left and right, but he wouldn't let go. Louise raised her wand, but her hand shook, the weight of her past bearing down on her.
You can do it.
A voice. It was a deep, masculine bass, one that seemed to wash over her like a gentle caress across an open wound. She didn't know whose it was, but her mind and body told her this voice could be trusted. Something about it set her mind at ease, and all her cares washed away.
Concentrate. Focus strongly on what you want.
Louise wanted to prove herself. All her life, she had been ridiculed, mocked and scorned by her peers. She wanted to prove to her mother that she wasn't a failure. She wanted to prove she existed. She felt the magic within her grow, bubbling within her like fire. It surged throughout her entire being, and Louise felt her magic go even further. Raw magical power that she had never felt before. She finally understood her power. It felt good.
It felt right.
Louise raised her wand with confidence, the voice inside her guiding her.
I believe in you.
"EXPLOSION!"
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THIS – IS – THE – WORST – BLIND – DATE – EVER!" Michael shouted as he held desperately onto the dragon's head. It shook itself violently left and right, Michael feeling like throwing up. Still, he held on, wanting to give the girl more time. He had looked back when he was climbing the dragon, and when he found the girl still searching his heart sank. Still, he made a promise to distract the girl until she found her wand. If she really was a mage, she could probably help him off this damn thing.
"Gaas Mun! Gaav vau do zey!"(Filthy human, get off of me!)
"Unt ahrk fus zey, hi hinzaal dovah!" (Just try and force me, you stupid dragon!)
"Vir yin hi! Zu'u fen-" (How dare you! I will-)
Michael spoke too soon. His instincts flared, warning him to get out of there. He wanted to move, but he had nowhere to go.
Nowhere but down.
The deafening explosion caught him off guard, blasting the dragon's upper body and loosening his grip. He had no choice now. The dragon roared with pain, thankfully moving away from the girl, and Michael pushed himself off the dragon, going into free fall. The adrenaline surged through him as he approached the ground with increasing speed. Calling the magic within him, Michael cast a spell, making his flesh as tough a stone.
It wasn't enough. He was falling too fast. Rolling as best he could, Michael felt himself break in several places, his organs crushing from the impact and his bones dislocating on the inside. Stone flesh only protected him from the outside, but his insides were still vulnerable. Michael couldn't help but scream out loud, cursing the world for not letting him lose his consciousness.
"God damn it... That hurt..." He spat, blood choking him as he lay on his back. And yet he was not worried. He had suffered worse injuries than this. It was a bit slow, but his healing factor kicked in. He felt his wounds close themselves, his bones return to their rightful place, and his organs resume their activities like nothing happened. The girl came running to him at some point, desperately calling out to him but he ignored her. After about a minute of resting, he was fully healed.
"W-What? How are you able to stand?! You just fell from at least ten miles high!" The girl gasped as Michael stood up. He shrugged.
"Ever since I was a child I've had this healing ability. But we can worry about that later." Michael turned to the dragon, which had once again set its eyes on the two of them. "We have a dragon to fight. You think you could do that explosion thing again? That was you right?" he asked, and the girl nodded. Michael massaged his sore throat, feeling useless. What was he to do? Distract the dragon again? He probably could, but he could only shout so many times and his healing factor was slow. Michael doubted the dragon would sit around a second time and let him heal.
"Dovahkiin..."
A voice from within his mind. It was a deep, masculine bass, causing Michael to perk up and search their surroundings on full alert. No one should know that name. The name of his clan. Dragon Born.
"What is it?" the girl asked.
"Did you hear a voice just now?"
"N-No... but I did hear one before I cast my spell. It encouraged me and... helped me cast."
"Did it speak in a language you could understand?" Michael wondered. The girl gave him a bug eyed stare, as if he had asked something beyond her comprehension. "Of course it did. Did he speak in another language for you? Louise replied. Michael shook his head.
"Sort of, but never mind that. We can deal with it later." Michael replied. The girl stepped forward, her back facing towards him.
"I'll distract the dragon this time with my magic; you focus on that voice and let it help you." She turned towards him, giving him a genuine smile. "Believe in him." With that, the girl dashed forward. Michael stood there for a few moments, stunned. How could she just expect him to suddenly trust this voice? Shaking his head, he closed his eyes.
"Dreh ni kos zofaas. Zu'u los hin grah-zeymahzin." (Don't be fearful. I am your ally.)
"Ful mu los fron?" (So we are related?) Michael asked. The voice chuckled.
"Ni uliid." (Not precisely.)
"Ruz vir vis hi tinvaak dovah zul?" (Then how can you speak the dragon voice?)
