AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hooooowah. I'm not completely insane yet people! Go me. Anyway, I'd like to bring something to everyone's attention. Last night Ryusama0 (my boyfriend ^__^) asked me if there were going to be ANY straight couples in this fanfic.
Well, yesindeedlydoo!
Not only is this fanfic Heath/Koren but also Angela/Duran and Hawk/Lise. So for those of you that thought your favorite couplings were being neglected you are SO WRONG! It'll become much more obvious in the forecoming chapters who's hooking up with who. Maybe even in this chapter...hmm...I don't know...keep reading!
On to the story!
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The Grand Tournament
Chapter 11
Adjusting his robes, Heath looked into the mirror one last time for confidence. His teammates had told him about Quinn's ideals about him, which made him want to defeat his opponent even more. Touching the Shard of Elders on his tiara and feelings it's warmth of power throughout his fingers made him sure of himself. Casting his gaze on Koren's still sleeping form, he smiled and walked over to the bed. Leaning over slightly, he kissed the Mage's forehead gently, making him stir slightly in his sleep. Smiling once more, Heath left the room quietly.
~*~
"Still sound asleep I'm guessin'." Darkshine remarked when the Mirage Mage sat at the table. "He was always a late one to get up, and very hard to wake up. One time he singed off me feather with a fireball because I tried to get him up. Honestly!" Everyone at the table laughed and Heath felt a great sense of security.
"So Heath," started Duran, setting down his juice glass, "Are you reading for your fight? Against that elf guy?"
"Ready as ever, it can't be held off any longer can it?" Heath replied, starting on his eggs. "I have to fight now so I can take care of Koren later."
"Good plan! Just remember to show no mercy!" growled Duran with gusto, "Chop off his ears, rip out his tongue, gouge out his eyes..."
"DURAN!" screeched Angela, slapping her hand over Duran's mouth tightly. "Shut up. We're. Trying. To. Eat!"
"Emjussryingooiveimfideence!"
She took her hand off. "What?"
"I'm just trying to give him confidence! You're such a brat sometimes Angie, I swear."
THWACK.
"I AM NOT A BRAT!" Angela yelled while Duran began nursing the new sore on his head.
"You are too..." Duran said quietly, but obviously not quietly enough. The Princess loomed over him.
"WHAT? IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, SAY IT!" she roared, raising her fist again. Duran shrunk back. "WELL? SAY IT YOU WIMP!"
"You'll hit me again!"
"DIE INFIDEL!" Angela swung at him and missed, and Duran took this chance to escape with the Magus hot on his tail.
"...I think they like each other." Hawk joked cheerily sipping his coffee. Everyone chuckled lightly and Lise suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Heath! While we were all here yesterday and you were with Koren we were thinking about Quinn. I mean, why he's here and all."
"Oh?" replied Heath, not surprised, "Does it have anything to do with the Mana Crystals?" Lise looked heartbroken.
"B-but how did you know?"
"Oh, I knew that was the reason when I first saw him. Why else would an Elf be here?"
Lise thumped herself on the table in histrionics.
"Ahh! And it took us all afternoon yesterday to figure it out..." she whined while Hawk patted her back sympathetically.
"...Maybe I should've just had breakfast in the room today..." Heath thought aloud and the Darkshine Knight nodded.
"I'm startin' to agree with you."
~*~
"COWARD!"
"BITTER WITCH!"
"BOY SCOUT!"
"TEN LUC WHORE!"
"TEN LUC?!?" Smack.
"Oh for crying out..." Koren muttered angrily into his pillow before putting it over his head. He'd woken up in the middle of a new war between Altena and Forcena with Duran and Angela screaming and wrestling outside his door. Angrily, he sat up slowly and pelted an Earthquake rock at the door.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled, and a few seconds after, they both peered into his room. Duran had a black eye and Angela's hair was very tussled.
"Whoa. Uhm. Sorry, Koren." Angela apologized while Duran began to sneak away. The Magus caught him by the back of his shirt and dragged him back. "How are you feeling?"
