Chapter 4:

Come on home Duncan

The Pyromancer was working long and hard at the Forge of first creation. The forge was located in a cave surrounded by a pond of one foot high waters, and all around the pond was rocks so the forge was located in a valley. The wizard Duncan worked day and night on that piece of armor only to have it become his ticket back among the living. It was weird but the wizard didn't feel dead, he felt as he always had, just lighter. He was wearing his casual clothes from earth, red shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes, and of course his cracked staff. The only thing that kept him going was the need to help and save his friends, even if the armor allowed him to stay only for the one battle, or if he didn't get to be revived again, or even if he ended up dying again, all that mattered was the fact that he had to save his friends.

As he was working, with not-so-pleasant sweat compelling his face and chest, he heard footsteps approaching the area of his workspace he saw that it was the Wraith (well then again, the Wraith is the only living {ok not so living} thing around here he's ever encountered). The hooded figure revealed a bony right hand and pointed to his, well, right and revealed a circular floating image that revealed Kevin and the other wizards in…Manhattan?

"What! What's going on?" he points at the almost finished armor and the wizard knows what he must do. "Yeah, yeah, yeah I get it." He quickly hammers out his last component then putting it in the nearby barrel of water with that, a hush of steam rapidly fills the room.

1 hour later

Duncan then arranges the armor in a fashion to show how the outfit would look as a whole. A helm of pure, ruby red coloring that left an area empty for the eyes, nose, and mouth, that left little wing-like objects sticking out the sides of his head. The armor had chain links down to the waist and up the neck. The shoulder pads were a bit heavy and had a golden exterior; the arms had a durable yet comforting material that too had a golden exterior. The boots and chest plating were similar in design.

Duncan looks at the specter and asks what comes to mind. "Now…do I just put it on?' the spirit replies:

"Insert the ruby onto the chest plate and observe." Duncan does as the ghost asks and suddenly the armor undergoes a transformation, melting into liquid and clawing its way to the wizard and enveloping him in an ooze of heated liquid then hardening into a perfect fit of the armor.

"Whoa, now what?" the scythe wielder stamps the blade into the ground and says "My time is finally come for resting. I've been waiting for the crafter of this majestic metal to arise and take on the responsibility to use it in battle. Now take my scythe and go back to your world and fulfill your destiny!" then the spirit dissolves as the wizard quickly takes gasp of the staff and suddenly the entire scenery fades away in a flash of heated light, only for the wizard the find himself on a grass area surrounded by organic life.

Duncan's p.o.v.

Why had this scenery look so familiar, then it hits me. It all starts coming back when I hear an annoying shout: "Duncan! I'm still gonna get you! Don't think I'm letting you off the hook!" ZAC! I was teleported back at the same time and place of my disappearance. But I'm in Texas, how can I get to the big apple so soon? Then my train of thought is interrupted by Zacs' finding me.

"Duncan I'm going t- what the hell are you wearing you dumb-"

I get up and walk past him pushing him out of my way, even when his lackeys are right behind me.

"Move Zac, I've got bigger things to deal with besides you."

"Just because you got a costume doesn't make you intimidating, now look here and fight you pus-" immediately I run towards him, knock him off his feet and grab him by the collar of his shirt with my new bladed staff threating his face and I lean in to whisper one thing:

" I've been to Hell and back, I've seen things that would make you cry to your moms, and I've died trying to help my friends from an evil plotting wizard, now leave me and my friends alone or so help me I will slice you in half with this weapon." Just to prove my point I sliced a statue of a Cyclops that was 3 ft. tall in half by the waist. I let go of his shirt and he gets up slowly turning away, but at last second he punches me at the back of my head. But of course the idiot doesn't realize I HAVE ARMOR. So he ends up hurting his fist and at the same time a teacher comes in to see what all the commotion was all about.

"What the heck is- Duncan? Are you wearing a costu-"

"Sorry can't talk. Got to go save the world and all, so here's my permission slip" I lead them towards the teacher's lounge and turn on the TV only for it to show the chaos in New York. They stare at the screen not sure at to make of it so I run down the hall and hope for the best.

"Duncan, get here right no-"

I concentrate on the battle, on Kevin. I need to teleport to New York City and I almost do it until over hear someone mention something about the sky in a nearby classroom and when the magic takes me to an new location I see the bright glimmer of the sun…about 40000 feet in the air.

"Oh CCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPP PPPPPPPP!"