Marcos looked out of Matthew's window to see a bunch of Imps spawning. A whole lot of them. His Whisked Swords of Saint Nicholas, as cool as they were, were no longer in season. Marcos took a new Katana (he still had like, 20 left.) and threw in a copy of the Ocarina of Time with his mom's old phone charger. After combining them, he created The Flutey Blade of Electrical Timetellers. It was a wider Katana with a lightning bolt running through the middle with an analog clock and a built in flute for playing jolly tunes. How convenient. He went outside and started hacking at imps. Each time he hit one, the clock skipped a second as it counted downwards. Finally, once it reached zero, it crackled with electricity and shocked a bunch of imps in a chain.
Brynn took her weapon of choice and equipped it as guitarkind. She held her plastic guitar and was ready to bash some heads while exploring her land. She trudged through the snow wearing three jackets at the same time. The ridiculous part was that she was still cold! It really is bone-chilling out here. I need to alchemize something to keep the snow out later. She walked past the frozen lake gazing at the oil cans. Something pushed her and she lost her balance, tumbling sideways into the snow. Luckily, the soft substance broke her fall. She got back up and saw several imps climbing out of the lake. The purple and pink word 'Strife' appeared and Brynn wondered to herself, will this thing happen every time I find an enemy? If so, I'm going to be annoyed out of MY MIND.
The first Imp dove at her and she jumped to the right, avoiding it. One tried to land on her face, and she ducked. One even slid too fast on the ice and went straight through her legs. She decided she needed to drop the evasive maneuvers, and when the next one came, she hit it like a baseball. It flew and faceplanted into the ice, still sliding. It hit a group of four imps, knocking them all over. She yelled, "Touchdown!" as she starting hitting the imps like you would with an enlarged frying pan. Finally, every one was gone, and she collected the spoils. Her grist collection almost breached five thousand. She continued walking into a forest of completely frozen spruce trees.
Why does everything have to be frozen...? Brynn thought as she almost slid off the ice. It was like trying to learn how to ice skate, which she never accomplished. She found a patch of permafrost and started walking on that. The below-zero dirt was extremely cold, but not ice, so she couldn't slide. Brynn, after stumbling for 10 minutes, reached the center of the forest. There was a temple made of stone bricks, and the entrance was covered with a sheet of ice. She thought she would probably have to do some puzzle or something to open the door, but decided on an alternate method. She got her position ready, then whacked the ice. It shattered into tiny shards. She walked into the temple, where it was pitch black. For some reason though, she knew where to go.
She wandered through tunnel among tunnel, yet she didn't feel lost. She knew it was the right way. She didn't know why. Brynn didn't think at all about being lost. She was on the right track. Whatever was concealed in the temple must have, for some reason, been important. She didn't know why. She went down another level, and her sense of direction suddenly got stronger. Whatever it was, it was a nagging feeling. An unknown, furious, urgent nagging feeling. Instead of her calm walk, she broke into a run. Brynn couldn't bear to wait any longer. She had to be there! In the temple! Despite her confusion, she was running faster than she ever had in her life. All her thoughts were occupied with reaching the center. Then, she reached a chamber with a fire and abruptly stopped. How she stopped so immediately after a sprint, she didn't know. All she knew was that her nagging feeling was gone. And she was face-to-face with a pack of gray and white wolves.
She readied her guitar, ready for the strife. But the words never appeared. All the wolves stared at her, then stared at a werewolf looking creature on a small stage looking for some kind of answer. After thirty seconds of raw silence, the wolf thing nodded. All the wolves started howling and barking, probably in happiness. Brynn wore a confused look as the wolves celebrated in their own way. Then, they all suddenly stopped. No signal or anything. The werewolf creature, leaning onto its staff, looked at Brynn. The wolves did the same. All eyes on her.
Much to her surprise, the werewolf thing started to speak. "You..." it said, in a husky voice. "Are the one we can trust." Brynn then thought, wow, this is so cliche... That thought vanished from Brynn's mind when the werewolf continued speaking. "Magic... you will receive." Brynn's eyes light up. "Oh my gosh magic this was all I ever wanted I would like to thank my mother and my father for always supporting me and Guitar Hero for inspiring me for pretty much everything and the Matrix for being the best movie ever. Thank you all."
"You will be taught two spells that I inhibit. The rest you will encounter along the journey. The first spell is Control. It will give someone the urge to do something. The more energy you relinquish the more powerful the urge is. That is why you were lured here. Your thoughts influence the spell. If you get distracted, the power is broken. The second spell is Morph. Your weapon will start to meld with your hand, and it will have claws and a brilliant swinging power. Your spells are influenced by which setting your guitar is on. Green is control and red is morph. Strum the guitar to activate a spell after pushing a button."
LE MAGIK BEEGINS