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.

Chapter 7 The Real Life

clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
than anytime before
I had no options left again

Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

The cell was not even a meter wide, barely two meters high. A beam of moon light fell on the little boy that was sitting on the floor and looking out of the window, seeing only the huge buildings and a full moon. He was not very happy.

He had been in the cell since the incident, as Nicholas liked to call it. Instead of sleeping in a cold and hard bed, he now was sleeping against a cold and hard wall. It didn't bother him very much. What did bother him was the fact that Nicholas had been very, very angry. 'Look, I understand you don't like him,' he had said, 'But some things you just don't do. One of those things,' he had looked very serious at Jagan, 'is Mizlectrocuting a promising young lad to death with the torture materials that were just used on yourself.' Except for locking him here for nearly two weeks, that had been all. Jagan had suspected worst. Anyway, Jagan had no idea how long he would remain locked in this dirty sickening place.

He didn't regret it. Xander had been a pest. Jagan hated pests. He was fifteen, a young man with lots of responsibilities, though he could not name a single one. Oh wait, he could. Survive.

His thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door. Nicholas opened the door.

'Your dinner.'

Nicholas gave him a small plate of Golgetica. It tasted like something between sand and Moloch crap. As a matter of fact, Jagan was pretty sure Golgetica was sand mixed with Moloch crap.

'Why do we always eat this? It sucks bad, man.' Jagan burped loud, then looked rebelliously at his teacher.

'Because it is nutritious, it is recycled … and okay, it's free.' Nicholas looked disturbed at the adolescent wolfing down the meal. 'It's not even that bad, once you are used to it.'

Jagan almost choked on a piece of Golgetica as he was trying to laugh really badly. 'What the fuck man? I have not eaten in a normal way for the last three years, and still it tastes like Moloch crap.'

For a moment Nicholas' facial expression hardened. 'Watch your tone, boy. Don't forget who's in charge here.'

Jagan smiled, but not his normal smile. It was cold. 'It wasn't always like that. You know that. Remember who were in charge first? My father. My mother. Remember what happened to them, Nicholas? Remember?'

Nicholas looked touched. 'Jagan, you know it was not my decision…' Jagan interrupted. 'Oh yes, I know, always blame the superior. I wonder who Ludmilla will blame, anyway. The stupid twit probably has to confess a lot at Orzhova Church, anyway.'

Nicholas slapped the teenager on the back of his head. How often had he done that these days. Young people just didn't show any respect to their teachers nowadays. 'Don't you dare talk about Ludmilla that way. If she ever hears you, she will turn you into a nice piece of rock with just one deep look into your eyes. Would you like that, Jagan? I bet you would look just beautiful in my garden.' Jagan smiled. 'You don't have a garden, Nicholas.' Nicholas frowned. 'Sir Nicholas to you, kid.'

It had been three long years of constant training, Nicholas thought. The boy had mastered his machete, knew how to handle a longblade, a Razorbow, 'Katandarts and even showed progress with the various Izzet inventions. He also proved to be very creative in killing with random objects. He managed to resist most of the minor waves of Mizlectricity Nicholas shocked the kid with. The kid had something special, somehow. Nicholas had already given the boy lethal amounts of Mizlectricity, yet somehow the youngster managed to survive. Nicholas was really glad about it. The Golgari could certainly use some men like that kid.

'First of all, I have some pretty good news for you. I think we are done with the Mizlectricity.' Nicholas waited for a reaction of Jagan, since it didn't seem to come, Nicholas continued 'I also have some bad news for you. We are going for a stroll. Come.'

Walking through the small corridors of the mansion, Jagan realised that they were going actually to leave the house. It would be the first time in years he would be outside. He barely could wait.

However as he left the house, he noticed that something was wrong. Outside it was dark and foggy. A thick layer of fog covered the sky, and the huge buildings were muddy and dirty. Old blood stains littered the pavement. Damaged houses looked at the world through broken windows and unhinged doors. All by all, it was an utterly sad place.

Looking up at Nicholas, Jagan noticed that the old man didn't look shocked at all.

'Welcome, Nicholas, to Old Rav.'