Four figures sat in a cobbled ruin, under a cloudy green sky. Emerald waters surrounded their meeting place, like an island above a shining abyss. They sat in a circle following the faded tile mosaic beneath their feet, depicting the Circle of Magi. An open chain link, emblished and stylized like a reverse rain drop. The four beings conversed with one another telling tales of what had been.
However, only one of them was human… and he was not the one telling the stories.
"...And that is about the jist of it," said Mordred. He was a spirit imitating of a Fear Demon, though one more fashionably dressed. The usual horrific, chitinous, visage was offset into a macabre chic with the additional toga over his skeletal thin torso. The demon also laid reclining on a single armed—backless couch. Thus his additional arachnid limbs were free to move around, while 'he' leaned supporting his spider-like head with his knuckles.
Maxwell Trevelyan rubbed his brow coming to terms with what he had just heard. He had wavy brown hair, combed to split down the middle, and streamlined his bangs so they can go behind his ears. Max also had a thick groomed beard, with a large semicircle mustache, green eyes, a hawk-like nose, and olive toned skin. He also wore something not atypical to a Grey Warden, though he was not one himself. Though his shoulder plate had the design of a Jolly Roger—his crew's Jolly Roger, over the Circle of Magi. He never even met a Warden before.
"Alright, let me get this straight... With your observations of Dorian Pavus, of Tevinter, you were able to manipulate the Fade to such a degree, that the three of you could observe events through time. Specifically, him, First Enchanter Vivienne, an elven apostate named Solas, AND my sister at the same time. And Evelyn is now considered the second coming of Andraste, galavanting around Thedas, and chasing after an Ancient Magister Darkspawn. Not to mention, any ancient secrets this 'Inquisition,' can uncover."
"Ancient, recent, and future, darling," spoke Mineive. The Orlesian themed Desire Demon sat poised reclining in another sofa, mirroring Mordred on the other side, "They quickly became the most dominant force in all Thedas. They're accomplishments were close to revolutionary. Unveiling the origin behind the Rite of Tranquility, discovering the last moments regarding the Inquisition of Old, the origins of lyrium veins—"
"Which is Titan's blood...!" Maxwell shook his head at that one. Dwarven lore was scarce about such creatures. Most of their literature was about Ancestral Paragons and their reverence to the Stone. But the Titans were said to be shapers of the earth, supposedly mythical giants that made mountains and earthquakes. The fact that they were real, and that lyrium was a titan's blood... Maxwell found it both fascinating and disturbing at the same time. General human stances about blood magic was considerably taboo, but if it was possible to make a replaceable byproduct...
"While the production of an artificial lyrium would be beneficial. Neither our time, nor resources, allows us such leisure," the stoic Salem finally spoke, interrupting Maxwell's brainstorming. Salem took the for of a Pride Abomination, with his upper demon half molded to fit a more humane form. You just had to ignore the six pupil-less red eyes, and not think of him like an imposing, faceless spiky, crustaceous mannequin.
Salem sat with he legs beneath him, having no such inclination to luxury such as Mordred or Mineive were privy to, "We still have the business of retraining your abilities."
Maxwell grimaced under his beard. Ever since his... revitalization, Max's control over his magic had gone down through the latrine. And through the sewer... Out the drain pipe... into the ocean... where it was quite likely—
"Oh quit being such a drama queen!" chided Mordred, sensing his thoughts, "It's not that bad."
This snapped Maxwell out of his brooding, "Yet you're the one who told me my control was now shit," the mage deadpanned.
"Yes, well, you got us now right? Happy days? Celebration? Little caviar and champagne? Oh I'm sorry, did you almost irrevocably shatter your—" Maxwell tuned Mordred out. One of the things Mordred picked up from this Dorian Pavus were these mocking tangents, acting out like stage-play conversations. They were funny at times, but tiring none the less. Maxwell was surprised he hadn't gone insane... Though, that might not have been too far off the mark.
They were in his mind, and they were a part of him after all.
"Continuing on," Salem had finally had enough, sternly interrupting Mordred's little script. "Based on what we can observe of your control. It should be entirely possible to recover your abilities, speedily, even... Though, I would recommend taking it one school at a time. The theory is still there. You just need readjust your output. Like how you recently remastered your arcane bolts."
"Lydia would be proud..." Mineive complemented. Maxwell reminisced about his old teacher. She was the main reason he even achieved his former status, as an Enchanter.
"But then there is the matter of your schooling," Mineive continued, "We are more than prepared to share our knowledge Maxwell, but we cannot only have you learning in the Fade."
"We need mediums through which you can speak," the mage agreed. Maxwell had already gone over the binding practices of the Mortalitasi, thanks to Mordred's insight. They just modified the formula their needs. Maxwell did not need walking corpses running about, "We already have two suitable vessels. We just need a sword hilt. And I don't think Zoro would be volunteering one of his blades anytime soon."
"Heavens forbid," the three demons agreed. They knew just as well as Max did that Zoro had very... firm stances on swords. None of them were looking to join the Maker just yet.
Their surroundings began to blur as the dream began to crumble.
"Well, looks like it's time to wake up Max," Mordred dispelled his chair, "Do say hello to Merry for us."
Maxwell nods, "I will. Until next time."
Then the dream faded to white.
(Play some Music!)
"—A world... Yes! A world for you who seeks freedom stretches out before you. If your endless dreams are your guide, surpass them, under the flag of your beliefs!"
"I was a mage before coming here..."
We see Maxwell Trevelyan, spinning a staff and dressed in robes against knights in full armour and long tunics. Before a wave of green energy engulfs him and he's suddenly falling from the sky.
"I followed a certain man to find what I had lost."
A young man with a hat smiled at Max, as he approached. Maxwell was no longer in robes and smiled.
"He was a pirate, and he wanted a strong crew that all sought out their dreams. For their dreams were also his."
A man held three katanas. He had short green hair, piercings in one ear, and held his swords with both hands and in his mouth. "—I will be the World's Greatest Swordsman!"
An orange haired woman sat a desk in a shirt and miniskirt. She was surrounded by paper, tools, and gold. "—I want to draw a map of the world!"
A young with an incredibly long nose stood on a rock proudly looking at the ocean. He wore brown overalls and a bandanna. "—I'm going to be a Brave Warrior of the Sea!"
A blonde man with a swirly eyebrow, and dressed in black suit, stood in front of his kitchen stove, stirring a wok with a sort of delicious ingredients. "—I'm going to find the All Blue! The sea where all the world's oceans converge!"
A chibi brown reindeer-man, with a pink top hat, sat on a chair in front of chemistry set. Until he saw an island out the window. "—I want to see the world through my own eyes!"
A woman, dark of hair, and dark of clothing, stood in front of a white flag. She looked down and away from it.
"My dream is—!"
Lightning strikes, and Maxwell looked up as he saw enemies all around him. A man with long earlobes surrounded by lightning. A tall man in a white suit covered in ice. And seven people in black clothing looking down on them from up high.
"These people, this crew, inspired me to have my own dream,"
The crew all stood on the bow of the Going Merry. A ship with a rams head, and Maxwell saw it's spirit out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm going to be the Greatest Sorcerer this world has ever seen!
For in this world, there has never been a man like me!
But we all followed one man. And he has a dream of his own!"
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Monkey D. Luffy stood on the head of the Merry as he smiled, looking out at the Grand Line.
"I'm going to be King of the Pirates!"