Hello again! It's me JD with the second chappie of BOAGF! Oh that sounds redonkulous!
So enjoy the second chap, and also tell me how frequently I should update. So I won't leave you guys on cliffhangers for too long! :)!
11 years later...
Jade's POV
Ahh...today is gonna be an awesome day! Today my uncle is going to take me out shopping for new clothes, and he's also going to take me out to the new magic shop that my cousin opened in Ireland. I here that Ireland is a major magic hotspot, with most mythical stories originating there. I think India would have been better since, you know, my magic originates there! My mom is always saying that I am destined to become the Jade D'argon, so she says that I should get my mind off India. But how could I? I just love the songs and the fashion...wait, my uncle's calling me!
When I get out of my room, I look at my uncle. He seems...sad. I don't know why. He's always grinning.
"Rana, I'm afraid that our little shopping trip has to be postponed."
Immediately my heart drops.
"Why?" I ask.
"It's just that... I have something more important to show you."
"What could be more important than this?" I say as I turn away, a bit teary. I never had some time alone with my uncle. I also barely go shopping!
"Much more, Rana."
I do a mini-gasp. When ever my uncle uses my real name, even though I prefer to go by it, it usually means that it has something to do with my magic.
"Come with me, Rana."
He goes up to my bookshelf and picks out a book of opening spells, the hard kind. I don't have that kind of magic, but I like to read. My uncle waves his hand in a intricate pattern, and my closet door slid open to reveal a flight of stairs to a secret level. I didn't even know my closet had a secret level! I would have made it my secret lair!
My uncle started down the stairs. I followed him down through a eerily familiar staircase...have I seen it somewhere?
Blue and green sparkles twirled around teal colored wisps of magic. The color combination reminded me of something...
When I was in second grade I went to an elementary school for all D'argon descendants - trust me, there are a bunch - There were two boys and they were brothers. One was in 6th grade and the other was in my class. They always wore green and blue, respectively. I can't remember their names...was it Connor and Matthew? Or something else? I do remember that the older one had ice and water powers-LUCKY- and the younger had plant/earth/animal power. Remembering that was kinda spooky. Why would I remember that at this time?
By this time me and my uncle were at the bottom of the stairs. The room was dark, so by instinct I lit my finger with a magical flame.
"Don't, Rana. It disturbs the magical balance."
So I blew the flame. Don't object my uncle. You'll regret that.
He pulled out a gem of water from his pocket and used an activation surge to play out a hologram.
Holograms meant two things. One, some dead person left a message for you and now you're listening to it. Two, you're seeing your fate.
This was definitely option two.
Two sparks of blue and green each flew over to the screen. They danced around Until they formed two figures, one blue, one green. Hmm...
They also created a teal figure of me. Hmm again...
My figure moved closer to the blue one, as it grew farther from the green one, like they had an argument. Then the green figure deepened into a dark greenish-black color, like it was growing evil. Fast. It moved away from the blue figure to an evil black figure. It sought magical help. And he got it, with dark, purely evil magic. Yech.
Then the hologram spritzed and spazzed into nothingness. Absorbed into the shadows.
Wait, absorbed into the shadows?! Shadows for us usually meant...EVIL BEINGS!
My uncle immediately threw his arms up and shot light orbs towards the the swirling shadows. Two of them went down, like that. The others were infinite shadows!
They raced toward my uncle. I quickly threw a force field and stunned them for a few valuable seconds and ran to him.
"Quick, unc! Help me with the force protection field!"
Both of us threw up our hands and struggled to keep the field against the clawing hands of the Shadows.
By now I knew who those two figures were.
The Kratt Brothers!
So I sent them a mind message:
'HELP!'
ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ
Meanwhile...
The Wild Kratts are taking the day off. Aviva's making a bird caller to help the bros find birds more easily. Koki's talking with an older Wild Kratt kid, just to check on how she was doing with taking care of her new bunny. Jimmy was playing Minecraft, eating pizza, and sleeping, all at the same time. It was like Jimmy's superpower, being able to do that. The bros, well, let's just say that they were setting another speed record on the buzz bikes, while crashing into trees, straining to look at creatures.
"Guys, if you keep that up you'll be down in no time!" Aviva giggled at her little joke. "Remember what happened with the humming birds?"
Both of the bros spotted chipmunks, and crashed into a helpless ash tree.
"Oh, brothers." Koki shook her head.
"You could've broke the tree!" Aviva added.
"Y'know, that tree's harder than it looks." Martin whined, rubbing a bruise on his forehead.
"Martin's right. Plus the impact couldn't have hurt the tree but it sure hurt us!" Chris said. Both of the bros looked like they were in a buffalo stampede.
"Jimmy, get the first aid kit!" Koki called.
"Jeez, if the bros keep crashing like this, we're gonna need an industrial size first-aid kit!" Jimmy groaned.
"Add that to the supply list, Koki!" Aviva laughed.
"Will do!" The girls and Jimmy did a snort triplet.
"Hey! Writhing in pain here!" Martin and Chris said at the same time.
"Not exactly, but we're a'comin'!" Koki replied.
Martin sighed, and started looking at one of his cuts. Something caught his eye. The cut was slowly freezing shut. Martin did a double-take and looked again. The cut was sealed and cold to the touch. But how? It was summer! Somehow he was always cold and he never seemed to need water, but this was new. Self-healing!
"Hey, Chris!"
"Yeah Martin?"
"Look at this!"
MK pointed to a cut, and wow, was it deep. But Chris noticed something else: The cut was steadily closing and freezing over with new skin.
"Aviva, come here!"
"What's wrong, CK?" Aviva raced over with the first aid kit.
Martin stretched out his arm and pointed to a big bruise. It slowly froze over, glowed a soft white, and returned back to its original skin color.
"What?! Martin, what is this?! How do you have healing capabilities?!"
"How the heck am I supposed to know? It just started!"
"I really need to see what's with your blood. Hold still..."
Aviva used a syringe to extract Martin's blood. It took Martin by surprise, thus creating the chain reaction of Martin screaming his head off.
"AHHHHHHHH NEEDLE! DON'T TOUCH MEH!"
"Martin stop screaming! I already got the blood."
"AHHH- oh, sorry."
Suddenly Martin and Chris clenched at their heads. They heard something-no, someone- talking in their head:
'HEALP! HELP ME!'
Who was that?, the brothers thought.
'COME TO THE HOUSE ON THE CORNER OF KENDALL STREET AND PLEASE HELP ME!'
Immediately both of the brothers ran to the house, not knowing what to do. But they both had a peculiar thought in their minds:
'Rana!'
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AN: So, peeps, impressed? Please be impressed. Also, cut me some slack. This is my first fanfic, so suggest more...flame never!
Bye gaiz!