This will be the first time I write a story for an anime like Zatch Bell but hopefully you enjoy it.

Every 1000 years, Mamodo are sent to Earth in a battle to determine the King of the Mamodo World for the next millennia. In the previous battle, only one hundred Mamodo were sent into the battle, with the victor becoming known as King Bell.

Now a new battle has begun and a new king shall be decided!

A figure with tanned skin and platinum blonde hair walked through the wilderness, of where he had no idea. He wore a red cloak that covered his body except for his bare feet. His yellow eyes gave off an aura of fierce determination and focus. He carried a burlap sack with him that was hung over his right shoulder. He continued until he reached a hillside that overlooked a sprawling metropolis, cars swarmed the city and bright lights sparkled even with it being the middle of the day.

The man grunted and reached into his bag, pulling out a bronze book...

"They're here... I can feel it..."

"Crap, he's coming and we're nowhere near ready!" A young man cursed, he and some other men were working on a car in a garage. Tools and car parts were strewn everywhere.

The young man was an employee at some sort of auto shop who looked to be in his late teens. His uniform consisted of a blue shirt and black pants with black boots. He also had a nametag with the name 'Brendan' written on it.

"Do we have that new alternator installed yet? Mr. Jones will be here soon." Brendan asked.

"Almost done." One of his coworkers replied. A few turns of the ratchet the man used and the car part was securely installed.

"Let's hope this works." Brendan said as he took inserted a set of car keys into the ignition. The crew working on the car breathed a collective sigh of relief when the car turned on with no cranking issues.

"I'm telling you B, you're a magician with cars! Why are you spending your time getting a teaching degree?" An employee named JT asked.

"Because teaching is my passion. It's better to do what makes you happy."

Brendan and JT changed out of their uniforms. The former was a light skinned young man now wearing a grey button down shirt with navy blue jeans and white sneakers, he had light brown hair that was neatly combed and green eyes. The latter was a dark skinned young man about the same age as Brendan; he wore a red short sleeved shirt and black jeans with purple and gold sneakers he had black hair that was in waves though it was covered by a durag.

"I don't know about that, man. Being a teacher doesn't really pay that much, I'm stickin' with what I got."

"If that's what you wanna do then go for it." Brendan shrugged. The two arrived at a bus stop, as JT entered the bus the two shared a fist bump.

"Haha, I will but don't ask me for help payin' bills cuz I'm gonna be chillin' in my mansion when I hit it big!"

"If you say so." Brendan laughed as the bus drove off, leaving the man to continue his walk home. Just a cut through the park and he'd be home as usual, he and his friends played there since they were kids, having it be the quickest way home was a good way for Brendan to get a feeling of nostalgia for the more simple times in his life.

The peaceful walk was cut short by the sound of a child crying. A little boy that couldn't have been older than four years old was running to a woman who appeared to be his mother. Brendan heard the kid babble that there was another kid bigger than him bullying him and some other kids around, at first he didn't bother to think too much of it, but when he mentioned that he was throwing rocks at them, that got his attention.

Then the mother asked him how big the rock was... the boy said that it started out as being bigger than his head and then exploded into smaller pieces...

Both Brendan and the boy's mother had a look of disbelief followed by suspicion. He must have been exaggerating a bit, but a bigger kid throwing rocks at a toddler was still serious business. Just as the mom assured the boy that everything would be alright, they heard the sound of an older man's voice.

"Petru!"

A rock slightly larger than an American football suddenly came flying into the path the mother, her son and Brendan were walking on. The rock exploded upon impact with the ground, turning into smaller, perfectly-round rocks the size of baseballs that bounced once or twice before finally stopping. Many other people along the path ran in a panic, others watched in shock.

"T-that's the mean boy!" The toddler cried out. A rather greasy looking man stepped out from behind a tree, he was slightly overweight and wore a white wife-beater and grey sweatpants with worn out sneakers. He had a dirt brown colored book with a strange symbol on it. A boy that appeared to be somewhere between eight to ten years old was standing by his side. The boy had hair and eyes the same color as the man's book, he wore a grass green pair of pants and gray shirt with sneakers of the same color.

"Hey!" The mother called out. "What is wrong with you?! Attacking an innocent child!"

The man simply smiled, revealing his teeth which were yellow with some even missing.

"What? We were just playing a game?" The man said, his voice was a bit ragged, Brendan could tell he smoked and even looking at him made him feel queasy. That uneasy feeling he got from him only multiplied when he saw him licking his lips as he looked at the mother and child. The boy that the man had by his side looked like he didn't care about his what his "guardian" was thinking and simply tossing one of his baseball sized rocks upwards and catching it with a devious smile on his face.

Now, Brendan always considered himself to be a relatively peaceful person, avoiding conflict whenever possible, but the behavior this guy was showing and the fact that he was openly harassing children crossed the line for him.

"Hey!" Brendan shouted. "Back off, that's a child for God's sake!"

The greasy guy turned his head at Brendan and grimaced, his kid turned his head as well and chuckled lightly as he looked at him. Once their eyes met though, the boy he calmly walked towards Brendan and stood about ten feet from him, keeping his eyes locked on the young man before stretching his arms outward, his palms facing Brendan.

