Aaron was flung back, a sickening crunch resonating around the empty alleyway as he collided against one of the buildings. He peeled off like a stain, leaving a spider web of cracks on the wall he gracefully crashed against.

He landed on his feet, but only temporarily. His balanced faltered and forced him down onto a knee. He had gash horizontally across the top of his eyebrow. Blood flowed down the right side of his face, resulting in forcing his eye shut. Scratch marks littered his face and arms. Speaking of, his arms were scorched, and the sleeves of his sweater were charred, shredded and tattered.

"T-this, could have gone better," Aaron chastised.

He was cornered, pinned against the wall and before him the looming form of a wholeheartedly PISSED mage. His grunts stood behind him doing their very best to look opposing. Despite that, said grunts haven't bothered to move since the fight started, either meaning complete confidence in their boss, or dared not get in the way of him.

Whichever of the two still would have established Magmon as powerful.

Aaron sighed, standing to his feet shakily. He gingerly placed a hand on top of his gash wincing as it stung. He wiped the blood off his face and attempted to stem the blood flow. It was quite the deep cut, he worried it might scar.

"You dare look for Igzeli is your pitiful state? You're but a boy playing with magic," Magmon stated, his calm fury lacing every word.

Despite himself, Aaron smirked. He may have been at death's door, but that didn't mean he was going to go down begging. He'd never give anyone the satisfaction. Magmon seemed to notice his intentions and scowled deeply.

"You'll suffer the fate many others who opposed Igzeli have: D-"

"Death?" Aaron finished, in an amused tone, even if it sounded forced.

Magmon's knuckles clenched, going a ghostly white. Then in an instant he snapped the palms open , two small orbs of magma shimmered into existence. At first, the size of a peach seed, but slowly and erratically growing. The two orbs looked thin for actual lava and had the viscosity of water. It appeared to flow just as easily too. It allowed for even the small gentle breeze to influence their shape. From oval to sphere, to triangle to all other kinds of shapes, the magma continued to grow and grow.

Aaron smiled wryly, noticing the magic power reverberate throughout the area. Magmon's hazel eyes burned with an agitated fury and his head looked just about ready to blow it's top off like a volcano. The comparison was uncanny.

"Magma Magic: Vulcan's Retribution," Magmon intoned.

He clapped his two palms together combining the two pools of lava into one significantly larger one. The man seemed fine with how the lava slowly consumed his hands, then forearms all the way up to his elbows. Then, bending his arms closer to himself, he quickly thrust forward towards the incapacitated mage. Aaron snapped his eyes shut and defensively shielded his face with his arm.

He was certain the impact would be hot, searing and completely agonizing. Yet, after a few seconds, and without anything of the sorts affecting him. He cautiously peeled an eye open.

Standing before him was a hulking man, easily taller than his measly 5'7. The giant before him was at the very least 6 feet tall. He was incredibly muscular as well, easily the kind of person one would expect to be a gym teacher, or a personal trainer. As for why he was standing before him, and not six feet above him was because there was a blue translucent dome around him and Aaron.

"Aaron," The new man said, his voice gruff and annoyed.

The teen in question shrunk at the tone, "H-heey there, Cliff, Uhm, lovely wea-"

"Save it," He interrupted, and Aaron as a result looked on in complete horror realizing just how infuriating it was to be cut off.

The man tilted his head side to side, letting the joints in his neck crack. He slipped his massive hands into his fur coated jacket and scanned the alleyway, acknowledging the presence of each enemy.

But only just, he smirked and looked at them in a haughty fashion before turning his back to them and facing his wounded ally.

"Aaron," He started, "Care to explain? Now."

The response was instantaneous "Uhm…. W-well, I, uh, baddi- Bad gu- bad people are h-here, S-"

"You DARE! Turn your back to one of Igzeli's Will?!" Magmon shouted, his hands engulfing in lava.

Aaron whimpered in completely devastated horror, realizing he was not only interrupted once but twice, and by two separate people no less.

"Continue with your explanation," Cliff said, ignoring the outburst and glaring at the teen before him, he paused for a second before continuing, "Don't. Stutter either."

'R-right! I mean, Right! I took out the mission looking for Igzeli's Will," Aaron hastily explained, straightening his posture, going so far as to salute. He winced afterwards, only remembering then that his body is more or less a bloody pulp.