"Dreh hi lost tiid wah laan zey tol, uv dreh hi laan kon wah dir?" (Do you have time to ask me that, or do you want the girl to die?)Michael was silent for a long while as he listened to his surroundings. It didn't sound good.
"Flogah, Zu'u fen ov hi. Fos fen hi lost zey dreh?" (Fine, I will trust you. What will you have me do?)
"Dreh hi mindok fahvos nunon hi vis vahraan ven hi dreh?"(Do you know why only you can heal the way you do?)
The truth is he didn't, but ever since Michael was born he had his healing factor. It was a strange and horrifying occurrence the first time he experienced it, when those around him were smashed to pieces in a terrorist attack. Something within him awoke, a desire to live on, and he felt something, whether magic or otherwise, flow through him from his heart like blood. It healed his wounds, and gave him a strange understanding of Dovahzul like no one else. He could learn, understand and become one with words much easier than others, making his shouts more powerful. It was still difficult, but it did not take the years of training his brothers and sisters went through.
"Zu'u nis gelaar tul. Ko tiid, hi fen mindok. Nuz fah nu, dahmaan daar rot..." (I cannot explain yet. In time, you will know. But for now, remember these words...)
"Fraan Yiir Maat!" (Feel, Gaze, Judge) Michael declared, and an ethereal black energy manifested around his feet, swirling around his body and lashing around him. Michael convulsed in pain as something within him awoke, a dark power that nearly consumed him. Unbearable pressure forced him into the ground, and black hatred washed over him as years and years of torment pierced through his mind. Memories of unknown origin forced themselves into his brain.
He couldn't make out every detail. Something was happening, an apocalyptic sort of event. Bodies lay everywhere, dark blurs soaring around the sky. The cries of the wounded echoed as Michael fell onto his knees, the vision blurring out everything else. He saw a glimpse of pink, then a splash of red. He wanted to scream, but he could not move.
"Daar los hin aluntiid, daar los hin mahtiid. Meyz mul, ahrk vuldak nii. Tinvaak nu, rot wah vuldak hin aluntiid! " (This is your future, this is your destiny. Become strong, and change it. Speak now, the words to change your future!)
"FUS RO DAH!" (Force, Balance, Push) With fierce tenacity, Michael shouted towards the sky, breaking free of the darkness surrounding him. The pressure lifted, the sheer ferocity of his shout breaking through the force pressing down on his inner being.
Michael opened his eyes, his vision blurry, his throat burning and his legs trembling. He searched frantically for the girl, finding her ways away from where he last saw her. She slashed with her wand,her explosions keeping the dragon at bay, but Michael could tell he took too long. She was slowing down, her spells taking longer and longer to cast. Michael rushed forward, ready to join the girl.
"Kept you waiting, huh?!" Michael shouted as he zipped past her. The dragon missed its bite, fiercely snapping its jaws at the girl. Michael took the chance and jumped in front of the dragon, inhaling deeply. Power surged through him as his dragon blood hummed with his soul, empowering his shout.
"Fus... RO DAH!" Michael shouted. While his shout wasn't powerful enough to throw the dragon as far as he has hoped, it caused it to stumble backwards, its head thrown back. It roared towards the sky in annoyance.
"You're back!" she started, but stopped short as Michael held his chest in pain. Each breath was heavy and agonizing; he could feel his body weakening. He guessed he could only shout a few more times.
"D-Don't worry, I'm fine-" He replied, but was cut off as the dragon fell on all fours. It was bleeding, and from the looks of the burns and wounds that the girl's explosion's caused it was tiring out. It opened its jaws once more, and a black, ethereal ball of energy began to manifest within its mouth.
Michael stared blankly. If monster mash plays at the theatre taught him anything, its that charged attacks were usually very destructive and very powerful. It was getting desperate. He reached out and grabbed the girl's hand, putting as much distance as possible.
Do not fear. Your shout will protect you.
"I heard his voice this time!" the girl exclaimed as the dragon's attack grew larger and larger. Michael looked down at body, unsure of was still growing and his body can't handle more than eight shouts a day, and didn't know if his next shout would damage his lungs. . He opened his mouth to reply but a hand on his shoulder broke his thoughts, and the two of them slowed their run to a stop.
"You can do it. Trust it. I think he means us well." the girl said with another smile. She was cute when she did. Nodding once more, Michael stepped forward.
"Alright then. I'm going to block this thing's attack. You charge up whatever you have left and blow that thing to smithereens!" He turned to her with a grin. "After all this is over, I'll take on a real date." The girl flushed, sputtering a reply that was drowned out by the dragon's final attack. A shining, white beam of energy charged at them, making Michael's heart pound in his chest. He crouched low, readying himself, focusing on the words.
