The Planes-walker Wars.
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering or any of the planes or monster that show up in this story. Most the Planeswalkers are my own idea and if anyone likes one they see they are free to use him. When a reader created Planeswalker comes into the story I will give their author the credit they deserve.
Chapter 4: Gathering of the Walkers: Part 1
A dark plain, stands quiet and still in the night air. Creatures corrupted by the fairy queens spell stalk the tall grasses as the wind blows through them. It is the 6 months of darkness in Lorwynn/Shadowmoor and this is where the first of the competitors for the greatest game in the multi-verse will make an appearance.
Thousands of years ago, Planeswalkers of all kind decided to play a game instead of wage wars against each other in the background. The old way tore up the multi-verse threatening it in every way, ripping it apart, rearranging it, and killing off large populations of creatures and beings. So finally a group of Planeswalkers decided to see who the most powerful was through a test of strength through a game.
The rules were simple, two Planeswalkers would team up and each walker would go through the multi-verse dueling other pairs of Planeswalker until two stood out among the rest, then they would retreat build up their strength again and go at it again.
Thousands of years this has been going on, but this time a darkness greater then anything will call together these warriors to fight an even greater force, the force of change. A dark being will skip the games and only drive to rule all the planes, the followers of the ancient pact will have to come together to fight him off. This is the Planewalker Wars…and in this lonely plains the beginning of the end will start.
The wind whistled through the dark night, this was the plain of garia. A plains owned by the Kithkin, now twisted and corrupted by the Aura. They stalk the night, hunting down any strangers on their land.
One particular Kithkin walked this night like any other, a Mistmeadow Skulk, a farmer usually but the corruption has turned him into a paranoid creature. This ones name was, Reshan, he had sworn he saw a pack of Boggarts heading towards his field and instead of letting the creatures destroy his crop…he was going to do it. This was the cruel twist of the Aura, turning creatures into the opposite of what they truly were.
Suddenly a bright white light appeared in the center of Reshan's crop.
"The boggarts are here," he cursed thinking that it was the magic of the evil creatures he picked up his pace, "they will not have my crop, I will destroy it before they can."
He started hacking and slashing faster, his crops falling away behind him withering and dying as they touched the corrupted earth.
The light got brighter and brighter, then it mixed with a black light. The two colors blended together in complete harmony as the shadows of two tall creatures started walking forward from the circle of light.
Reshan rushed to the front of the portal ready to attack the Boggarts, take down as many as he could. He readied his sickle, ready to attack, completely ready to die.
As the figures got closer they began to materialize much clearer.
Reshan didn't know what or who they were he had never seen them before.
One was a tall male human, what you could see of his skin it was a dark tan. He was dressed in light blue plate mail, that seemed to shimmer with its own holy light. A giant sword was strapped to his back that shimmered with the same holy light as the armor. All of this was paled in comparison to the two most definite things of the being. One was the large halo that stood behind his head shimmering with the same light as the rest of the beings holy aura. The next was the two wings that came from his shoulder. They were off to the side folded against each other, making them look like one massive wing. If this being wasn't enough the other being with him would top it off for poor Reshan.
She was almost the complete opposite of her counterpart. Her skin was pale and ghostly. Dressed in a long black dress that blew in an invisible wind. She was well curved. Two massive wings protruded from her back, black in color. A wicked long sword was in a sheathe against her curved thigh. If all that was enough the women glowed with a black aura, it was not evil per say…just dark, mysterious, and unknown.
As the beings exited the portal, their auras by themselves caused Reshan to fall to his knees with the sheer power that these two radiated. Reshan looked up and got a look at the two beings faces.
The males face was hard and cold, he looked as cold as the justice he dealt out to those who deserved it. His short blond hair covered his gray eyes. The females face was softer then her males companions, the long black hair framing her face giving her an almost angelic look.
The male looked around, "Why do you chop down your own crops?"
His voice was low and hollow, this was someone who played by the law and any who disobeyed it would be dealt swift justice.
"Better I destroy it, then them damn Boggarts," stated Reshan, "what does it matter to you?"
The women shook her head, "You will have to forgive Saladin, he believes to much in justice and the law…if you believe that this is the right path then so be it."
The male, Saladin, went to speak up in protest. That was not the way of the white creatures of his plains, they should follow order and rules. Destroying your own crop was not the noble way. Before he could get a word out the women stood on her tippie toes and silenced him with a soft kiss.
"This is not your plane Saladin, they follow their own rules," she stated as she separated from his lips.
Saladin sighed at the fallen angels words, she was right, "You are right, Karen."
Karen gave a triumphant smile, this was part of her power she gained from falling…swaying her handsome companion.
Reshan shook his head, what weird beings, "Who or what are you?"