"That's S-rank, it's out of your jurisdiction,"

"Uh… Well, It was the only solo mission avaliab-"

"Silence," Cliff said, leaving absolutely no room for argument, "look at yourself. This was reckless and stupid, I expect this kind of behaviour from Daniel, not you,"

"...Firstly, STOP INTERRUPTING ME," Aaron stopped to wince, and quickly placed a hand over his gash, as it started to bleed profoundly again, "Secondly, I'm aware of my 'behaviour', but in all fairness this mission never had any actual combat involved!"

Cliff opened his mouth to answer just as hotly, only to turn his head, and come face to fist with a thoroughly enraged Magmon.

The explosion that followed was immense and the grunts had to quickly duck for whatever cover they could find. The shock wave shattered glass and any bird in a mile radius took flight. The dust cloud consumed the whole alleyway, denying sight for any of the grunts or the magma mage.

"Imbeciles. Be it one. Or two. You both. Die before. Me," Magmon said in between breathes.

"So… you were still here?" Cliff casually asked, almost as if he didn't just get hit by a magical nuke.

On the other hand, he definitely did, thus unnerving Magmon ever so slightly, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. The magma mage took a cautionary leap back creating space between him and the begrudgingly clear threat.

The smoke dissipated revealing the man, Cliff as the other mage called him. He still stood facing towards his fallen ally but at the very least turned his head to the side showing a narrowed brow and a piercing blue eye. Magmon scanned him over, trying to wrap his head around the prospects of such a powerful mage slipping through his sights. The man had blond hair buzzed and well cropped. He was clean shaven. Work boots, brown pants, his jacket. Sure, they all sparked some slight recognition, but only like a face one can't quite put a name to.

Cliff sounded familiar, especially to Magmon, but he simply couldn't quite pinpoint it. The source of his problem turned to face him. Cliff cracked his knuckles in a menacing manner before smiling cockily, eyebrow raised and teeth baring.

But then, and only then did Magmon finally piece everything together, his belt carried the Sonic Fortuna logo, but even more importantly, carried a chain of keys.

Magmon's red eyes widened in realization. The man before him wasn't just any random mage. It was Maddox, Clifford Maddox the Champion of the Stars.

Magmon may have been blinded by rage at first, but nothing immense existential fear couldn't solve. He was feeling anything but anger at that given moment in time.

Maddox was popular around Fiore, and as such Magmon took the time to study the man and what was known to the public. It was ordained by Igzeli, and as such he would do so with gusto. Learning about the celestial spirit wizard however truly frightened the magma mage. He considered himself powerful, but what Maddox accomplished seemed otherworldly.

Magmon was in over his head, the only remaining course of action would be to evade and flee the monster standing before him. Report back to Igzeli, take whatever punishment the master sees fit, but ultimately. Survive.

Magmon quickly created a large amount of lava from his palms and launched it towards Cliff and Aaron. He didn't bother to check if it connected before turning and retreating.

He rounded the corner, slipping due to turning too sharply. He crashed into a few trash cans, but it did little to dissuade him from stopping. He got up quickly, turned around and spewed more lava onto the floor.

Magmon then quickly raised his hands and created a large wall of magma, completely blocking the path. He hardened the magma into solid stone. Satisfied he allowed himself a temporary respite.

"Ohhhh! It's him, it's him, it's him! I can sense it!" One voice said in an overly excited tone.

"Hmm, good. We'll mark him and be done with it," Another said quite blandly and void of emotion.

The two voices were enough for the magma mage contemplating . He turned fast enough to give lesser men whiplash. Standing on all fours, was a two headed dog.

Canis Venatici, Maddox's go to celestial spirit, or at the very least the most publicly known. Magmon cursed his luck, and his lack of foresight, since when would any celestial wizard not have their spirit summoned before a battle?

Magmon slowly inched away from the two headed spirit. He flinched when his back touched the very wall he created. It prevented him from going any further, leaving the canine to stalk forward, baring their teeth and claws.

Magmon's head was spinning, running at a thousand miles an hour just to find the right course of action. But a sudden instinctual desire to live kicked in, ushering him to move from the wall. His brows raised as he undoubtedly felt the cold stone presence of his pursuer on the other side. He dove to the side at the very moment a huge large X carved itself into the igneous wall.

Seconds later Cliff came bursting through leaving the wall in complete rubble. The man was wielding two curved daggers in a reverse grip.

Magmon got to his feet and pointed his palm forward, magma already starting to form. He was pinned down ferociously by Canis Venatici. Magmon struggled for almost a full second before he heard a pair of low growls by his ears and far too close for comfort.

