Unity - a Jagan Story By Eldenblade
Disclaimer- I do not own Magic the Gathering, Ravnica City of Guilds, Ravnica Guildpact, Ravnica Dissension or any of the Guilds. Too bad.
I, however, do own Jagan. If you want to use any characters that I've previously used and I own, please contact me beforehand.
(A/N: Warning for violence. You might not like it.)
Chapter 1 DeathWhen leaves have fallen
And skies turned into grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell.
Ice Queen by Within Temptation
As the sun was setting over the torched buildings and crumbled bridges of Ravnica, Jagan found himself dead.
Floating next to his mangled body, the halfelf wondered how this was possible. It had been too fast – an arrow from a Selesnyan Sagittar found his way into the eye of his Battlemoth, that screamed in violent agony and threw him off, hurling him into twenty seconds of screaming and a second of extreme pain. The darn Pure Elfs had outnumbered the Golgari fourty to one. The Selesnyans might be pure elfs, but a true elf doesn't worship only life. Life is only the beginning. Jagan worshipped both the beginning and the end, a perfect circle of life and death.
He had been young when he was 'invited' into the Golgari. A squad of Necroraiders had killed both his father and mother. His father had served the Selesnya for all his life as a priest. The darn Loxodon had refused to defend his family, for violence evoked misery, misery evoked unhappiness and unhappiness evoked death. The weakling.
Jagan had never understood his mother. She was a pure elf, a direct descendant of Mat'Selesnya herself. She could have done great things for the Conclave. Instead of that, she decided to marry a Loxodon, one of the disgusting Elephant Men.
But none of this really mattered to Jagan at the moment they were killed, for as a teenager, he could not understand how wrong his parents were. At that moment, all he could do was hide. Hide, as a little coward, a rabbit that is not worth looking after. Afterwards seen, he was just darn lucky. Because when one of the Necroraiders started to harvest from his father's body, something snapped.
As the 'Raider ripped the reusable bodyparts from the big Loxodon, Jagan leaped from the corner he was hiding, drawing the Sri machete he got six years ago and wildly stabbing it at the face of the 'Raider. The man fell down in agony, hands covering his face and blood gushing out his mouth. The 'Raiders stared in shock as Jagan then plunged his machete down the mercenary's throat, ripping through his trachea and piercing his lungs. The man tried to scream in disbelief, but never got the chance. The twelve-year-old halfelf cleanly chopped the head off his chest.
Of course, Jagan didn't get away with this. Within a moment he was tackled by four charging 'Raiders. The biggest one of them picked him up. Grinning as he looked at him, the 'Raider spoke:
'Let's take him.'
After a swift knock on the back of his head, Jagan fainted. As the world around him faded and colors merged, Jagan faintly felt he was being picked up, and he realised that his life would never be the same again.
(A/N: If the violence in this chapter proved to be too horrible to read, I strongly recommend you to read another fiction. I happen to know it will only get worse.)