Saladin waved off the little one, no longer interested he looked around and scowled. It was common knowledge about the Aura that plagued this plane, he was seeing first hand how it destroyed his plains where his power came from.
Karen sighed again, "What we are is a little complicated, but who we are I can tell you…my name is Karen Nimma, the Fallen and my handsome yet anti-social companion here is Saladin Volq, Guardian of the Faith."
Reshan shrugged, "You are not Boggart's or that damn vampire and his wench, so whatever."
Saladin's eyes flashed at the word vampire, "What vampire?" Vampires were the lowest of the low, the furthest from the light and they needed to be destroyed as soon as possible or chance corrupting other's faiths.
Reshan glared, "Nobody knows his name or where he came from, he just started showing up with his wench, creatures fled from his unholy aura causing farmer to lose livestock, we Kithkin despise him."
Saladin pondered his words, "You have right to, Karen we need to find someplace to stay to wait for the opening ceremony."
Karen nodded, "Yeah, well little one thank you for you help we will see you around."
With that the two took off into the sky vanishing into the eternal night.
Reshan shook his head, then turning around he thought he caught another glimpse of the Boggart horde heading to his crops. He started chopping away again, rather he destroy them then those damn Boggarts.
Across the plane on a lonely island in the middle of a raging sea storm. A pack of Merfolk Wavebreakers hunted down a human wizard running along the shores. The wizard ran as fast as he could trying to get away from the devil fish.
A trident flew and pierced the mans leg, blood spouted from the wound as it caused him to fall to the ground, pinned to the earth. The Merfolks gave a triumphant holler or call or something, now it was time to feed.
The man looked behind him and closed his eyes, suddenly power erupts next to him a giant whirlpool appeared next to him. The power just pored out of the mighty tsunami.
The wizards, whose name is Siegfried, just stares in horror wondering what dark creature will rise from the depths to finish him or if the Merfolk will get him first. His thoughts turn to 3 months ago before the Aura happened again, he lived a good life as an apprentice. Then the Aura happened, his teacher became mad with power and destroyed their lab. Siegfried fled the ruined laboratory, wondering what had gotten into his kind master.
Now 3 months of living by the skin of his neck he was going to die, being eaten by either flesh-eating merfolk or some ungodly creature of the deep. He looked to the whirlpool again. He did a double take when he saw stairs rising from the center of the pool. A single figure walked up the staircase.
Dressed in a black ninja suit, a katana strapped to his back. The being just walked up the whirlpool steps. One minute he would be there the next minute he would be gone, and then he would be back a lot closer.
Siegfried was amazed at the power the radiated off this being.
The being looked up and saw the merfolk looking at him. Suddenly in a flash he was in the middle of the merfolk, his blade was out and glimmering with dark blue blood.
The pack looked at the being for an instant then fell into dozens of bloody pieces. Blue merfolk blood covered the ground around the ninja, but not a drop on himself.
Siegfried didn't know if he should be scared or thrilled. Lucky or unlucky, for him he wouldn't have to worry about it long. He felt the knife blade slide into his back, piercing his heart and even worse he felt that blade pierce is soul. Then the blade was wrenched free with severe force, blood again sprouted from the new wound a crimson geyser, it covered Siegfried robes. The last sight that he saw before his life was extinguished was a women.
Her skin was dark almost black, pointed ears and short spiky white hair. Dressed in a tight black tube top, that showed her chest greatly, the tube top also had a deep V cut in it, that showed off her cleavage greatly. Studded leather legging, that fit to her thighs tight, were her pants. She leaned down and wiped off her curved daggers on the mages robes cleaning off the blood.
"Pathetic," stated the female, her voice was like venom as she spoke, full of nothing but evil and malice…but in there was cunning as well.
The ninja just walked up and looked at the dead mage, "You could have been cleaner."
The female's blade flashed again and was stopped right next to the ninja's throat, "Watch your mouth Chase, or you might lose your head."
Chase just vanished and appeared behind her, "As should you Bhinarra, just because I have to work with you doesn't mean I have to like you."
Bhinarra pushed her back into the blade as it slipped through her, "You know you can't hurt me." Her voice had changed to a sweet, seductive one, her personality changing.
She pushed her body against his, "Who said you had to like me? We could just be closer don't you think?"
Chase slashed through the shadow of her, feeling her pushed against his back her hands down by his groin. "You aren't my type, lets get out of here, I feel like killing something."
Bhinarra dropped her hand to give him a quick squeeze, before he left, "Always work, no play."
Chase just shook his head.
The two beings vanished into the night.
Across the plane, deep in a forest corrupted by the Aura, a single elf danced in a grove. His blade was tainted with the evil that had corrupted this plane. As it slashed it killed plants with a single touch, withering them away to nothing.