Cliff walked towards the mage and got onto one knee, "You said something about, one of Igzeli's Will?" He paused and waited for a reaction, Magmon's eyes widening in lamented horror was the tell he needed before continuing, "elaborate."

Canis Venatici growled, enunciating the demand.

Sonic Fortuna's guild was beautiful, strategically located, but above all else, huge. It had three storeys, the first for the bar, dining area, quest bulletin board and lounge. The second for sleeping quarters, washrooms and the infirmary. The final floor was S-rank exclusive, where the Guild Master's office , S-rank quest board and lounge for the pinnacle of Sonic Fortuna resided.

It was in the third floor where Aaron was currently seated. More specifically inside the Guild Master's office. The room was small and rectangular. To one end was the door, the only entrance and exit. To the other end, was a desk with a large window behind it. The curtains were donned in gold, symbolizing the guild's colour theme. There were a total of three chairs present in the oaken floored room. Two plush seats with armrests to the side facing the desk, with one being occupied. The final chair on the other side, presumably for the desk. Clifford Maddox was leaning against the door, watching in morbid satisfaction as Aaron was being chastised by his guild master and mother.

He was sulking and evidently shrinking before her. It was quite clear that if anything scared him more than Cliff, it was his mother.

She circled around him, shouting and screaming about things he long stopped paying attention to. All he could think of was just how eerily similar his situation felt to a vulture and a carcass. Wait, hasn't he thought of that somewhere before?

"Are you even listening to me?" His mother asked, she stopped circling him and crossed her arms.

"Yes," He said, she waited expectantly to which he haphazardly responded, "I took the trash out last week,"

A facepalm resounded through the office, and Aaron turned to look at the source, Cliff.

"Aaron," the Guild Master said, her no nonsense tone snapping the teen's attention back onto her.

"Look, I'm sorry," Aaron said, "I just got carried away, I mean, I know it was dumb, Cliff told me too. I learned my lesson,"

"Oh? Explain to me what that lesson was,"

"Not to get caught in combat with superior opponents,"

"NO!" Both Cliff and the Master shouted. They both sighed.

"It's not my problem," Cliff mumbled, he then turned to the Master and raised his voice "Aguila, I'll wait outside," he said, rubbing the side of his temple, massaging a pounding headache.

He left quickly after, presumably to remain nearby. He still hadn't reported to her about the mission, the actual mission, not the fiasco rescue one.

"Aaron, it has become apparent that my leniency towards your behaviour has left you spoiled,"

"Pfft, now I wouldn't go that far," Aaron shrugged in his seat, brushing the notion aside.

"As such, from this point on, you are prohibited from coming to the third floor, like the rest of the non S-rank members," His mother said with complete and unwavering conviction.

"WHAT! But m-... ohhhh no, I'm not about to beg,"

"Good, for it wouldn't change much. Additionally, you are banned from taking solo missions until I deem you ready,"

"Exc-wha-wai! HUh! No, that's not fair!"

"Nor was it fair to Clifford, he isn't your glorified babysitter," The master explained in a forced calm.

"..."

"You need to spend more time talking to your guild members," She said in a softer, mothering tone, "how many do you actually know by name?"

"I know Chris, and Cliff… and, uhh…. Jared?"

"Jurabi,"

"Right, Jurabi… and that's not helping my case… is it?"

"You are dismissed, If I catch you undermining any of these restrictions, there will. Be. consequences. Am I clear?" The master asked, each word pronounced crisply and commanding his unyielding attention.

'Y-yes Ma'am Mom! I mean Master Ag-Master Mom!" Aaron yelped squirming out of his seat.

He sloppily saluted before hastily making his way out of the office. He practically slammed the door of it's hinges as he bolted towards the stairs.

Master Aguila sighed, shaking her head in amusement. Slamming against the wall, the door quickly rounded it's course and came back. But before it could close, a work boot stuck itself into the doorway.

"Aguila? May I?" Cliff asked, slowly peeking his head through.

"Sure, I could hear some good news," The master said absently, stretching her tired arms.

"Well, I wouldn't consider it exactly, good news," Cliff warned.

"Start from the beginning," Aguila said, taking a seat at her desk.

"I subdued the target. Currently he has been ushered into custody. However, before I gave him to the knights, I managed to extract some intel from."

"Legally I hope," Aguila mumbled, leaning her head against her open palm.

"Right, legally. Igzeli's Will, turns out to be more than just one person. Igzeli also happens to be someone rather than something," Cliff concluded.

"Hmm, well done, I'll assume you'll be looking for the other Wills?" Aguila asked.