"Not exactly well rested." Retorted Koren sharply, "But I have a lot more strength today than yesterday."
"Heath's fighting today." Angela remarked, kicking Duran in the shin before continuing, "Are you going to be okay while he's gone?"
"I'll manage."
"Uhm...right. Okay then, see yo---DURAN YOU LITTLE---"
"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN BITCH! HAHAHAHA!" Angela slammed the door shut and Koren sighed and flopped down on the bed.
"I think they like each other." He said to himself.
~*~
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the fourth fight of the Grand Tournament!" Shichi cheered in her usual squeaky voice, sending the crowd into frenzy. "We apologize for the delay of this fight, but today it's sure to be a good one! Today's fighters are Heath from the Mirage Palace and Quinn from the Flowergarden Forest!"
The gate before Heath opened and he stepped out into the sunlight, briskly making his way to the center of the arena. Quinn stepped up to him and gave him a superior look, ears wiggling slightly to make his earrings jingle.
"Now, before we fight we must discuss the rules..."
"Little girl," started Quinn, "I think we all know what we're gonna say. Fight to the death or otherwise."
Shichi was silent.
"...Little girl?" Shichi suddenly let out a human growl and seemed to grow three feet in size. She developed claws and her eyes burned as red as the sunset. She started the Elf in the eyes and hissed.
"I am NOT a little girl..." she snarled, startling everyone in the stadium into silence. Quinn nodded calmly, and in a split second, Shichi was back to her normal cute self.
"Alright then! The rules are a fight to the death or unconsciousness!" she cheered, and it took the crowd awhile to register it was okay to go along with her. She stepped back and raised her hand.
"Ready...set...FIGHT!" she swung her arm down and Heath took a spell casting position while Quinn just stood there mockingly.
"So do you really think your boyfriend is going to get better?" he asked, sweeping his hair back. Heath's eyes narrowed. "I mean, come on. He's already near dead as it is. Why don't you just give up?"
There was a rustle, a flash, and Heath was on the other side of Quinn. The Elf felt a trickle of blood go down his chin and chuckled. Heath turned around sharply.
"I know he'll get better." The Mirage Mage stated confidently. "He won't fail as long as I'm there with him."
"Well then," replied Quinn challengingly as he whipped out his bow. "I guess we'll just have to see what he can do without you." Quick as lightning, the archer pulled out an arrow, tucked it in his bow and sent it flying at Heath who dodged out of the way just in time. However, Quinn kept firing at the same speed, leaving Heath only enough time to barely dodge out of the way. Quinn finally stopped and raised his hand into the air. His entire body became covered in a green aura.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I will! LEAF SABRE!" he cried and balls of pure energy erupted from his hand and spiraled up into the air before descending upon his weapon, causing it to glow a forest green. Heath reinstated his spell casting position and began to chant for Holy Ball.
"You won't even have time!" Quinn shouted, and pulled out three arrows and tucked them in his bow. "TRINITY FLASH!"
Heath opened his eyes in time to see the three arrows flying at him at godlike speed. Quinn was right; he didn't have time. The three spears struck his shoulders and sent him flying with their force. Landing hard on the ground, Heath hissed in the blinding pain and removed the three arrows to find that his blood had turned a nasty green.
'Poisoned.' Heath thought dryly, and began to chant for Tinkle Rain, but Quinn had already prepared another three arrows.
"Don't you understand? I'm just too quick for you!" he taunted and drew back his bow. "TRINITY FLASH!" The arrows flew at Heath, causing the Mage to simply gasp in fear watching one fly right for his forehead.
*~*
The mysterious archer Quinn has left Heath helpless to his attacks, with no time to dodge nor defend! Is this the end of the Mirage Mage?
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CLIFFHANGER! Bwahaha, I'm so evil to y'all. But that doesn't mean you don't review. No...no! Press the button...right there. Yeah. Okay then. Just do it!
Oh, and I forgot to mention this in the earlier Author's Note, but I am currently looking for a beta reader to check my story before uploading it onto fanfiction.net and giving me feedback. The perk? You'll be able to read the chapter before anyone else!! If you're interested, drop your e-mail into your review or e-mail me with information on times you are available.