He danced through the darkness, always perfecting his blade a little better. Making it a little faster, making it a little more precise, making all the more deadly.
Lenwë was a windslayer elf, he had battled to long in the deep shadow, his sword dipped too often in tainted flesh and poisoned blood. He danced through the shadow's a precise dance of death with his blade flashing and carving into black trees, cutting away a piece of those trees spirits.
He spun again, his blade flashing in the twilight ready to strike another tree, as he went to slash the tree his blade was stopped by an invisible force.
"Those trees did nothing to you, I will not let you slash and hack through them for no reason," stated a female voice.
Lenwë whirled around readying his blade, he had been sneaked up on nobody ever snuck up on him. What he saw caused his blade to drop and his eyes bulge.
Standing before him was a young lady, her features were soft, almost child like. Dressed in a long ice blue robe, her skin was a soft milky color. Her hair was long and dark blue, a pair of small antlers were on her head. Attached to her back was two huge butterfly wings, blue in color.
She was by far the most beautiful thing Lenwë had seen in a long time.
He sheathed his sword and bowed to her, "Forgive me, I did not mean to offend a goddess."
The female smiled, "Well make sure it doesn't happen again, and I am not a goddess."
Lenwë nodded, "Understood, my name is Lenwë, what is your name maiden?"
The female smiled again, "My name is Faith Sienna, a planeswalker here for the games."
Suddenly howls erupted all around the two, Lenwë blade was instantly up again ready to defend this maiden at the cost of his own life if need be.
Faith smiled, "Put your blade away Lenwë there is nothing that is going to hurt us."
Lenwë wanted to laugh, as he saw dozens and dozens of eyes appear all around them, wolves and lots of them.
Suddenly out of the shadow walked another elf. Appearing from the heart of the pack. His skin was tanned and covered in tribal tattoos. He wore a simple pair of leather breeches and a leather vest. His dark brown eyes looked over the scene, framed by his long dark brown hair. A spear was strapped to his back, at arms reach whenever he needed it.
"Is everything alright here Faith?" stated the elf, his voice gruff and untrimmed, a wild elf no doubt.
"Yes, of course it is Olwë, you worry to much," stated Faith.
"I have to, you're my half-sister after all, its my job as an older brother to worry about you," he stated as he waved his hand causing the pack of wolves to disperse.
Lenwë looked at the two people, you could tell they were related somehow both of them were built the same way.
"You said half-sister, how is that possible she has wings?" stated Lenwë.
"Her mother was a very powerful faerie, my father fell in love with her after my own mother died, the two soon got married and she was born," stated Olwë, in a matter of fact tone, "Faith we need to find somewhere to stay till the opening ceremonies.
Lenwë looked at the two, "If you need someplace to stay your welcome to stay with me."
Faith smiled, "That is very kind of you Lenwë, it would be perfect place Olwë maybe he can give us some information about this plane." Faith flashed her puppy dog face, the one that Olwë could never say no to.
Olwë sighed, "Fine, but I worn you elf you try anything and you will be wolf food, clear?"
Lenwë nodded, "Crystal." He smiled at Faith, well at least he would get to spend more time with these two very interesting people.
Author's Notes
Alright everyone, I would like to start with by saying I am sorry this took so long it was midterms this last week and that pretty much kept my attention.
So here is the next chapter, I am sure some of you are going to comment on that it doesn't seem to fit what I have been doing so I am going to explain it. In a sense this is where the story truly starts, the first 3 chapters could be considered Preludes if you want to title it.
Originally I was going to make this one whole chapter but after going through only 3 pairs it is already 7 pages long so I will split it in two.
I hope you like all the characters that were introduced in this chapter, there were a lot from the creatures of the plane to the Planeswalkers, each having a personality of their own.
I would like to thank Sillywolfboy, wotwott, Theo236, and Shadowvamp666 for all their helpful reviews.
Wotwott, I can understand where you say to do flashbacks later on I probably will, or depending on how successful this story goes I might just break off and do a story about those 150 years or so. Also the choppiness on the chapters I will see what I can do to improve that, not making any promises though I just write cause I love to do it. Your comment on the elves being weak, you have to look at it from the magic card point of view, a Wall of bones can regenerate, along with being a defensive wall that is why they couldn't knock it down add the fact that Boris is an extremly powerful Planeswalker.
Theo236 brought something to my attention, if any of you want to make a Planeswalker send the description to .
Also for people who have sent me ideas I would like a picture of some kind of your character, drawn yourself or taken from the internet doesn't matter to me. Then I could put it with the rest of my Planeswalkers so I can keep track of them.
Thank you all and keep reading!!