Dreams of the Planet

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Naruto x ?

Serge x ?

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''Normal Speech''

Inner Thoughts, Dialogue, or reading passages from books and scrolls

(Quick Notes and Messages or Echoes.)

(Dark over lapping echoes)

''Boss Summons, Demons, Dark beings speaking, Demonic/Angry characters Speaking as well as extremely Dark spells and Magic.''

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Story Start

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In an unknown location sat a book that had been hidden away for ages. Hidden away like a treasure never to meet the light of day. Untouched by human hands for an undetermined time as spider webs and dust caked it's layer. Hidden away for so long it's leather hide and pages had become frayed and brittle respectively. This treasure was a diary that contained words of a history passed. Within it's pages were a series of emotion crafted under the light of a flickering lamp. It's style old and long lost as it read:

What was the start of all these?

When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to answer that now,

from within the deep flow of time...

But, for a certainty, back then,

We loved so many, yet hated so much.

We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.

Yet, even then, we ran like the wind,

Whilst our laughter echoed under the cerulean skies...

In a crater encircled by a tall range of mountains sat a fortress. In the very heart of a volcano the fortress stood as an impenetrable stronghold.

Six statues of dragons, erected strategically around the fortress, amplified the majesty.

Upon a platform four figures were carried up. The first of the four figures to spring forward was a young, slender girl that sported a blonde ponytail and a unique ornamental tear-shaped necklace around her neck. She was dressed in skimpy, pinkish cotton under a striking red that hugged tightly her well-blossomed assets and revealed her well-toned waist. With just as revealing a skirt that bared her lower limbs, this girl seemed proud to flaunt her feminine curves. A dark blue scabbard, on a belt wrapped her waist, protected her hand-crafted dagger.

"What is it, Serge? You look troubled. This is it. There is no turning back now!" Stated the red-head of the group. She was dressed in a combination of red and blue. The blue was a long dress that extended from just above her bosom down to her knees. Over top she wore a comfortable, red outer dress that wore like a robe, but revealed much of the blue dress at the front. Little were precisely cut into the red dress that revealed her shoulders.

''We don't have time to waste!'' Spoke the male blond stepping forward. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and ankle length blue jeans. He had blond, sun-kissed hair that was spiky and three whiskers on each cheek. His complexion was that of someone that lived in an island under the warm rays of the sun and he hardly looked any older then his twenties!''

"Oi! Come on, Serge, Naruto, Leena!" The slender girl in red yelled. She turned around, facing down the hallway. "Just you wait, Lynx! Today's gonna be the day of reckoning! Say your prayers! Not that it'll do you any good!" The young girl boomed a victorious laughter that echoed down the hallway.

"Serge!" The girl known as Leena called out once more.

From the elevator stepped out a teen with blue hair sticking out of a red bandanna. He was the average boy who started off with a standard build had slightly toned out light the rest of his party from their long journey and battles. Toned biceps, forearms, and legs had complimented his natural tan skin. He was dressed in a black shirt under a leather vest that extended beyond his hips, and around his waist a black belt that held his leather vest neatly tucked against his body. His bottom was a pair of blue Bermudas with decorative patterns dyed near the hems.

The party soon emerged at a grand hall where bats flew and large mechanical bots stomped. The group of four proceeded to the center of the hall, ''Bats and Bots huh! No problem!'' Naruto exclaimed as he retrieved tagged kunai from his trench coat. Letting them fly with pin point accuracy the bats were disintegrated and the bots blasted over to there side, there damaged machinery exposed.

Weaving in and out of the hallways they found themselves traveling up a pair of stairs until they reached a circular pad of a crystal amethyst blue engraved with a symbol - seven rings; six at the corners of a hexagon joined by straight lines to one in the center. Flares of white danced around them, as four pillars of light shielded them and in a blink they were bulleted upwards into a hallway into the sky as the ceiling overhead opened. They found themselves settled down onto a structure that functioned as a hallway.

"Oi!" the girl in red roared. "What the bloody hell just happened?"

She walked to the edge of the roof and looked down.

"Wow! Bugger!" the girl exclaimed noisily. "We're so high up! Is this thing floating?"

The roof of the fortress, small as the top of a castle tower, floated above in the sky by unknown means. The dense clouds of the fortress seemed to enshroud the area like a mist as strong drafts persisted like in some windy and high altitude places.

''At least there's air,'' Naruto commented, knowing that at some high altitudes it became harder to breathe. It was like traveling deep in the ocean where pressure increased. A straight aisle led from the pad and to huge door closed to what seemed to be a chamber.

"Did it feel like your body passed through the floor just now?" Leena asked.

"This sure is some fort," the girl in red said as she turned away from the edge towards Serge. "Eh, Serge?"