"Of course, but it'll take time. He disclosed a few locations, but they all circulated around Malba."

"That's fine, take as much time as required, but do not engage Igzeli, report back to me after finding something of worth."

There was a clear pause that stretched on for a few seconds. The two stared into each other's eyes with a determined focus, his blue to her green. After a few more seconds he simply resigned, with a short, "very well".

He was half way through the door when he heard a soft thank-you. Whether it was for the completion of the mission as a whole, saving her son, agreeing to her request or a combination of the three, he didn't know. What he did know was that she was quite frugal with the term and disliked its usage.

The walk down the stairs has been the longest Aaron ever felt. Perhaps it was the gravity of the implications finally sinking in. He'd never be able to take them up again. Less it be to speak with his mother and that was a whole other can of worms he preferred not to disturb.

The staircase was a beautiful spiral, positioned in the center of the room. With marble steps and a golden railing, it was the very picture of classy. Despite it's beauty, Aaron couldn't help but sulk. His privileges, basically his rights have been stripped from him.

Sure, he may not have been S-rank to begin with, but the others still looked to him as someone of superiority. At the very least, he hoped. He never truly did spend much time around the other mages.

Sonic Fortuna was founded five years ago. After an incident involving his mother inspired her to start a guild. He still chalks it up to one of her unpredictable and spontaneous decisions. Much like adopting his brother. In fact, the two choices were intertwined with one another. One day after his mother returned from council work, she brought back a teenage boy with her. Aaron would describe the boy as impeccably lazy, and if asked now, he'd still do the same. However, he considered his brother Chris to easily be his best friend. Mostly due to a lack of friends, but nevertheless someone he treasured deeply. It took a bit of time adjusting to a new face and person. But after overcoming that he grew deeply attached to his older brother.

One brother who also happens to be S-rank and would totally allow him on missions!

With that in mind, Aaron continued marching down the spiralled steps, only sparing a moment's glance to a few people loitering on the second floor.

The first floor was what some would consider, oxymoron. The stairs still remained in the center, but the room was obviously segmented for it's purposes. Yet, despite the blatant distinction from the bar, and the lounge, or even the mission board, it all felt like one large blend. Like a salad that had all of the vegetables tossed in. It looked chaotic, but still no matter how many vegetables that were placed in, it would still retain the overall look of a salad. In other words, it was the very definition of chaotic order.

Aaron hastily made his way to the one place he knew he'd find his brother, the lounge. Or more specifically anywhere in the lounge that allowed his brother to rest his head on. It only took a goldfish's memory before spotting a familiar head of dirty blond hair.

Aaron was just about to walk up to his brother until the realization hit him like the side of the building did 2 weeks ago. Chris was awake! AWAKE! He was awake and totally looking at the mission board, it wasn't even the S-rank one either!

"C-chris!? Hey?" Aaron choked out, this was all so very difficult for the teen to take in.

"Hmm? Hello Aaron," The man in question greeted, turning away from the board and facing his younger sibling.

"Give me a moment," Aaron said, raising a finger, and breathing profound large gulps of air.

"You'll hyperventilate," Chris deadpanned, his brows sagging, and his grey eyes dull and slightly unfocused.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Yes,"

"Uh-huh, so you're taking a mission? Shocking, hey! I know! Let's do it together, just like good ole times? What do you say?"

"Well…"

"No Can Do!" A new voice said, the tone perky, bubbly and just far too energetic for either of the two siblings.

The owner of said voice quickly popped into Aaron's peripheral, a small woman, standing maybe a whole foot shorter than Chris. He was able to come to that conclusion because she was around a whole foot off the ground. Moreover, she happened to have clamped her arms around his neck and used him as some obscured form of transportation. Chris didn't bother to resist, favoring to sigh instead as he turned to face the mission board again.

Aaron watched the spectacle dumbstruck, speechless but mostly just annoyed.

"Why's that? You going on a mission with him or something?"

"Yea! He promised to work today, so the team's gathering up!"

"T-team!?" Aaron sputtered incredulously.

It was one thing to see Chris working, it was another altogether to see him commit to seeking it out. Aaron internally debated with himself, was Chris is some shady affairs? Scandalous ones? Who was the pretty lady anyways? Aaron's eyes flickered up, looking at the pair, who still happened to be in the same childish position as before.

Looking Chris' teammate over in detail showed that she was probably as athletic, or more so than himself. Lean and toned legs poked out for under her white skirt, and she kept her navy blue hair in a long ponytail.