Thanks much! And always review!
Well, yesindeedlydoo!
Not only is this fanfic Heath/Koren but also Angela/Duran and Hawk/Lise. So for those of you that thought your favorite couplings were being neglected you are SO WRONG! It'll become much more obvious in the forecoming chapters who's hooking up with who. Maybe even in this chapter...hmm...I don't know...keep reading!
On to the story!
*~*
The Grand Tournament
Chapter 11
Adjusting his robes, Heath looked into the mirror one last time for confidence. His teammates had told him about Quinn's ideals about him, which made him want to defeat his opponent even more. Touching the Shard of Elders on his tiara and feelings it's warmth of power throughout his fingers made him sure of himself. Casting his gaze on Koren's still sleeping form, he smiled and walked over to the bed. Leaning over slightly, he kissed the Mage's forehead gently, making him stir slightly in his sleep. Smiling once more, Heath left the room quietly.
~*~
"Still sound asleep I'm guessin'." Darkshine remarked when the Mirage Mage sat at the table. "He was always a late one to get up, and very hard to wake up. One time he singed off me feather with a fireball because I tried to get him up. Honestly!" Everyone at the table laughed and Heath felt a great sense of security.
"So Heath," started Duran, setting down his juice glass, "Are you reading for your fight? Against that elf guy?"
"Ready as ever, it can't be held off any longer can it?" Heath replied, starting on his eggs. "I have to fight now so I can take care of Koren later."
"Good plan! Just remember to show no mercy!" growled Duran with gusto, "Chop off his ears, rip out his tongue, gouge out his eyes..."
"DURAN!" screeched Angela, slapping her hand over Duran's mouth tightly. "Shut up. We're. Trying. To. Eat!"
"Emjussryingooiveimfideence!"
She took her hand off. "What?"
"I'm just trying to give him confidence! You're such a brat sometimes Angie, I swear."
THWACK.
"I AM NOT A BRAT!" Angela yelled while Duran began nursing the new sore on his head.
"You are too..." Duran said quietly, but obviously not quietly enough. The Princess loomed over him.
"WHAT? IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, SAY IT!" she roared, raising her fist again. Duran shrunk back. "WELL? SAY IT YOU WIMP!"
"You'll hit me again!"
"DIE INFIDEL!" Angela swung at him and missed, and Duran took this chance to escape with the Magus hot on his tail.
"...I think they like each other." Hawk joked cheerily sipping his coffee. Everyone chuckled lightly and Lise suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Heath! While we were all here yesterday and you were with Koren we were thinking about Quinn. I mean, why he's here and all."
"Oh?" replied Heath, not surprised, "Does it have anything to do with the Mana Crystals?" Lise looked heartbroken.
"B-but how did you know?"
"Oh, I knew that was the reason when I first saw him. Why else would an Elf be here?"
Lise thumped herself on the table in histrionics.
"Ahh! And it took us all afternoon yesterday to figure it out..." she whined while Hawk patted her back sympathetically.
"...Maybe I should've just had breakfast in the room today..." Heath thought aloud and the Darkshine Knight nodded.
"I'm startin' to agree with you."
~*~
"COWARD!"
"BITTER WITCH!"
"BOY SCOUT!"
"TEN LUC WHORE!"
"TEN LUC?!?" Smack.
"Oh for crying out..." Koren muttered angrily into his pillow before putting it over his head. He'd woken up in the middle of a new war between Altena and Forcena with Duran and Angela screaming and wrestling outside his door. Angrily, he sat up slowly and pelted an Earthquake rock at the door.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled, and a few seconds after, they both peered into his room. Duran had a black eye and Angela's hair was very tussled.
"Whoa. Uhm. Sorry, Koren." Angela apologized while Duran began to sneak away. The Magus caught him by the back of his shirt and dragged him back. "How are you feeling?"
"Not exactly well rested." Retorted Koren sharply, "But I have a lot more strength today than yesterday."