She crossed her arms, tapped her right foot on the floor and waited for Serge's acknowledgement. When Serge didn't reply, the girl studied him.

"You alright, Serge?" she asked as she uncrossed her arms. "You've been acting all weird. Who knows what's up ahead, so just stay on your toes, eh?"

Serge nodded his head but he felt extremely uneasy. He was overcome by an ill feeling. He tried to maintain his composure and shoved the ominous feeling aside. He walked towards the door to the chamber, where he found himself suddenly engulfed by a mystical force that threaten to consume him. His entire body, muscle, flesh, and spirit felt like it was being pulled in all directions as his field of vision became warped.

Light flashed before Serge's eyes. A different scene took over his vision. Before stood an image of himself. No, this wasn't himself, this Serge was an imposter. His eyes, darken with malice as his face twisted into a cruel crooked grin. In that Serge's hand was a short dagger, fresh blood dripping from it. The girl in red now lay motionless in a puddle of red, her face grimaced in agony.

''KID!'' the blond let out a cry of outrage. 'I'll kill you!'' The blond had roared as he fired off a fireball. The imposter Serge moved with unparalleled speed as it slashed the side of the blond's throat with a Sea Swallow. The blond had rolled out to the side and clutched his injury. ''Bastard!" Before he could retaliate the imposter fired the black elemental spell 'Gravity Blow' The condensed ball of energy had blasted the blond into a wall.

The imposter Serge turned his hand towards the other party as black malevolent energy gathered in his hand. He had fired at the girl, but Serge had instinctively moved to protect his childhood friend. The last thing he heard before Darkness consuming him was a voice saying, ''Serge!"


Serge had waken up from the dream by the sound of his mother Marge. That morning he had promised to go with Leena his long time childhood friend down to Lizard Rock to hunt for lizard scales for her new necklace. Serge was a young boy with blue hair sticking out of his favorite red bandana. He was an average young man with a tan and nicely toned biceps, forearms, and strong legs sculpted from fighting the venturing monsters that became too close to the village. It was a village right, a right into adulthood to learn how to fight and use elements as the outside world was a dangerous place.

The young boy outfit consisted of a black shirt under a leather vest that extended beyond his hips, and around his waist a black belt that held his leather vest neatly tucked against his body. His bottom was a pair of blue Bermudas with decorative patterns dyed near the hems. Serge was a boy of few words, never really verbalizing his thoughts and as such people found it their place to speak for him which usually always led to one-sided conversations.

Many people thought it was because of his tragic childhood of both being attacked by a panther-demon and nearly drowning, both near fatal that shaped the boy. The trauma that left him locked in the inner trenches of his mind at times. So gather up his weapon, the swallow which was a long staff like weapons with paddle shaped blades on its edges. The odd weapon one day randomly washed upon Opassa beach covered in some strange substance.

It seemed to have called out to the young man who saw it fit to take it with him. Unfortunately the Swallow was a rather rare weapon so Serge was more or less self taught. The ever constant dreamer though was brought out of voice by his mother's stern yet gentle voice. Marge, his only living parent as his father Wazuki was believe to be lost at Sea; nearly thirteen years had passed since he and Leena's father Miguel set on a voyage to Marbule in hope the sage's couldn't cure the boy poisoned by the panther demon only to never return.

As such Marge had to use her expertise, her keen eye of recognizing worthy material to be crafted along with her ability to make clothing to support the two of them. She reminded him yet again why it wasn't gentlemanly to break a promise to a girl. She seemed fit to drop several not so subtle hints about loving to have Leena as a step-daughter.

So Serge found himself walking to the wharf. The Village of Arni was on one the southwestern edge the Central continent. To it's west was were several Isles where three of the six Dragon Gods lived. The Water Dragon Isle, being the most prominent and plentiful of the islands where the fairies roam. The second island, the Earth Dragon Island was comparable to a desolated wasteland and the Sky Dragon Isle was that of a simple forest and long fleet up steps that said were to reach the sky itself leading to the domain of the Sky Dragon. The other three Dragons, The Dragons of Darkness, Fire, and the Green Dragon had no islands and whose whereabouts were shrouded in mystery.

Arni, despite being surrounded by such marvelous locations was a small villages based around fishing and tailoring. They consisted of straw houses whose agriculture were based around rice, corn, and other crops. Being so close to the waters the summers in Arni were always cool and thanks to their hard working and dedicated builders the reinforced houses kept the heat inside the wooden houses during those long winters.

Trying to come up with a reasonable excuse Serge came to a stop. Realizing that he didn't have anything fit for a excuse he decided to put it off for a little while longer. So he went to meet with the Chief of Arni Raduis. Despite being a bald man with white mustache, beard and brows so thick that it covered most of his eyelids, at age 62 he was a powerful old man of great age considering his shape.