She noticed him staring thus prompting her to snicker before dismounting her teammate. In one motion she landed on her feet then leaned far too closely into the teenager's face. Said face burnt crimson at the proximity, forcing him to reel back.

"Oh please don't stare, you'll make my blush, you know?" The woman feigned bashfulness, placing her open palm against her cheek and sighing dramatically.

"Spare me," Aaron coughed out, which caused the young woman to laugh.

"So, who are you? I'm Izumi," The woman, now dubbed Izumi asked.

"Aaron… You know, one of the founding members of this guild,"

"Oh…" She said.

"..."

"..., Chris did you pick out a mission yet?" Izumi asked suddenly, shifting her focus back onto her teammate.

The teen facepalmed, but ultimately favoured in leaving his brother and teammate be. He heard some indignant shouts about 'not falling asleep standing' as he left.

Aaron found himself thinking about his punishment again. To be kicked out of the 3rd floor was a massive blow to his ego. S-rank mages resided there, the cream of the crop, the heroes, the most powerful mages of Sonic Fortuna, and most likely Magnolia too. But, now he was stripped of such a luxury. Perhaps he never deserved it to begin with, but all he truly used the 3rd floor was to rest and read in silence. Even if all 3 S-rank mages were present, one was his almost near constant sleeping brother, the other was an ex military man, and the final was some tomboyish girl he's probably only seen enough times to count on his finger. In other words, 2 of 2 mages he knew would probably prefer to just remain quiet leaving the variable of the final mage. Additionally, Aaron's a stout believer that it's quite easy to ignore one person if one's willing to try hard enough. Meaning, the 3rd floor was a perfect place to embrace the silence.

It's not to say Aaron disliked noise or sounds, it was just that conversation was never a strong suit of his, or at the very least, the act of socialization. He enjoyed hearing his own voice, just not others. The teenager walked towards the bar, watching as the bartender worked to satisfy the heavy drinkers of the guild.

The man frantically worked in constant refills, mixing drinks, refilling the drinks he just made, and doing his best to serve in under a minute flat. Aaron wouldn't give the man another week before he resigned, just like all others.

"Virgin rum and coke please," Aaron asked, taking a seat on the stool.

The bartender stared for a second before reaching under the cabinet and tossing a can of pop at the teenager.

"Thanks," he said, catching the can and cracking it open.

The fizzy and chilled contents went down his throat with little effort, revitalizing him.

"Hiya! What's up Aaron?" A boy asked with so much cheer that the teen in question nearly gagged.

Aaron looked to the side, seeing the youngest member of the guild. He had light brown hair and eyes, as well as wore a green hoodie. His name, it was David, if Aaron recalled it.

"Hey,"

"I'm Daniel by the way." David sai- ?

Aaron nearly spewed his beverage, but managed to clasp a hand before his mouth. The sticky contents of the pop seeped through his hand. The bartender without any hesitation tossed a napkin his way. Aaron gladly grabbed it and started cleaning the mess he caused.

"Hahaha, that was funny! Was that a spell or something?" Daniel asked through his laughter.

"I think I've met enough mages for one day," Aaron murmured under his breath, still cleaning his hand.

"But seriously, what'cha doing here?"

"I… uh, was going to take out a mission," Aaron cursed his lack of composure, Daniel tilted his head to the side innocently.

It did little to calm Aaron. After all, this kid was still as tall as him, and if that didn't sting his pride, telling some 15 year old he was more or less grounded would certainly have.

"Another solo spy mission?" Daniel asked, drinking from his own cup of grape juice.

Aaron didn't even recall the kid ordering, "No, I'm thinking of teaming up with someone,"

"Really? Who?"

"Uh, I haven't decided yet,"

"You don't have anyone to team up with?"

When he said it like that, it definitely stung Aaron's pride, he laughed uneasily, cursing the child's stupid curiosity. He was way too old to act like this. Aaron took a swing from his can, finishing it. He used that as any decent excuse to get up and make his way to leave.

"Hey! Wait, If you need a team, why not ask Jurabi? He's been looking for a 4th for his mission, he asked me but I had to decline,"

Aaron paused, and turned to face Daniel. The teen smiled in response before pointing to a table, one that had a far too handsome man sitting at it. Aaron shrunk at the prospect, but decided it was probably the best chance he'd have, less he waited for Chris to finish his mission with Izumi plus co.

The table was round and made of a stainless steel. As Aaron approached he noticed in the surface's reflection just how unkempt he had his black hair. He quickly ran his fingers through it like a proxy comb.

