Hello everyone, I'm new to FanFiction, but have previous experience writing. Anyway, this story is the story of how SetoSorcerer learned to actually be a sorcerer, an origin story of sorts, and I hope you enjoy it. There will be no pairings, just good old-fashioned adventure. This will be the first and only author;s note, and if you want to get the chapters earlier, be sure to follow me on Wattpad as they go there first, then are uploaded here. Well, time to start: Emprise of the Enchanter!

Carefully mixing in the ingredients, he waited until the liquid in the vial had turned a dark fuchsia. Then, he carefully mixed in a 3/4 pinch of magma cream..

BOOM!

The potion blew up in Seto's face, covering his normal white robe in a pink, sparkly mixture and black ash. Frustrated, he threw off his once-white hood, and stepped outside, out of his make-shift mage tower, away from the mess he made and probably would have to clean up, again. Thankfully, he had built his "mage tower" on the outside corner of an empty forest, so the chance of anyone seeing him while he was in sparkle mode was very minimal. He ran a gloved hand through his messy brown hair, and looked back into the window of his tower. It didn't look very good, as he saw pink foam rising faster than fresh-baked bread. He sighed, and leaned against the stone structure, thinking about how he had been so close. So close, yet so far. He had been trying to create a simple Instant Health potion, but had ended up creating an ever-expanding foam. Ever since he had discovered and took up the lost art of sorcery, it had only been one failure after another, and had to be much more patient and reserved. He had been pretty patient to begin with, so that was saying something. But, even now, his patience was trying him even harder than usual. This was his nineteenth failure in a row.

He had some basic information from some spell books he had rescued from an old library before the rest perished in a fire, but that had been several years ago. Not much had happened since, though. In those several years he had about, one, two successes? The numbers show that he was truly terrible at it, and at first he thought that all he needed to do was practice and learn along the way, but it seemed that he had only gotten worse as the months passed. Just gathering ingredients was hard enough, but he apparently lacked the magic touch, literally. Once in a while, an enchantment worked, or a potion fizzed to life from the combustion and fission of magical elements, but these even turned sour as they were the simplest of enchantments, like Sharpness I for diamond swords, and forty-five second potions of Poison.

These rarely ever helped him, not to mention his friends. When Deadlox had wanted a potion of Fire Resistance, he couldn't even brew past the Awkward potion stage. But the icing on the cake had to go to his hopes. The cake truly was a lie, this time. He had aspired to create balls of flame from his hand alone and hurricanes of wind with sheer mental will alone. So far, nothing. There was no one to show him, too. Magic was a dying art that no one had the answer to. It was disappearing faster than diamonds near Bajan. He got up off of the wall, as he had heard what sounded like the foundation creaking, and walked into the yard, just to be safe. However, he was heavily weighed down by his white, now pink, cape. He unfastened the single flint button keeping it on his shoulders, and took it off. Feeling the wet potion-drenched wool, he rang the cape out as you would a washcloth.

Suddenly, he heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel. His head perked up, and he looked down the gravel path. Someone was coming! Seto squinted his eyes to see who it was, but the high noon sun made the figure look black from a distance. Panicking, he quickly buttoned his cape back on, and started pacing, trying to find a way out. Normally, visitors were easy to deal with; he just hid in his tower until they left, pretending he was out gathering materials. If you haven't guessed it by now, he was socially awkward and couldn't banter on like others could. Once in a while, he made a comment or a joke that was funny, but those were just as rare as his enchantment successes. Now, he had no escape. He heard the wooden frame of the tower groan, and he saw the foam had almost reached the top. He glanced down at his robe again: yikes. His hood and cape were a magenta color, while his main robe and pants were a soft rose color; shoes a pale-morning cloud pink. The gravel footsteps were getting closer, and he had to think!

One of the options was to go into the forest; definitely not. Mobs lurked around every tree, the harsh sun shielded from their fragile bodies by the leafy branches of oak and birch. Realizing his last resort, Seto headed around to the back of the tower, seeing as there was no other place to go. He backed up and held on to the stone wall, eyes wide. The footsteps got louder, and louder, and even louder. Then, they came to firm stop with the last thunk of weight on the mixed stone, dirt, and flint. There was silence so piercingly quiet it could cut cloth. After a few crucial minutes, Seto's curiosity of whom it was peaked. Slowly but surely, he carefully peaked over the corner of the tower, and saw...

Deadlox.

It was Deadlox, headphones and all. The person in question had a strange expression as he managed to see what exactly was in the mage tower. Then, he froze, as if he felt he was being observed. Turning to face him, coffee met crimson as Deadlox spotted Seto's eye and bright garb around the corner of the building. After about ten seconds of exchanged glances, the first words that tumbled out of Deadlox's mouth were,

"Dude, why are you pink?" Seto, realizing that Deadlox could in fact see him, fully came out from behind the complex, and was faced with the task of searching for a shortcut to sum up a small story to explain his attire.

"I- er- um- you see- how are you?" He asked instead, desperate to be out of this situation. If he was actually a good sorcerer, he would have an Invisibility potion to get him out of messes and awkward conversations such as these.

"Well, we were trying out a new game, a jump map by some guy named Bodil, and were wondering if you wanted to come..." He trailed off, as if his mind was still trying to process what the heck was in front of him.

"Well- um, not to say that doesn't sound appealing, but I'm, um, busy." He said, embarrassed. He put his hand in his pocket, and began searching for an Ender Pearl, but to no avail. 'Please go away, Deadlox. Please go away!' He thought, panicking. But quiet the opposite happened. Finally, pink Seto had registered in Deadlox's head, and he broke out into a grin, and almost a laugh. Very, very almost.

"So, you can't go in your house.." Deadlox said, trailing off. Oh no. Deadlox never trailed off. Eyes on the ground now, Seto was silent. Deadlox's grin persisted, but now it was just plain embarrassing for him. "Looks like you have to come with us!" Deadlox's tone was more than cheerful, now it sounded like he had a funny joke he wanted to share with everyone. Everyone.

"But- but- " Seto stuttered, trying to get out and away. Deadlox's eyes seemed to question him, and then a playful but meaningful smirk grew in place of the grin. Seto knew that smirk all to well. He had an idea. Then, Deadlox reached up, and put a hand on his headphones, and pressed the neon green button that was cleverly hidden amongst other patches of neon green. Suddenly, it appeared Deadlox was talking to..

"Sky? Yeah, we're coming. The both of us. Oh, and Seto has a surprise." He waited a bit, and Seto watched him turn off the headphones.

"Sorry Seto, you're coming too!"

'How did I get myself into this mess?!'