Force.
He waited patiently, until the beam was close.
Balance.
He inhaled.
PUSH!
"Fus... RO DAH!"
A blue shock wave erupted from Michael's mouth. His shout caused the ground to tremble, stopping the attack but he felt extremely drained. He fell to his knees, deathly tired as his lungs burned before screaming "Do it!" To the girl behind him. She was glowing with a pure, white energy now, an aura of holiness that glowed bright at the tip of her wand.
"EXPLOSION!"
On cue, an explosion, the biggest yet, blew the dragon to dust. The concussive blast lifted the girl and Michael off their feet, sending them several meters away and onto their backs. The dragon wailed one final time, and a loud crash followed. The world became silent, and the black clouds faded away, the world returning to its, if it could be called that, original state. An orange sky. A silent wasteland. The and I held our breaths as the smoke cleared, exhaling loudly as the dragon lay still on its belly.
"Man, talk about a hellish first date." Michael laughed, falling back onto his butt. It hurt just to laugh, but he didn't think anything was bleeding. The girl panted, not replying, staring at the dragon impassively. She soon joined Michael on the ground. The world remained silent.
"Say, you said this was supposed to be a summons right?" Michael asked, breaking the deafening silence. The girl let out a hum in reply. "Is there anything else that we need to do?" She paused, before wearily standing to her feet.
"Actually, yes. I'm surprised I didn't think of it. Come on." She said, offering her hand. Michael took in and she helped him up to his feet, the two standing across from each other.
"Come to think of it, I don't even know your name." asked the girl. Michael tilted his head before smiling.
"That's true. Although I don't blame you, with all that was going on. My name is Michael Diaz. What's yours?" The girl flushed, looking down at her feet all of a sudden.
"L-L-Louise. Louise la Blanc de la Valliere." Michael noted how different her name was, and remembered what she said about a place called Halkeginia. He would have to remember to ask her about it later. He opened his mouth to reply, but Louise closed her eyes, and he sensed a strange power manifest around them. A circle with a pentagon appeared on the floor, glowing a brilliant green. Michael stood still.
"My name is Louise la Blanc de la Valliere. To the pentagon that holds the five powers, bless this one and yield him as my familiar..." With a wave of her wand, the circle grew brighter, and Louise tapped her wand on my head. She then dropped her wand in her skirt pocket, before looking at me nervously. She cupped my face in her hands.
"Be grateful, normally no one would get this from a noble in their lifetime!" she hissed spitefully into my face. Michael shot her an arrogant grin. Closing her eyes once again, she leaned in, slightly, before yelping out in surprise. Michael swept her off her feet, leaned her back, and kissed her deeply. Time seemed to stop as the two kissed, staring into each others eyes. When Michael finally pulled back, he gave her another cheeky grin as her face became a darker shade of crimson.
"W-W-W-WHAT THE HELL YOU IDIOOOOTTT!" She screamed, making him drop her onto the floor. She scrambled onto her feet and her energy seemed to return as he let out another playful grin, dodging her explosion as she swiped her wand with a spiteful vengeance. Before he knew it, the world became white.
"You'll stay with me as my familiar... right?" Michael heard her voice as the world faded away. He smiled.
"Count on it."
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Everything was going according to plan.
The hooded figure watched from a distance as the two finished the familiar contract. He felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering when he too was first called to be a familiar. But he would not be like his predecessors. He would help them grow and help them become strong, to defeat the oncoming storm.
As the two began chasing each other, he released his magic holding them in this realm. The black beast they defeated melted away unknowingly, returning to his person, and the realm around them shone a brilliant white.
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Words of Power: Fus Ro Dah, Unrelenting Force
Herin Lies The Words Of The DragonBorn, Transcending History And The World.
A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold...
Here lies the guardian
Keeper of dragonstone
And a Force of unending
Rage and darkness
Locked away in the dark
Maintaining the Balance
Between the spirits of
Life and Death.
But the Guardian will
not yield to his changed fate
With unrelenting force
He began to Push
This was something I've been considering for a very long time now. But after much reviewing, speaking with fellow fan fiction writers and real life friends, I decided to reboot this series. I've completely revamped the entire storyline, scrapping certain ideas, changing others and adding a fresh new look on the hero's back story. I've been working on Change my Destiny for years, and while I am sad to see it begin anew, I am excited to see where it will go. Please review, and tell me what you think of the new character; don't be afraid to be honest! Thank you for reading, and enjoy the story.
