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: One review. Yay! Thanks a lot. This chapter might prove to be a little weird, that always happens to my stories, the beginning is horrible but the ending the best :D )

Chapter 2 The Choice

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost

Wake me up when September ends

Wake me up when September ends by Green Day

Looking down on his broken body, Jagan wondered why it had taken him so long to die. His entire life was filled with battle, struggle and war. Why so late? It was not like he really cared whether he was alive or dead. Not as if anyone cared. He just never had fitted in.

When he was young, it had started. Staring faces. Conversations stopping as he walked by. He never really cared, but even at the Conclave he realised that he was a hybrid, an outcast of society. Nobody really cared what happened to him. Not because of his personality. Not because of his habits. Because of his skin. Jagan smiled as his ghostly fingers gently stroked his cheek, touching the hard and damaged elephant hide. His father was a Loxodon, his mother a Pure Elf. Such relationships always lead to misery. And he, the Elephant Elf, was the outcome of that misery.

Much changed after he joined the Golgari. No longer people turned away from him or stopped talking when he passed by. Jagan grinned. Perhaps because his average colleague was even more rotten and diseased than he? Anyway, in the end, he found fame and glory in the most unlikely of ways.

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As Jagan woke up, he found he was chained to a chair. Looking around, he saw that he was in a small dark room with a rusty black door in front of him. He could faintly hear chittering, nervous sounds that he could not really explain. Trying to move into a more comfortable position, he noticed that each time he moved a little, the chains seemed to tickle his skin in a very annoying way. Stopping all movement and trying to focus, Jagan closed his eyes. What exactly had happened? Where was he? Then he remembered.

'Pop? Mom? Where are you?' he asked to nobody in particular. 'Mom?' Jagan felt a tear flowing over his cheek. Suddenly he couldn't maintain himself and burst into tears.

After several hours, the door opened. The light blinded Jagan and in impulse he tryed to raise his hands to cover his eyes from the burning light. Instantly he felt an extreme shock go through his arms, completely immobilizing him and causing his torso to shock vehemently. Jagan screamed and doubled over because of the amount of electricity pumping through his veins, which caused the shocks to become even stronger. Jagan felt muscles overstretch and became totally spastic. Suddenly he heard a rasping voice.

'Stop.'

Suddenly the chains slided off Jagans body, leaving blackened marks on his arms, legs, chest and back. Jagan instantly fell off the chair and curled up, still shocking from the remaining energy that tried to get out of his body. He felt the electricity flow out of his limbs, and tried to stand.

'No you don't.'

A long polestick hammered into his knee. His leg twisted and he fell backwards. Looking into the light, Jagan vaguely saw a silhouette of a tall figure, holding the polestick he was just tackled with. The figure was leaning against the door post. Jagan realised his change and tried to get up and escape. The plunged his weapon into the stomach of Jagan, bruising his belly and making him collapse again. The man laughed as Jagan started to puke, covering his own face, hands and legs with green vomit.

'So this is the great warrior that slayed Scarface, right?'

The man laughed even harder as Jagan tried to get on his feet.

'You think you are a pretty big boy, don't you? Killing my minions. Fighting to the last bit. Seems like Yorgen was right. You have potential.'

Jagan reached out to his sheath, finding that the machete was gone. The man grinned cynically.

'Yes, of course we took that. Not as if you'll need it. What could you do with it?'

-'What about ripping your heart out, asshole?' Jagan snapped, and got on his feet. 'You killed my parents, you son of a bitch!'

Jagan jumped towards the man, planning to strangle him with his bare hands. Instead the man sidestepped and Jagan smashed into the doorpost. The man grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, trying to find out how far it can go. Jagan fought the pain, but bitterly lost and screamed. The man started grinning again.

'My god, you really are as ugly as Yorgen says. With what kind of dog did your mother sleep?'

-'You killed her, fucking murderer! Why? Why?' Jagan tried to turn around and see the face of the man that was probably the cause of his parents' deaths. 'Why?'

The man let Jagan loose, and the halfelf fell to the ground. Turning around, Jagan saw the scarred and damaged face of the man he would hate for the coming few years. The man had grey hair, wore a silver collar around his neck and had bluish tattoos all over his face. The most eye-catching thing about this man was his glare. It looked like his eyes glowed in a dark green hue. The grin faded from the man's face.

'Anyway, lets get to business. From my superior, I have a proposal to you. It is really easy. You have a choice. The Golgari Necroraiders recognise your talent with the machete, and would like to recruit you. Whether you like it or not, you will be educated to become a 'Raider. Ah, but how rude! Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicholas.'

-'Well, Nicholas, you said I have a choice. Well, it appears I don't.'

Nicholas looked confused for a moment. 'Eh...what?'

-'The choice. What is it?'

Nicholas looked even more confused. 'What choice?...Oh, that choice. It's really simple. We will train you until we think you are worthy to become a soldier. After that, we release you. You will then get to choose between military service...or death. Either way you are useful to us.'

Jagan looked rather frustrated. -'But that is no choice!'

For a moment Nicholas smiled, fixing his gaze on eternity. 'Yes it is, kid. Yes it is.'

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