"Heath's fighting today." Angela remarked, kicking Duran in the shin before continuing, "Are you going to be okay while he's gone?"
"I'll manage."
"Uhm...right. Okay then, see yo---DURAN YOU LITTLE---"
"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN BITCH! HAHAHAHA!" Angela slammed the door shut and Koren sighed and flopped down on the bed.
"I think they like each other." He said to himself.
~*~
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the fourth fight of the Grand Tournament!" Shichi cheered in her usual squeaky voice, sending the crowd into frenzy. "We apologize for the delay of this fight, but today it's sure to be a good one! Today's fighters are Heath from the Mirage Palace and Quinn from the Flowergarden Forest!"
The gate before Heath opened and he stepped out into the sunlight, briskly making his way to the center of the arena. Quinn stepped up to him and gave him a superior look, ears wiggling slightly to make his earrings jingle.
"Now, before we fight we must discuss the rules..."
"Little girl," started Quinn, "I think we all know what we're gonna say. Fight to the death or otherwise."
Shichi was silent.
"...Little girl?" Shichi suddenly let out a human growl and seemed to grow three feet in size. She developed claws and her eyes burned as red as the sunset. She started the Elf in the eyes and hissed.
"I am NOT a little girl..." she snarled, startling everyone in the stadium into silence. Quinn nodded calmly, and in a split second, Shichi was back to her normal cute self.
"Alright then! The rules are a fight to the death or unconsciousness!" she cheered, and it took the crowd awhile to register it was okay to go along with her. She stepped back and raised her hand.
"Ready...set...FIGHT!" she swung her arm down and Heath took a spell casting position while Quinn just stood there mockingly.
"So do you really think your boyfriend is going to get better?" he asked, sweeping his hair back. Heath's eyes narrowed. "I mean, come on. He's already near dead as it is. Why don't you just give up?"
There was a rustle, a flash, and Heath was on the other side of Quinn. The Elf felt a trickle of blood go down his chin and chuckled. Heath turned around sharply.
"I know he'll get better." The Mirage Mage stated confidently. "He won't fail as long as I'm there with him."
"Well then," replied Quinn challengingly as he whipped out his bow. "I guess we'll just have to see what he can do without you." Quick as lightning, the archer pulled out an arrow, tucked it in his bow and sent it flying at Heath who dodged out of the way just in time. However, Quinn kept firing at the same speed, leaving Heath only enough time to barely dodge out of the way. Quinn finally stopped and raised his hand into the air. His entire body became covered in a green aura.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I will! LEAF SABRE!" he cried and balls of pure energy erupted from his hand and spiraled up into the air before descending upon his weapon, causing it to glow a forest green. Heath reinstated his spell casting position and began to chant for Holy Ball.
"You won't even have time!" Quinn shouted, and pulled out three arrows and tucked them in his bow. "TRINITY FLASH!"
Heath opened his eyes in time to see the three arrows flying at him at godlike speed. Quinn was right; he didn't have time. The three spears struck his shoulders and sent him flying with their force. Landing hard on the ground, Heath hissed in the blinding pain and removed the three arrows to find that his blood had turned a nasty green.
'Poisoned.' Heath thought dryly, and began to chant for Tinkle Rain, but Quinn had already prepared another three arrows.
"Don't you understand? I'm just too quick for you!" he taunted and drew back his bow. "TRINITY FLASH!" The arrows flew at Heath, causing the Mage to simply gasp in fear watching one fly right for his forehead.
*~*
The mysterious archer Quinn has left Heath helpless to his attacks, with no time to dodge nor defend! Is this the end of the Mirage Mage?
*~*
CLIFFHANGER! Bwahaha, I'm so evil to y'all. But that doesn't mean you don't review. No...no! Press the button...right there. Yeah. Okay then. Just do it!
Oh, and I forgot to mention this in the earlier Author's Note, but I am currently looking for a beta reader to check my story before uploading it onto fanfiction.net and giving me feedback. The perk? You'll be able to read the chapter before anyone else!! If you're interested, drop your e-mail into your review or e-mail me with information on times you are available.
Thanks much! And always review!