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 9 Showing Off Is Bad For Your Health

close your eyes and see
when there ain't no light
all you'll ever be
come and save the night
cause I don't leave
when the morning comes, it doesn't
seem to say an awful lot to me
All Alone by Gorillaz

Jagan knew Old Rav well. There had always been new things to discover, treasures to find, victims to slay and bodies to reanimate. But when he walked the destroyed pavement for the first time in his life, all he saw was destruction. Destruction, and pain of countless men, women and children who had died there, fleeing for their lives from an unknown enemy. Now nature ruled surpreme over the industry in this part of Ravnica. Old Rav was being eaten away by plants, growing in between the bricks of the buildings. For Jagan, Old Rav represented the victory the Golgari so much longed to. Old Rav had lived, Old Rav had died, and Old Rav started living again.

'Watch closely.'

Nicholas looked at the creature, a huge beast that was feeding on a diseased corpse that it just had knocked down. The creature looked like a green bull with a humanoid face and huge horns. It had three tails that waved in the wind as it turned around the corpse to move to a more satisfying piece of flesh.

'You see that thing?' Jagan nodded, and wondered how it would be possible not to see it.

'It is an Orcon. Very rare. Nearly unstoppable. Good luck.' With that, Nicholas pushed Jagan forward. The Orcon clearly saw Jagan, and turned around, disturbed from its meal. Totally surprised, Jagan looked around, seeking some place to find cover. Not knowing what exactly to do, Jagan decided to load his Razorbow.

It was a beautifully shaped weapon, painted green and black, consisting out of a handle and a crossbow-like device, that could launch projectiles on whatever poor bloke stood between him and victory. The black handle bore a small emerald, and the creed 'I give, but I take'. Somehow Jagan liked that creed very much, and thought about it as he loaded the Razorbow with small scrapnels of metal. He preferred to use cheap trash metal as his projectile, but in case of emergency always took some Transmizzium Scrapnel with him. Since Transmizzium is rumored to be the strongest material currently in existence, Jagan wondered how the heck it broke.

The Orcon started to understand it was about to be attacked by the small man that was aiming his weapon at the beast's face. Not startled either by the bow or the kid's sudden appearance, the creature charged at Jagan.

Jagan got a firm lock on the head of the Orcon as it was just a few meters away. Pressing the trigger, the shredded metal was plunged deep into the face of the Orcon, blinding it as blood poured out of his eye sockets. The creature then tried to trample over Jagan in its blind rage, but then succeeded in catching him with its horns and throwing him into the air. Jagan was clearly caught of guard and landed hard on his back.

The creature turned around, trying to find out were that petty halfelf was, sniffing into the air like a maniac. Jagan tried to get up, but noticed a stinging pain in his ribs and decided to stay down for now and make the best of it. Loading his Razorbow, Jagan tried to remain calm and shoot again. This time he just wasn't lucky; the beast started moving as soon as he pulled the trigger, making the shot hurting only the back of the animal.

Jagan didn't realise his mistake until it was too late; by shooting and missing, he had shown the animal his location. The blinded Orcon turned in his direction and charged again. Jagan rolled out of the way as the animal trampled over the place he just laid. Not able to stop his momentum the Orcon smashed into a nearby wall, causing a part of the building to come crashing down on the beast.

A fragile silence ruled Old Rav again.

As Nicholas helped Jagan stand up, the man spoke: 'Never miss a shot like that again, kid. I hope you realise you are darn lucky. Again.'

Jagan looked at the ruined building, the rubble that once was a home. 'What about the Orcon?'

Nicholas smiled. 'I think the wall just got the better of it. Anyway, you fought with spirit, boy.' Turning around, walking away from the rubble, Jagan and Nicholas both were startled by a loud snarl. Turning around, they saw the Orcon break free from the mountain of trash, and speeding their way. Jagan drew his machete, Nicholas grabbed his polestick. Nicholas surprised Jagan, charging directly into the furious beast. The warrior approached the animal quickly, and a second before impact, Nicholas thrust the stick straightforward, hitting the beast between the eyes. With a sickening sound the polestick broke through the beast's skull, jammed into its brains, then broke through the skull again, sending a volley of grey brains, pus and blood out of the back of its head. Nicholas then released the stick and rolled to the right, letting the carcass crash down to the left of him. Jagan stared in shock.

'Holy shit. You really are good.'

Nicholas stared past Jagan. 'I think someone wants to thank us for not letting him end as Orcon food. Duck!'

Quickly Jagan ducked and jumped forward. Rolling around, Jagan saw the rotting body the beast was feeding on, most of its belly missing and showing ribs and spine, swinging a small club at the height Jagans head was just a moment ago. Jagan got on his feet, and picked up a stone. 'This one's mine, Nicholas.' The man grinned. 'Be my guest.'

Jagan threw the stone at the chest of the being. It struck hard, and stayed stuck in the flesh of the creature. The zombie roared, longing for fresh meat. Grabbing another stone, Jagan ran forward, then stepped to the right, dodging another wild swing from the undead man. Tackling the rotting bloke, Jagan kneeled down and held the creature with one hand on its neck to the ground. Hitting the other stone with his stone multiple times, Jagan then first broke the ribs of the zombie, then its spine. Jagan stood up and laughed as the carcass tried to get up, then snapped in half and remained motionless.

Nicholas proudly tapped his shoulder. 'You've improved.' Jagan smiled. 'You don't have to tell me that.

I know.'

Nicholas frowned. 'It seems that not only your strength, skill, endurance and intelligence have increased, boy. Your arrogance has greatly increased too.'

Jagan smiled even broader. 'I believe I have reason to.' Nicholas stifled a small laugh. 'Allright, hero, let me learn you a little lesson. Every smart hero knows that showing off is very, very bad for your health. Do you know why? Do you see that enormous pile of rubble over there, where the Orcon just trampled through?' Again, it was hard not to see it. 'You, being a true hero, are going to clean it up. Now. And if I were you, I'd make sure I'm done before it gets dark. Who know what you might meet in the night? Ghehehe…' With that, Nicholas turned around and walked away. Jagan muttered 'asshole' before turning to the task at hand.