"Mister, watch out!" the little boy shouted.

"Hehehe, let's see what happens if I use it on a person." The man laughed. "This is what you get for playing hero! Petru!"

The man's book glowed as he called out that word, Brendan had no idea what it meant but another football sized rock was launched at him from in front of the older kid's hands, Brendan jumped to the side the moment he saw it, but the rock exploded as it hit a nearby tree behind him, sending it's shrapnel in every direction which hit the man in the back and arms.

Brendan didn't know what was more shocking; the fact that the boy seemed to be able to launch rocks, the fact that the rock could explode and bounce like that, or the fact that this whole situation was happening at all. The only thing that he could understand was that the book might be the reason for it. If he was going to somehow make it out of this dilemma, he would have to get that book away from that greaseball! The only question is how the heck he was going to do that. The worst part is that there was absolutely no way of backing out of this now, he had already stepped up to the plate...

With adrenaline beginning to pump through his system, Brendan got back to his feet surprisingly quickly.

"Try to actually hit him this time!" The guy said.

"Hmph, this next one won't miss..." The boy said, finally speaking up for the first time.

"Why are you doing this?" Brendan asked. "How are you doing this?!"

"Wouldn't you like to know, loser!" The kid responded, laughing at Brendan before preparing to launch another rock.

"Petru!"

Brendan dove for the ground the moment he saw another rock begin to form, he tried to avoid anything that could potentially cause the smaller rocks to hit him but it was rather tough with so many trees around, especially with their size. Looking around, he noticed that the mother and her kid had backed away to what appeared to be a safer distance.

'Good.' Brendan thought. 'Whatever happens, at least those two are safe...'

Getting back up to his feet, Brendan continued to dive whenever the man called out that weird word. He was thankful that neither the kid nor the creepy guy seemed smart enough to properly aim their attacks, simply choosing to just fire it straight forward. What's more, the kid didn't appear to be able to control the rock after he launched it, so it wouldn't be able to score a direct hit as long as Brendan kept moving. However, there was one glaring issue with Brendan's strategy; the smaller rocks that came after the initial ones.

Those little buggers bounced back at him at a rate that should have been impossible for what they were and after getting hit by them over and over, Brendan could definitely tell they were rocks. He and his friends would sometimes toss small pebbles at each other as a joke, but at least those were tiny and wouldn't really cause any harm, but getting hit by a fast moving, bouncing rock that was as big as a baseball? That definitely did a lot more damage, and if he were to get hit in the head by one of those, it could potentially lead to something much more serious.

As if the situation wasn't dire enough, Brendan was slowly beginning to tire out, turns out repeatedly diving for the ground would tire a person out, who knew.

"Screw you!" The man shouted. "You let my prey escape this time but I can find them again! But since you pissed me off this much, I'll kill you!"

The man's face contorted into a look of hate as a wicked smile grew on the face of the boy. Brendan began to break out into a cold sweat, there was no way he could keep this up for much longer and these two were done messing around.

"You're getting tired, I can tell! Let's make this next one a really, really big one!" Brendan wasn't sure if it was fear, or just the last of his energy leaving his body but he found himself unable to move any longer. With his eyes wide in horror, he watched as the man made his incantation one more time.

"Petru!"

Brendan closed his eyes, awaiting the impact of the rock... but it never came. He heard it hit something, but he wasn't injured by it. As he opened his eyes, he was met with the back of a man wearing a tan cloak, his hair was platinum and was a bit spiky as it went down to his shoulders, from under his cloak he could see that the man wore rust colored pants and no shoes.

"That's enough." He said, his voice deep and commanding. He looked to be around his early 30's and was very muscular. He turned his gaze over to Brendan, who was at awe at the man who towered over him. Brendan was 6' 1" and this man appeared to be at least half a foot taller than him. Brendan almost didn't notice the burlap sack the man had until he dug into it and pulled out a book that looked exactly the same as the one the wicked man was holding.

The only difference between the two was the color; while his was a dirt brown, the one Brendan was holding was a brilliant bronze color.

"I knew the owner of my book was here, and as luck would have it, my first enemy is here as well." This new man said.

"Eh? He's got the same kind of book as you?"

"What? You think you're tough just because you're bigger than me?!" The kid boasted.

As the opposing man and boy prepared their book, the tan skinned man turned to Brendan.

"Open the book and recite the first spell."

At that point Brendan questioned if he either died or was going insane because he had no idea what the hell was going on anymore and he was certain the remaining onlookers were thinking the exact same thing. Maybe one of those rocks hit him a bit too hard, he wasn't sure. But if he was going crazy, the least he could do was play along. He opened the book and looked at the first page, whatever language it was, it certainly wasn't one that he had ever seen, the majority of the language was a pale blue color except for one passage that was bronze, the same color as the book itself.

As Brendan saw the bronze colored passages, he looked at them in awe. He wasn't sure how he could do it, since he was absolutely certain he had never seen writing like this in his entire twenty-two years of living, but he was able to read what the passages said. He also wasn't sure what compelled him to do it, but Brendan read it aloud...

"Zeruk..."

Well that's certainly one way to start off an adventure! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and what's to come in the future!