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: I liked writing this one very much. I hope you'll like it.)
Chapter 4 Sheer Heroism
We must call upon our bright darkness,
Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked,
One was written on the sword,
For you must enter a room to destroy it.
War? by System of a Down
The boy approached the Wojeks bravely, aiming with his 'Bow at their faces while running. They however didn't notice him until one of them was toppled by a volley of sharp metal trash. Screaming as blood poured out of his face, arms and chest, the man fell to the floor, never to rise again. Jagan approached the little warrior to check out his battle style. The Wojeks started charging too, but not before the kid nailed down another agent with his Razorbow. After the shot, the boy apparently realised he was to close to reload and he threw the weapon away, drawing a Sri longblade from behind his back. Jagan watched the three charging men come closer and closer to each other, until finally the boy took a daring leap with his blade on forward, aiming for the big man with the long red hair. The man clearly didn't saw this coming, and he was skewered on the longblade. The kid quickly drove the weapon into the ground, giving the man a third leg. Jagan grinned at the idea, but his grin quickly faded as he saw the other warrior, who was slightly smaller than the skewered one, draw a Nivtraliser. It was in the form of a small black stick with a sparkling blue tip on the top and the back. The man activated the deadly weapon, and razorsharp blue mana shockwaves connected to the tips, creating a weapon like a double whip. He clearly was extremely skilled with the Nivtraliser, since he sliced the raging kid in three with a single move. With a look of pure defiance on his face, the new ghost glared at the warrior for a second before leaving for a better place, disappearing without a trace, leaving only the mangled body and splattered remains as a prove he ever existed.
Suddenly Jagan was stunned by the hard truth. Why was he still here? Normally ghosts disappeared after remaining in their ghastly form for a few seconds, as a last goodbye to the world, their families and friends.
Then how was it possible that he had been here for so long? Jagan started to lose himself in his thoughts, just as something more interesting happened. Suddenly, the sun was blocked.
Looking to the horizon, Jagan just couldn't help but stare. Because the sun wasn't blocked by clouds, or even a huge Zeppelid. It was a huge swarm, approaching with the sun in their back. Thousands of Thrulls, Enforcers and Deathmares covered the sky. Fallen Angels commanded the hordes of Light and Darkness, wearing the feared white-and-black tunicas and wielding the dreaded Blades of the Eclipse, injecting fear in the hearts of mortal men. The ground was covered with the notorious marching dead, rotten pest-ridden beings that however bore a facial expression of innocence and justice, as if they were not just putrid flesh.
The entire planet shivered. The Orzhov had come.
(A/N: And? Did you hate it or love it? You know, there's still this little blue button you can press to tell me. Please?)