AN:Hi, everybody. This is my Magi-Nation story. There are several things to note. First, although I explain most stuff, it helps to know some background information about the game. Secondly, I am stuck at Zet, so the ending of the game had to be ad hocced. Thirdly, this story takes place five years after Tony's adventure ends. Speaking of which, Tony will appear in some chapters, but he isn't one of the main characters. More will be explained later.
Disclaimer:I don't own Magi-Nation or anything associated with it. I do, however, own the general plotline, plus my original creatures and the legend of the Chosen and all things associated with it.
Chapter One:Fire
"Where are they!" the creature demanded.
The old man that the creature was holding up just smiled. "They are on Earth."
"Don't give me none of your Earth shit!" the creature yelled tossing the old man aside like a rag doll. The man crumled against the hollowed-out tree that served as his house. "There is not even a baby named Earth in all of the Moonlands."
"Maybe you are not looking in the right place?" the old man said, not talking at all like you would to a giant living plant who had just thrown you around carelessly. In fact, his purpose almost appearing to be to just tick off the creature. If things were as they appeared, he succeeded.
The creature let out a cry of frustration, and the old man soon found a vine as thick as a sewer pipe up against his chest. "Stop talking in riddles!" the creature grunted angrily. "Tell me where they are and I will spare you."
"I have told you before, they are on Earth." the elderly man said, only a tinge of insecurity in his voice. The creature cried out in anger and flicked his mighty vine, sending the old man falling from a height that no human could survive after a drop from.
"Fool." the creature murmured, shifting away. Unknown to either the now dead man or the plant-like creature, a teenage boy was watching them.
* * *
Wence rushed back into the Vash Inn, a small cylindrical inn that still towered above all of the other small Vash Naroom buildings. "Poad!" He called out, searching for the innkeeper. "Poad! A plant creature came into town and plunged Evu down the drop! Poad!"
After searching the entire lobby, Wence noticed a note tacked to the counter.
Dear Visitors,
Sorry for not being present, but an emergency came up. If you were in the southern side of town, you should have noticed that a giant plant monster is destroying stuff. Me and other important members of the town have gathered to conference at Orwin's home. Sorry for the inconvienience. Please return to the inn when Vash Naroom is not in a state of chaos. In the meanwtime, see the sites that are still standing. Thank you for choosing the Vash Inn
Sorrowfully,
Poad(the innkeeper)
"Well, it's not like there's any other inn in town." Wence mumbled, slightly amused by the note. Suddenly, the horror of the creature rushed back to his mind. It had been like no other Dream Creature Wence had seen. In fact, Wence didn't know if it as a Dream Creature, creatures from the Dream Realm who appeared in spirit tornados found in wild areas in the Moonlands. But this creature wasn't in a spirit tornado, and if it had belonged to a Magi the Magi would have had to trail close behind to keep the creature's solid form. The only people around the creature had been fleeing. Plus it could talk, an ability which was reserved for a special few Dream Creatures.
Whatever it was, the creature was bizaare and frightening. It appeared to be wearing a skirt of tangled vines From the top of those vines, five vines as thick as sewer pipes emerged, almost identical to the other thing that had-a neck and head, both snakelike. It had talked in a very deep voice.
"Ah, Wence." A kind voice said from behind him. Wence spun around, and saw the chubby figure of Poad entering the building.
"What was the verdict?" Wence asked curiosly and eagerly.
"The Chosen." Poad said ominously. Wence gasped.
"Who made THAT decision!" Wence said angrily, jumping to his feet. "The Seer? What are a bunch of children going to do! Listen, that creature killed Evu. Almost effortlessly, might I add. Now I know that he may have some strange ideas, but Evu is an expert Magi. What do you think some kids who don't even know what a Magi are going to do to not meet a similar fate? Speaking of which, why don't you just blast the damned plant."
"Pruitt, Eidon and some other more fit Magi are going to help eliminate the unidentifiable creature." Poad answered holding out his hand. "Maybe you have not heard the latest news. These kind of things have been reported across the Moonlands, mostly near towns. Also, several ghost sightings have been reported in and around the areas that Shadow Geysers once stood. Something's definately wrong."
"Just call back that Tony guy." Wence sighed, sitting down.
Poad's eyes twinkled oddly. "I have a job for you, Wence." he announced. "You are going to be the Chooser."
