Yeah! My first LoM fanfic! Well, I'm actually spoofing a bunch of fairytales by incorporating some LoM characters and places. I will also include a bunch of short stories regarding some LoM characters and events.

Note as of 10/14/11: I would like to reiterate a warning I posted in my profile. The formatting of the following chapters is God-awful (I think this website must've done some updates regarding the way the stories were parsed since I last dropped by). Content-wise, it's pretty okay (not up to my current standards, though), but the formatting may drive you nuts. I am too lazy to reformat the whole thing. -Kaylee

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed making them!

Lady Blackpearl / El Gato - (10/14/11) Kaylee: Old screen names. o_o Oh joy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Mana, Square does. Fairytales spoofed belong to their respective owners.

P.S. Please Read and Review!

Background: A mini-story starring Larc. Based on a fairytale. Takes place after "The Crimson Dragon"

Starring:

Larc as the woodcutter

Tote as the water faerie

It was a beautiful morning in the White Forest. There was a nice, small cottage in the forest, where two beast warriors lived. Larc, woke up to the sound of chirping birds and to the smell of frying eggs.

Actually, those were the smell of burnt eggs.

"SIERRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Sierra gave Larc a flustered look and said, "Look, I'm sorry—I didn't mean to—"

Larc cut her off and said, "We've been through this many times already. How many times do I have to tell you not to leave the eggs while you're frying them? You know what this house is made of, right?" He sighed.

Sierra groaned and said, "Look, I'm trying to manage my time wisely. While waiting for the eggs—"

"Does managing your time wisely include wasting eggs by burning them? It's a total waste of time, money, and fire wood." Larc pointed out, "Besides, what's so important every morning that you have to abandon the stove?"

Sierra got slightly abashed at his remark. "W-well…um…I-I…" she stammered, at a loss for words.

"Spit it out."

"W-well…"

And the whole story came pouring out.

"WHAT THE F?"

Larc exclaimed at Sierra's story. "Vadise can't do that! Over my dead body!" He started swearing. His use of four letter words was truly creative.

Sierra blushed in embarrassment. She just told Larc that the Woodings went on strike in protest of their fallen comrades (no pun intended), which forced Vadise to ban all kinds of logging in the White Forest.

Ever since Larc got out of the Underworld, he got a job as a woodcutter. He cut wood during Aura and Dryad Day and spent the rest of his days selling wood, building houses or making furniture.

He received a permit from Vadise, which allowed him to cut a certain number of trees in a week. He has been continuing this kind of life for about 3 years. His income wasn't that much, it was only enough for him to buy food for him and Sierra.

So when he heard about the total log ban, he was really, REALLY peeved at Vadise.

"Stupid dragon. I should have eradicated her when I was working for Drakonis," he muttered as her sat on the dining table, looking at his empty plate.

Sierra, who was frying eggs (again), shot him a glare. She was the dragoon of Vadise and didn't want to hear her liege's name besmirched by her brother. Using the pan, she tossed a fried egg to Larc's plate. Unfortunately, it landed on Larc's head, which was already boiling (his head, not the egg).

Larc, trying to keep his anger in check, peeled off the sticky egg from his fur/skin/hair, which he casually dropped to the floor. Ignoring the bits of yolk that was still stuck on his head, he said in his most calm voice, "I guess I have to go to Lake Kilma instead."

He reached for his trusty ol' axe, which was leaning near the doorway and rusted with age. He also reached for his bag of tools. He grabbed them and said, "Bye, Sierra!"

"But Larc," she protested, "your—" she picked up the egg on the floor (or what remained of it) "—breakfast!"

After 3 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds…

Larc reached Lake Kilma. There weren't many trees in the area. Most of the trees were withered and old, and they crumbled when he started chopping them off.

He walked around for a while until he reached the lake. He heard a grumble. Oops, that's me, he thought. He realized that he was hungry. I should've eaten that egg instead of tossing it on the floor, he thought with regret.

But when he saw the trees surrounding the lake area, he forgot all about his hunger and started sharpening his axe. The trees looked "healthy" and were just calling to be chopped off.

I don't care if I get into the faeries' bad side. These trees are just calling to be cut down. He started hacking on the tree nearest to him.

Look, that beast over there is cutting our trees! A faerie hidden from sight whispered to her fellow faerie.

I don't like him, said the other faerie.

Want to play a prank on him?

Sure!

Larc wiped the sweat off his forehead. Just 10 more and I'll make my quota for the day.

He heaved a sigh and raised his axe and hacked on the next tree. He was about to finish it off when he suddenly fell off balance and went tumbling down the lake.

He was able to grab on to a rock, which prevented him from falling into the lake. Unfortunately, same cannot be said for his axe. It plunged into the water, and sank faster than you could say, "My axe!", which was the line Larc happened to say before he started crying like a sissy.

Ha, ha. We sure made him pay! Said the faerie.

Yeah! I can't stop laughing at him! Said the other in between laughs.

Oh no! Here comes Tote! We'd better get away before he sees us!

Larc was sobbing so hard that he didn't notice a turtle come up to him.

"Sir, what is troubling you?"

-sob sob-

"Sir?"

-sob sob-

"SIR! WHAT'S WRONG!"

"…"

"I'M ASKING YOU, WHAT. IS. THE. FUSS. ALL. A. BOUT!"

Larc finally stopped crying. "m-my a-axe f-fell o-on t-the WATER?" He started crying again.

The turtle said, "My name is Tote, and I'm a turtle. I'll do you a favor and look for your axe."

Larc looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Ah, just shut up." Tote dived on the water. Larc stared at the water.

After 3 minutes and 59 seconds…

Tote surfaced and asked, "Is this your axe?"

He presented Larc with an Ishe Platinum axe, which reflected the sun's light. Larc shook his head. He learned the hard way that being honest is better than being a liar.

"Oh." Said Tote. He tossed the axe on the ground and dived once again.

After another 3 minutes and 59 seconds…

Tote surfaced and asked, "Is this your axe?"

He presented Larc with an AltenaAlloy axe, which nearly blinded Larc with its brightness. Again, Larc shook his head.

"Oh." Said Tote. He tossed the axe (again) on the ground and dived once again.

After 3 minutes and 59, nah, 60 seconds (hey! That's 4 minutes!)…

Tote surface and asked, "Is this you axe?"

He presented Larc with a rusty ol' axe, which barely reflected the sun's light. Larc started jumping up and down and said, "YESSS! THAT'S MINE! !"

Tote handed him the axe and said, "For your honesty, I give you these two other axes." He handed him the IsheAxe and the AlteAxe. Larc thanked him, and the turtle walked away and disappeared without a word.

But Larc's happiness was short-lived, for he didn't know how to go back to the White Forest while carrying the heavy logs and axes.

"TOOOOOOOOOOOOTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Come BAAAAAAAAACKKKK!"

And Larc chased after the Wisdom, the axes and trees forgotten.