Disclaimer: I do not own Magi: The Magical Labyrinth or its characters; that right belongs to Shinobu Ohtaka.

Author's Note: Here, we go to the second chapter. Mind you; I have had the 'prolog' written for a while now. Being lazy and posted it last night, months after it was written. And since I am bed rested right now I am typing things up for updates and other stuff, I figured let's get chapter 1 out now! Oh well! Please Enjoy!


Word: Collision

Definition: An instance of 1 moving object or person striking against another.


2 months after Ren Kouen arrives on Samon Island

Year 1, Month 2 (July), Day 3

As he walked down the beach, Kouen let his eyes focus on the horizon. His mind on the dreams he had last week. The same dreams that had him waking up in a cold sweat. It had only been two months since he had arrived on Samon Island, in exile. After convincing Hakuryuu to spare his life and using Phenex to give Hakuryuu his legs and right arm.

He was leaving his face neutrally blank as he walked by some of the villagers, who waved hello to him. To which he just nodded in response. Being here was a significant adjustment, but not one he could not manage. As for the last ten years of his life having to be semi-self reliant. Besides, if he were to be completely honest, this fate wasn't so horrible, and he liked not running an army. Though Kouen would not admit, he did miss training with his sword.

Turning his thoughts back to the dream plaguing him, Kouen felt a thread of apprehension build in the pit of his stomach. It was not a feeling he relished. The voice that spoke to him in his dream was familiar Almost as if he had heard it a long time ago and his memory was a bit hazy in placing who it belonged to. He also had seen vague images of a place he was sure he knew, but not why. IT had taken the last two nights before it dawned on him as to why.

He had quickly awoken Koumei who was not too happy about being roused before dawn. The look of understanding with a bit of amusement on his face had left Kouen feeling perturbed. When Koumei had produced the journal that he had given him as a child, one that Kouen had thought he lost, showing specific pages marked, all he could do was shake his head at his younger brother. It didn't surprise Kouen one bit that Koumei had kept the book since certain events in it had fascinated his younger self. Who had an even bigger thirst for knowledge then he did.

From there, this morning had been spent going over the passages about the dream world. On top of explaining everything to Kouha, who just seemed to write it off as stress messing with his mind. Which Kouen thought was a good explanation? Except for the fact of the images, he'd been shown. Especially the last one before he'd woken up in a cold sweat and trembling. All because of what he'd been asked.

All his senses had been in overdrive at seeing the young girl, known as Lunaria, unconscious, and pale-faced being tossed over the edge of a cliff. While at the same time, that familiar voice kept asking him if he would be willing to protect Lunaria, keep her safe and pure in mind, body, and soul. Not entirely sure why he was being asked this, he agreed he would do as asked. Kouen couldn't shake the feeling that it was of more relevance than just a dream.

Giving a small shake of his head, Kouen continued to make his way down the beach slowly, towards a small alcove. It wasn't anything promising, but he found coming here was a great place to sit and relax. Allowing his mind to settle, so thinking came more naturally. But it was also near enough to the village he could be found quickly by his brothers. Since the first time he'd explored had left both Koumei and Kouha in a frayed state of mind.

Knowing a small wry smile curved his lips at recalling that, Kouen let out a sigh. Right now he just needed to think things through on his own. So things made sense. Being calm, collected, and in control was what he had come to be known for. Not much could throw him off balance, but this last week had done it. And while none of the villagers could tell or notice Kouen knew his brothers were well aware, more so after this morning.

Slowing to a halt as he came to the small alcove, Kouen closed his eyes. Letting the warmth of the tropical breeze brushes against his skin and tug at his hair. With a slow, steady breath, Kouen opened his eyes and made his way to the small rock outcropping to sit and think. The sun's warmth on his face as he shifted himself to get comfortable. He was giving his mind a chance to start to empty in basic meditation.

The time or instead keeping track of it became inconsequential, so when a strong gust of wind and a few drops of cold water were felt on his face, Kouen's eyes snapped open. The scene that met his red gaze was a complete one-eighty from what it had been. The sky had turned dark, gray clouds rolling as a sharp chill wind whipped through the surrounding trees, while rain began to fall in a cold torrent.

Knowing that the seas could give birth to sudden violent storms, something told Kouen that what he was witnessing wasn't one of them. The air felt too heavy and thick as if it were a tangible thing, clinging to his skin. The winds were moving the water; it was still and clear beneath the surface, remaining a beautiful aquamarine.

Sliding off the rocky outcropping, feeling stiff muscles protest. Kouen walked towards the edge of the alcoves water. Almost as if something was pulling him. Each step was causing his skin to twitch as if electricity was running over it. A loud cracking sound drew his gaze upwards, giving him a good view of the clouds swirling as if forming a funnel. That was lowering itself towards the island slowly. Except at the end of the funnel where a point should be was a bulbous protrusion. It was looking like a drop of water before it fell.

Curious Kouen continued to let whatever force was moving his body into the water, deeper and deeper as the wind brought the sound of his name being called to his ears. Coming to a stop, chest-deep in water, Kouen turned his head slightly to see both Koumei and Kouha running towards him.

Another loud crack rent the air, drawing his gaze skyward once more, just as a wave crashed over his head. Sputtering and blinking from the saltwater, Kouen saw the bulbous end of the funnel burst. His eyes opened wide at the brief flash of vibrant color before it was gone and something or rather someone fell through the sudden opening towards him.

What he could see told him that the person was a small, petite person with dark-colored hair. Keeping his gaze pinned on the falling person, Kouen heard his name being shouted again. The clarity of it told him they were almost to the water's edge. Taking a quick side glance to confirm his suspicion, Kouen raised his arms just as the person became fully visible, startling him.

It was a girl, eyes closed as if asleep. Her garments very strange in appearance. Something in the back of his mind was telling him he knew the girl. With eyes narrowed, he took in the details of her odd clothing. Kouen noted she wore a sleeveless black shirt that was very form-fitting, looking like a second skin, a red and black piece of cloth around her hips that could have been at one point a kimono that had been shortened to the point of indecency, as her garters and stocking clad legs showed clearly. The wind blowing, it whipped her hair around her body, causing the air to leave his lungs as if he'd been punched. He knew this girl, though it seemed impossible. She was here now. Pushing all thoughts from his mind except for catching her, Kouen shifted his body carefully in the tumultuous water as she moved his prosthetic legs further apart to better brace himself.

Just as Kouen braced himself, once more air was pushed from his lungs — only this time due to the impact. The girls head slammed into his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her body. With the waves and sudden excess of weight, coupled with an explosion of pain in his left shoulder, Kouen overbalances and slipped under the water. He was attempting not to panic and flail as the water-filled his nose, mouth, and throat. All the while clinging to the girl in his arms.

TBC!