"WHAT!" Wence cried, leaping to his feet once again. "I'm going to be a part of this stupid-and I mean really stupid-project. Why don't you pick somebody who actually believes this junk about some kids who don't know nothing making everything all better."
"Double negatives." Poad said, paying little attention to Wence's outburst. "We were going to choose Yaki, but I think he'd be too...enthusiastic. Now you, on the other hand, are very cynical of the Chosen. Thus, I'm sure you will Choose the perfect Chosen. Yaki would just choose the first half-decent six.'
"I still don't see why you don't just send Magus Kyros." Wence muttered, taking his seat once again.
"He will play a part in this too." Poad replied. "You shall arrive in Tavel Rock. Once there, we reccomend you contact Kyros, or as he is called in his universe, Tony Jones. He will help you journey through his world until you find the Chosen."
"Well, at least you have a plan." Wence said degruntledly. "A pointless plan, but a plan nonetheless."
* * *
It was nighttime. The odd creature had been vanquished, facing the same fate it had inflicted on Evu. It had been arranged that Wence was to be the Chooser. Nothing inmmediately troubling was occuring, but Wence still found no sleep that night.
The legend of the Chosen kept replaying itself in Wence's mind. When the Moonlands were in trouble, a group of six children would be chosen to rescue them. These chosen would be responsible for saving the world. The six of them represented Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Thunder and Nature. They would come from another world, where a Chooser would Chose the six most fit for the job-or so the legend said.
The part that bothered Wence the most(besides the improper capitalization) was that it had no explanation how the Chosen were supposed to save the Moonlands. Sure, Magus Kyros had done okay, but he hadn't been chosen by a Chooser, he had just been brought to the world. It was only after his arrival that the trouble had started. And then again, there was the problem of getting the children to leave their world. Maybe they should have been taken forcably.
Wence rolled over in a futile attempt to sleep. He would need to be awake for this mission, he told himself. He figured it would be the last time for a while it'd be safe to sleep, but this did not please his very awake mind. Wence lay awake until the early hours of the morning, where loud snores drifted in through the wood the inn was made of and lulled him to sleep.
* * *
Wence blinked several times and yawned because of lack of sleep. Even after sleep finally reached him, it was a restless sleep. His mind could not escape the troubles that now faced him. He had been presented in front of the Vash Naroom Council.
"This boy." the elder of Vash Naroom, Orwin, said. "Will be responsible for choosing the ones who save the Moonlands!" Wence yawned again as polite applause reached his ears. A part of his brain told him to keep his appearence up, but that suggestion was ignored.
"That ma replacement, huh?" a loud, young voice came from the back of the table. Wence dimly realized it as Yaki, the energetic trainer. "Look like he nocturnal. Well, I hope you do as good a jon as I would do, YEEEEAAAAAAH!"
Wence smiled. "I shall accompany him to the link between the two worlds, but I can go no farther than that. Once again Wence, I encourage you to contact Magus Kyros as soon as possible." The voice came from a middle-aged man named Eidon.
Wence remembered very little of the trip there. Eidon took him down a descending tunnel lined with crystals of every colour of the rainbow. After what seemed like an eternity of wait, they stopped at a chamber. There seemed to be an abundance of crystals here. In the center of the chamber there was a large golden crstal. "Take it." Eidon said.
Wence picked it up. At first, nothing happened. Wence thought that he might be off the hook. But then, the golden crystal started glowing. Everything was covered with a golden haze. Eidon mouthed goodluck before his face faded away into goldenness. The gold began to swirl around Wence. Then, there was no more gold. Everything went to black.
* * *
When Wence awoke, he was no longer tired. Hushed voices-all masquline-whispered, but Wence couldn't hear a word they were saying. He rolled over and felt three bodies jumping away from him. The masculine voices began whispering again. Coming out of the groginess that comes after being unconcious, Wence could pick up one strand of conversation.
"Don't worry, it's just one of those insane beggars. We'd better get out of here, it looks like he's waking up!"
"He dosen't look like one. He looks forgein."
"If you ask me, he looks creepy."
Wence lifted himself up. As he opened his eyes, he could see two boys darting away. A third remained, approaching Wence with caution. "Are you all right?" the remaining boy asked , talking as if Wence was prone to biting his head off.
