He looked at the far statue in discontent, his eyes narrowing as the flames flickered, morphing the statue's shadow behind it.
"False god of the Mystics... that you would have to be here... very well, I should continue my summoning regardless of the haphazard decoration..."
Magus glared as his arms began to outstretch above his head, coming to a parallel position outwards from his body.
He clenched his fists in anger.
"The time has come, Lavos. Prepare for the Black Wind..."
He recalled the time he was once weak, when he was but a child stranded in an age he knew nothing about. Now, after the many years passed, when he grew to his mid Twenties, he had no equal in the world.
But... was it all worth it?
What would Schala think of the atrocities that he allowed to happen?
"Sure... I was never sent to kill the enemy, save for Cyrus... but even that was defending myself... would she still love me for my plunge to the darkness?"
The dark energies in the room began to coalesce, as he conjured the Black Wind to it's fullest.
"No matter... I am the purveyor of death to the being of destruction... Lavos... prepare..."
His hands outstretched, a voice suddenly pierced the silence of his mind.
"Lord Magus!"
He sighed, "What is it, Ozzie?"
"The castle is being attacked, Lord! 3 quarters of the garrison have been either killed or seriously wounded... and Flea and Slash have fled after receiving near mortal wounds from the attackers!"
His right fist clenched and unclenched as he brought it to his forehead, resting his palm flatly against it.
"It's that damn Toad, isn't it?"
"Yes, Lord, he carries the Masamune!"
"I don't see how a broken-"
"It's not broken, Magus! The thing's back together and shining as bright as the best of the pastries in the world!"
"Impossible, there's one man in the whole of history who could repair that blade, and he should be dead!"
"There goes another Hench... well, the sword is definitely saying otherwise, Lord. I hope that Lavos thing you're summoning will take care of them."
"Oh, I'm sure..."
The mental connection was severed as Magus redoubled his efforts on the spell to summon the beast that he would eventually have his revenge on.
He opened a weathered book in front of him, the outside of which having been subjected to wear over time, though primitive mystics had been keen on preserving the rest.
The irony of the title would have floored him, had he been able to see it.
Summoning the Beast
Failures and Destiny
Recorded By: Magus
Prophet and Herald of the Zeal Mage guilds
Had he not been so busy in researching the lengths of the spell inside, he would have realized that the aged script was indeed in his own hand. But for now, he could only smirk as he voiced the words passed on through time.
"Istari, Neumenor, Olorin, Mithrandir,
The culling of time, in darkness and fear.
Squaresoft, Enix, Sega, Nintendo,
Aeons passed, in darkness I go.
Israfil, Earendil, Morgan, Fey,
Of the stars in night, and the Sun of the day.
Terren, Otaria, Lavos, Myght,
I call the Shadow to summon this blight.
Neuga, ziena, zieber, zom,
Now the chosen time has come..."
Small footsteps slowly made way through his entrance hall, but Magus relented, being sure to complete the summoning.
"Endar, Tyran, Itrin, Hirire,
Exchange this world for..." (The Beast of Fire!)
"Magus!!"
He turned, smirking as he continued to pour some of his magic into the fueling for his spell.
The boy (he caught himself, for the one he had heard called Glenn older than when he last battled with Magus as a young boy ten years before) Glenn, the Frog, was accompanied by a Red haired muscular man and an odd creature that was made of some metallic alloy.
"I... It's that stupid frog!"
He chortled, casually making another symbol for summoning as he enunciated his words.
"Kissed any princesses lately?!"
A frogish noise sounded from Glenn, as he held out his unmistakable weapon.
"I rather enjoy this form, and I oweth it all to you!"
The frog flipped, brandishing his weapon once again.
"I have something for you!"
Magus smirked once again, as he felt the spell begin to sink in throughout the castle, as more power seeped from the energies of the unwitting mystic army.
"Ah..."
Melchoir's finest weapon pointed to him, glowing a faint blue color.
"The Masamune!!! I bet you're dying to use it!"
He heard a faint voice resonating from the blade.
"Hey bro, you recognize this guy?"
"Sure do, Masa, isn't it... the Prophet?"
Magus smirked; surely they were mistaken... though he had almost forgotten about the family of creatures that inhabited Zeal at one time.
"Oh, I'm not the Prophet, silly creatures." He sent over with his mind. "Though I'm sure seventeen years have made my once childish looks more dashing..."
"Seventeen... Mune! Can you do a quick scan at what he might have looked like then?"
"Masa... that hair color... at someone who would have probably been a kid at that time...there's only one kid I can even think of."
"... Prince Janus!"
Magus smirked again, "And now you know where that damn Lavos brought me..."
"Prince Janus! Glenn wants to kill you! Then again..."
"Yeah, Mune's got a point. We saw what you did to him and Cyrus. Wasn't very nice..."
He turned, grimacing as he began to hover, the conversation barely taking seconds. "Try being nice after having everything you've ever known and loved destroyed as you were flung into the depths of the fourth dimension..."
"I guess I can see what you mean... but Prince, Glenn passed the test. I guess the only thing we can do is hold back our power, but since it harms those of Shadow..."
"Yeah, you're still going to get hurt. What are you summoning, anyway?"
He grimaced again, as he floated even higher. "I'm summoning Lavos so I can kill him."
"Wow, good luck with that. Uh, after seeing what he did to you at the Ocean Palace though..."
"Masa! He doesn't know about that yet! Don't you see? This is before he became the Prophet!"
He took the information without so much of a nod, it made sense, after all. "So, I guess I am the Prophet. This conversation is over... I have my revenge to seek."
He cut the communication with a wave of his hand, swiftly turning to gaze upon the three intruders.
"The black wind begins to blow..."
Magus, the Herald of the Mystic guilds, glanced at his pitiful adversaries as he slowly drew his scythe.
"Okay..."
So what if he was the Prophet?
"Give me your best shot..."
Lavos was to die by his hand. And there would be none to stand in his way.
"If you're prepared for the void!"
The Herald fought who would end up aiding in his vengeance.