Jurabi was sitting calmly, with a mug placed on a coaster and a few books sprawled open. He was completely engrossed with his readings, not even noticing how his framing hair concealed his eyes. With closer inspection, Aaron noticed the books were encyclopedias, specifically revolving around vegetation.

"Hey, heard you need one more for a mission," Aaron started, taking a seat across from his counterpart.

Jurabi looked up and nodded.

"Uh-huh, that's great then! Count me in,"

"Really? You want to work… together?" Jurabi asked, raising a quizzical brow.

"Yes, is that strange?"

"Quite, you've rarely ever set foot upon this floor," Jurabi said calmly, already putting his focus back onto the book in hand.

"Yeah, but the Master insists I learn better cooperation," Aaron brushed off, waving his hand in a nonchalant fashion.

"Very well, I'll go get the others,"

"What? Now?"

'Will that be a problem?"

"Well, no..." Aaron said lamely.

Jurabi closed his book, and gently placed it over top the others, creating a neat pile before making his way towards the stairs. Aaron subconscious got up before realizing it. Shrugging he decided to follow his fellow teen to the second floor.

The dormitory was quite simple in design. The stairs may have been in the center of the floor , but said floor was neatly divided with the girls to the right and boys to the left. Thus prompting all kinds of alarms in Aaron's head the moment he noticed them heading right.

"So, she's a girl?"

"Yes, they both are,"

"Oh-wai-whaaaaat?" Aaron

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no, of course not, just surprised is all," Aaron stammered, he noticed the skeptically confused look Jurabi gave him and decided to elaborate, "I mean, you seem like the 'pretty boy' kind of person, doesn't dealing with girls, I dunno, bother you?"

"I don't think I understand what you mean,"

Of course not! Pretty and humble? What the hell is this guy? Aaron thought, smiling nervously as he watched Jurabi rapped his knuckle on one of the many doors.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming already!" a snappy voice called from the other side.

The two boys heard a bit of thrashing, something that sounded like glass crashing and nervous gulping. No wait, that was just Aaron. He gave a pleading look to the back of Jurabi's head.

The door cracked open, revealing two orange eyes. They immediately cast upon Jurabi and deflated.

"Oh, it's just you," She deadpanned before opening the door completely.

"Hello Mabel, are you ready?" Jurabi asked, seemingly unfazed by the blizzard-like tone he just received seconds ago.

Aaron was impressed, not only was his fellow male able to endure the humiliation of a snippy tone, but he was also able to look up to the significantly taller girl. She was easily half a foot taller than him. Aaron knew he'd undoubtedly shrivel up and wilt like a dying flower had he have to suffer half of what Jurabi just did.

"Aaron, this is Mabel, Mabel, Aaron, he's our fourth for the Golden Egg quest," Jurabi introduced.

Aaron nodded towards her, "Nice to meet you," he said, raising a hand for a shake.

"So, we're picking up Elise then?" Mabel asked, turning on her heels to face Jurabi directly.

And thus utterly and completely ignoring the other male in the hallway. Aaron numbly shook his own hand, shriveling up like a dying flower.

"Not needed, she's in Magnolia already. We'll meet her by the station," Jurabi explained.

"Then let's get going already!" Mabel half said, half complained.

She led the charge, marching exuberantly with Jurabi following after her. After a few seconds he returned and dragged the shell-shocked Aaron with him.

So that's all for today and this Chapter! Introductions are going to be slow, as I would prefer not to swarm you all with so many characters! Despite that, I hope to have everyone introduced by 3 chapters. Submissions were sooo good! I want to thank everyone for making my job soo very difficult! I had such a hard time picking the cast! But after a week, the group has been established. I'll eventually add more. Probably, but for now I have all the mages I need for Sonic Fortuna. The creators have been Pm'ed. I would still love to use the ones submitted for other arcs, and or ambiguous villains. But it ultimately bottles down to the creator. If you wish for me not to, then I'll abide by your decision.

Characters Introduced in order:

Aaron - me

Clifford 'Cliff' Maddox - Condor-K

Guild Master Aguila - me

Chris Vain - Trevor607

Izumi Ito - Reduced20

Daniel Flex - ImmortalAssassinz

Jurabi Cifer - Espada 4 Jurabi

Mabel Candmerry - Harukawa Ayame

PS. I just remembered something, the section where I asked when they joined has been null. I've decided to omit that in favour of making Sonic Fortuna a newer guild. I did make the effort of putting that in my last chapter, I believe but forgot about it on my profile. Or vice versa. I'm just quite scatter brain. Just clearing up any possible confusion.