"Yeah." Wence said. He noticed that he was no longer holding the golden crystal. A sting of panic raced through his heart. Had someone taken it? Maybe one of those boys? It had brought him here. He hated to think what a stranger could do with that crystal. This was, according to Eidon, a time of crisis. They didn't need a young teenager from another dimension running around causing trouble.
Trying to ease his panic, he looked at the kid who had remained. He was wearing a punkish outfit-leather vest, red shirt, black pants. His hair was a reddish-brown colour and was stuck up in animé-style spikes. In fact, the boy looked quite reminiscant of an animé character.
"Let me help you with what you dropped." the boy said as he reached down to pick up something near Wence's feet. Wence looked down and saw six small crystals laying at his feet, one for each colour of the rainbow.
"Don't touch those!" Wence warned, not knowing what they were but having a bad feeling about them. The boy turned his head, but it was too late. His hand clenched around the red crystal. Almost immediately, red light burst out from the crystal. It became obvious that the boy was struggling to pry his fingers from the crystal, but he could not. A reddish light began to cover the boy's body, then the boy was completely glowing red.
Wence jumped foward to help, but the other five crystals flashed white and Wence was thrown backwards. The other five crystals flashed white again, and each one sent a beam of their respecive colour at the boy. The beams were absorbed by the red light. The red light was taking on a shape that made it look as if the boy was on fire. Wence covered his eyes. He couldn't stand to see an innocent bystanded be incinerated. However, the next thing he heard was. "Whoa..."
Wence opened his eyes. The boy was still standing, looking exactly like he was before he had touched the crystal, except with a look of astonishment on his face. "What WAS that thing?"
A theory hit Wence. "Congratulations." he said. "You just became the Fire Chosen."
"What?" the boy asked. He had a look of fear in his face.
"What's your name?" Wence asked.
"Benny." The boy responded as he picked up the red crystal cautiously. A small red glow could be seen at the centre of the crystal, but nothing nearly as epic as what had happened before. He tucked the crystal into his pocket. "I think I should keep this, if that's all right with you."
Wence nodded. "I think you should too. Come Benny, I have much to tell you."
AN:Oookay, end of chapter. In the next chapter, Tony meets Wence and Benny. Bonds of anger form as the three realize that Wence is not the only visitor from the Moonlands.
Disclaimer:I don't own Magi-Nation or anything associated with it. I do, however, own the general plotline, plus my original creatures and the legend of the Chosen and all things associated with it.
Chapter One:Fire
"Where are they!" the creature demanded.
The old man that the creature was holding up just smiled. "They are on Earth."
"Don't give me none of your Earth shit!" the creature yelled tossing the old man aside like a rag doll. The man crumled against the hollowed-out tree that served as his house. "There is not even a baby named Earth in all of the Moonlands."
"Maybe you are not looking in the right place?" the old man said, not talking at all like you would to a giant living plant who had just thrown you around carelessly. In fact, his purpose almost appearing to be to just tick off the creature. If things were as they appeared, he succeeded.
The creature let out a cry of frustration, and the old man soon found a vine as thick as a sewer pipe up against his chest. "Stop talking in riddles!" the creature grunted angrily. "Tell me where they are and I will spare you."
"I have told you before, they are on Earth." the elderly man said, only a tinge of insecurity in his voice. The creature cried out in anger and flicked his mighty vine, sending the old man falling from a height that no human could survive after a drop from.
"Fool." the creature murmured, shifting away. Unknown to either the now dead man or the plant-like creature, a teenage boy was watching them.
* * *
Wence rushed back into the Vash Inn, a small cylindrical inn that still towered above all of the other small Vash Naroom buildings. "Poad!" He called out, searching for the innkeeper. "Poad! A plant creature came into town and plunged Evu down the drop! Poad!"
After searching the entire lobby, Wence noticed a note tacked to the counter.
