Also, this is the last short chapter. Now that I'm returning to the site, I'm trying to make all of my chapters longer, and since this one's already been written, well… Enjoy.
Chapter 06: Old Foe
Arderial- Temple of Magic
"So you pulled me down here cause you knew I was here to find this place?" Tony asked, puzzled.
"Well, more or less." Kalius said with a smile. "I just figured that since you'd die if you tried to attack the New Core in the palace now, I'd help."
"What do you mean I'd die?"
"Tony, no offense, but you rely-"
"Too much on the Dream Creatures." Tony cut in, smiling. "I've been getting that a lot lately."
"I hate telling you how true it is, Tony, but like you've been told, the New Core magi are more powerful than any one you've fought before. The only chance you have to win is to become a master spell caster."
"And exactly how do I do that?"
The blue haired boy smiled this time. "By defeating the current master. If you do that, you'll become a master of the spells of whatever world you're on."
"So, are you the master?" this remark got a loud laugh from Kalius.
"You're kidding me, right? I'm not the Master of Spells. Do I look like I could keep a role like that? No! I lost it months ago."
"Then who did you lose it to."
"Me." A cold shiver shot down Tony's spine, as his mind connected the voice to the body of his greatest rival. He turned to see the large gloved, face shrouded, Core Magi, Morag. "Tony Jones. I finally get to kill my murderer."
"Oh… shap."
Cald- Inner Volcano
"Stupid Kybar's Teeth Elder." Kazm growled, sagging over. His aviator goggles were now latched to his belt, his dirty blonde hair in front of his eyes. "'Go to Cald.' he said. 'There, you must find the Ring Smith, for only she can be of any help to the world right now.' Bah! What do I get when I get here? An earthquake, a horde of Core Magi, and a stroll to the center of a VOLCANO!"
The youthful Magi's rage triggered one of his rings, a large Rock Hyren shooting forth. As this happened, though, a Magma Hyren flew from the molten rock around him, dragging his Dream Creature under. Kazm jumped back as a surge shot up, a silver haired Magi a top the magma. She landed flat on her feet, cold eyes aimed at the Kybar's Teeth denizen. She wore a cloth tube top and long skirt, both shades of gray.
"Why are you here?"
"Kazm's sweat began to come out cold. He shook as he said, "I'm from Kybar's Teeth. I was told that I needed to find you."
Her eyes became slits. "Is that so? Well, there's nothing I can do anymore. Maybe if you'd picked up your pace and gotten here yesterday."
"Hey!" Kazm's anger from earlier returned. He didn't care how scary someone was, he didn't take an insult. "Do you know the crap I had to go through to get to this Moonlands hell?"
"I don't care. You made it, so how you made it has no relevance to me. All that matters, you're here too late for it to matter. Now Jones is going to have to come here to get us, which may not cross his mind since Cald has no Temple."
"Wait. Jones? You mean Tony Jones? The Great Magus Kyros?"
"No, not Kyros. He is the last person we want to show up here. As for Tony, well, he is exactly who we want."
"What? Tony IS the Great Magus Kyros, chick."
"I disagree." as the words were said, the magma turned black, hardening. Before it was done, a single Magi appeared. He was now wearing a purple over shirt, hanging open, but it was still the same evil. Kyros stood in the frozen volcano, and his eyes were on the female Magi. "Hello, Magam. "
To Be Continued…