This was the fact that he was one of the elite Deva, one of four elite Acacia Dragoons. An elite military force until some odd years ago when their leader General Viper, the other three Devas and bulk of the army mysteriously vanished three years ago which paved way for the invasion of the Porre army.

''I see you're up as usual Serge.'' Raduis spoke with a relaxed tone. ''Have you been practicing with your Elements?'' he asked to which Serge nodded.

There were six elements; Red, Blue, White, Black, Green and Yellow. These six colors were connected to the elements of Fire, Water and ice, Light and Holiness being the white representative and black being composed of Gravity and Darkness. The green element dealt with winds and natures with the last element lightning and the earth itself. Every being corresponded with one of the six elements, the ability to harness them with a person only capable of using their birth element to their full potential.

As such magic consisted in many different shapes and forms; often crafted into weapons, but most often taken the shape of spheres where the powerful and legendary summoned elements were to small beads that held the most basic elements. Then their were also tablets and likes that contained healing magic which each shell giving off their own aura. The true origin of weapons of this day and age remained unknown, but most of them were tied with rumors and relocation with ancient wars and divine entities blessing humans with the tools to defend themselves.

So even after Serge was invited to be a part of Raduis's demonstration and lost it was still a favorable situation then dealing with an angry Leena. No longer able to prolong his fate the Bluenette walked along the wooden planks of the makeshift pier where the young woman stood.

"Come on, you guys should join us! It feels really good!" a boy shouted from the waters.

"Unlike the rest of you, we're not here to play!" answered Leena. "Don't swim out too far, now!"

"Ooookay! Gotcha!" the boy as he returned to his dip.

Serge walked up to Leena, his childhood friend. She was his age and lived in the hut next to serge's with her mother and grand mother. She was of a fairly average build and of a softer tan of Serge with long silky red hair tied up by a headband. She was dressed in red and blue outfit; a long blue dress that extended from just above her bosom down to her knees worn under a red outer dress that were customized to reveal her shoulders.

"Kids sure have it easy," she said. "Remember when we were like that? Not a single care or worry on our minds. How each day lasted an eternity, filled with newness, fun and excitement!"

Serge nodded in affirmation.

"But the important thing now is not our childhood," Leena declared as she straightened her body and lifted her clenched fist before herself. The "yes" pose had come on, the victorious posture that looked like she had conquered the world and was returning home to sing her achievements to him.

"But my KO-MO-DO scale necklace! Yes!" she declared enthusiastically, raising her voice a little as if she had just fathomed some innovative and profound philosophy. "We have to face up to reality and live each day anew!"

Serge continued to nod as Leena preached.

"So, I want you to go to Lizard Rock and get some scales for me! I would join you, but I still have to watch the kids. It's your fault! You were late! Once you collect some Komodo dragon scales, I'll catch up with you at Opassa Beach. Is that okay with you, Serge?"

"Sure. I will go get it."

"That's what I wanted to hear! Okay, then! Don't just stand around! Go collect some scales at Lizard Rock. Good luck!"

With another side and another story a whole new journey had began. Walking along the ancient formations of Lizard Rock, Naruto found himself drawn to this era. 'Chrono...Lucca...where are you guys? Where am I? How did I get here?' he thought as he dodged a squirting jet of water from another one those damn blue lizards. With a flick of his wrist he sent a kunai flying and cutting the cheek of the creature. He had finished slaying some blue biped web-footed creatures, Beach Bums they were called to clear his path. Naruto came to the beach and looked out into the depths of the water.

Having finished his task, Serge headed toward Opassa beach to wait for Leena. He sat on the sand to enjoy the warmth. After several minutes, Leena showed up.

"There you are!" she said "I hope you didn't wait too long. I just wanted to give you a lesson about making people wait for you." Leena remarked upon following up with."So, did you get the scales?"

Serge produced the 3 scales from his pocket and handed them to her. Leena took a moment to stare at them.

"Oh, Serge, they're beautiful, thank you! They'll make a great necklace!"

Leena stood still for a moment and decided to sit down with Serge, resting her chin on her knees. Both were silent for a moment."The sea never changes, does it? It's been rolling in and out like that for an eternity and will probably continue to do so forever." she then paused and asked. ''Do you remember that day, and the promise you made to me that day?''

Serge nodded. "Yeah, it's sort of funny that we both remember that day after so long, isn't it?'' she paused once more. ''Um, Serge, there's something I've been meaning to…"

Serge…Serge…The teenager began turning his head from side to side to see where the voice was coming from, but saw no one.

"Serge, are you alright?"

But then he heard another sound, a much more powerful sound. The sound of a tidal wave headed straight for him. He rose up and then an excruciating pain shot through his head. He fell to knees, pressing his palms to his temples. He looked up briefly, just to see the wave hit him full force before collapsing.