Dear Visitors,
Sorry for not being present, but an emergency came up. If you were in the southern side of town, you should have noticed that a giant plant monster is destroying stuff. Me and other important members of the town have gathered to conference at Orwin's home. Sorry for the inconvienience. Please return to the inn when Vash Naroom is not in a state of chaos. In the meanwtime, see the sites that are still standing. Thank you for choosing the Vash Inn
Sorrowfully,
Poad(the innkeeper)
"Well, it's not like there's any other inn in town." Wence mumbled, slightly amused by the note. Suddenly, the horror of the creature rushed back to his mind. It had been like no other Dream Creature Wence had seen. In fact, Wence didn't know if it as a Dream Creature, creatures from the Dream Realm who appeared in spirit tornados found in wild areas in the Moonlands. But this creature wasn't in a spirit tornado, and if it had belonged to a Magi the Magi would have had to trail close behind to keep the creature's solid form. The only people around the creature had been fleeing. Plus it could talk, an ability which was reserved for a special few Dream Creatures.
Whatever it was, the creature was bizaare and frightening. It appeared to be wearing a skirt of tangled vines From the top of those vines, five vines as thick as sewer pipes emerged, almost identical to the other thing that had-a neck and head, both snakelike. It had talked in a very deep voice.
"Ah, Wence." A kind voice said from behind him. Wence spun around, and saw the chubby figure of Poad entering the building.
"What was the verdict?" Wence asked curiosly and eagerly.
"The Chosen." Poad said ominously. Wence gasped.
"Who made THAT decision!" Wence said angrily, jumping to his feet. "The Seer? What are a bunch of children going to do! Listen, that creature killed Evu. Almost effortlessly, might I add. Now I know that he may have some strange ideas, but Evu is an expert Magi. What do you think some kids who don't even know what a Magi are going to do to not meet a similar fate? Speaking of which, why don't you just blast the damned plant."
"Pruitt, Eidon and some other more fit Magi are going to help eliminate the unidentifiable creature." Poad answered holding out his hand. "Maybe you have not heard the latest news. These kind of things have been reported across the Moonlands, mostly near towns. Also, several ghost sightings have been reported in and around the areas that Shadow Geysers once stood. Something's definately wrong."
"Just call back that Tony guy." Wence sighed, sitting down.
Poad's eyes twinkled oddly. "I have a job for you, Wence." he announced. "You are going to be the Chooser."
"WHAT!" Wence cried, leaping to his feet once again. "I'm going to be a part of this stupid-and I mean really stupid-project. Why don't you pick somebody who actually believes this junk about some kids who don't know nothing making everything all better."
"Double negatives." Poad said, paying little attention to Wence's outburst. "We were going to choose Yaki, but I think he'd be too...enthusiastic. Now you, on the other hand, are very cynical of the Chosen. Thus, I'm sure you will Choose the perfect Chosen. Yaki would just choose the first half-decent six.'
"I still don't see why you don't just send Magus Kyros." Wence muttered, taking his seat once again.
"He will play a part in this too." Poad replied. "You shall arrive in Tavel Rock. Once there, we reccomend you contact Kyros, or as he is called in his universe, Tony Jones. He will help you journey through his world until you find the Chosen."
"Well, at least you have a plan." Wence said degruntledly. "A pointless plan, but a plan nonetheless."
* * *
It was nighttime. The odd creature had been vanquished, facing the same fate it had inflicted on Evu. It had been arranged that Wence was to be the Chooser. Nothing inmmediately troubling was occuring, but Wence still found no sleep that night.
The legend of the Chosen kept replaying itself in Wence's mind. When the Moonlands were in trouble, a group of six children would be chosen to rescue them. These chosen would be responsible for saving the world. The six of them represented Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Thunder and Nature. They would come from another world, where a Chooser would Chose the six most fit for the job-or so the legend said.
The part that bothered Wence the most(besides the improper capitalization) was that it had no explanation how the Chosen were supposed to save the Moonlands. Sure, Magus Kyros had done okay, but he hadn't been chosen by a Chooser, he had just been brought to the world. It was only after his arrival that the trouble had started. And then again, there was the problem of getting the children to leave their world. Maybe they should have been taken forcably.
Wence rolled over in a futile attempt to sleep. He would need to be awake for this mission, he told himself. He figured it would be the last time for a while it'd be safe to sleep, but this did not please his very awake mind. Wence lay awake until the early hours of the morning, where loud snores drifted in through the wood the inn was made of and lulled him to sleep.
* * *
Wence blinked several times and yawned because of lack of sleep. Even after sleep finally reached him, it was a restless sleep. His mind could not escape the troubles that now faced him. He had been presented in front of the Vash Naroom Council.
"This boy." the elder of Vash Naroom, Orwin, said. "Will be responsible for choosing the ones who save the Moonlands!" Wence yawned again as polite applause reached his ears. A part of his brain told him to keep his appearence up, but that suggestion was ignored.
"That ma replacement, huh?" a loud, young voice came from the back of the table. Wence dimly realized it as Yaki, the energetic trainer. "Look like he nocturnal. Well, I hope you do as good a jon as I would do, YEEEEAAAAAAH!"
Wence smiled. "I shall accompany him to the link between the two worlds, but I can go no farther than that. Once again Wence, I encourage you to contact Magus Kyros as soon as possible." The voice came from a middle-aged man named Eidon.
Wence remembered very little of the trip there. Eidon took him down a descending tunnel lined with crystals of every colour of the rainbow. After what seemed like an eternity of wait, they stopped at a chamber. There seemed to be an abundance of crystals here. In the center of the chamber there was a large golden crstal. "Take it." Eidon said.
Wence picked it up. At first, nothing happened. Wence thought that he might be off the hook. But then, the golden crystal started glowing. Everything was covered with a golden haze. Eidon mouthed goodluck before his face faded away into goldenness. The gold began to swirl around Wence. Then, there was no more gold. Everything went to black.
* * *
When Wence awoke, he was no longer tired. Hushed voices-all masquline-whispered, but Wence couldn't hear a word they were saying. He rolled over and felt three bodies jumping away from him. The masculine voices began whispering again. Coming out of the groginess that comes after being unconcious, Wence could pick up one strand of conversation.
"Don't worry, it's just one of those insane beggars. We'd better get out of here, it looks like he's waking up!"
"He dosen't look like one. He looks forgein."
"If you ask me, he looks creepy."
Wence lifted himself up. As he opened his eyes, he could see two boys darting away. A third remained, approaching Wence with caution. "Are you all right?" the remaining boy asked , talking as if Wence was prone to biting his head off.
"Yeah." Wence said. He noticed that he was no longer holding the golden crystal. A sting of panic raced through his heart. Had someone taken it? Maybe one of those boys? It had brought him here. He hated to think what a stranger could do with that crystal. This was, according to Eidon, a time of crisis. They didn't need a young teenager from another dimension running around causing trouble.
Trying to ease his panic, he looked at the kid who had remained. He was wearing a punkish outfit-leather vest, red shirt, black pants. His hair was a reddish-brown colour and was stuck up in animé-style spikes. In fact, the boy looked quite reminiscant of an animé character.
"Let me help you with what you dropped." the boy said as he reached down to pick up something near Wence's feet. Wence looked down and saw six small crystals laying at his feet, one for each colour of the rainbow.
"Don't touch those!" Wence warned, not knowing what they were but having a bad feeling about them. The boy turned his head, but it was too late. His hand clenched around the red crystal. Almost immediately, red light burst out from the crystal. It became obvious that the boy was struggling to pry his fingers from the crystal, but he could not. A reddish light began to cover the boy's body, then the boy was completely glowing red.
Wence jumped foward to help, but the other five crystals flashed white and Wence was thrown backwards. The other five crystals flashed white again, and each one sent a beam of their respecive colour at the boy. The beams were absorbed by the red light. The red light was taking on a shape that made it look as if the boy was on fire. Wence covered his eyes. He couldn't stand to see an innocent bystanded be incinerated. However, the next thing he heard was. "Whoa..."
Wence opened his eyes. The boy was still standing, looking exactly like he was before he had touched the crystal, except with a look of astonishment on his face. "What WAS that thing?"
A theory hit Wence. "Congratulations." he said. "You just became the Fire Chosen."
"What?" the boy asked. He had a look of fear in his face.
"What's your name?" Wence asked.
"Benny." The boy responded as he picked up the red crystal cautiously. A small red glow could be seen at the centre of the crystal, but nothing nearly as epic as what had happened before. He tucked the crystal into his pocket. "I think I should keep this, if that's all right with you."
Wence nodded. "I think you should too. Come Benny, I have much to tell you."
AN:Oookay, end of chapter. In the next chapter, Tony meets Wence and Benny. Bonds of anger form as the three realize that Wence is not the only visitor from the Moonlands.