Music:
Highway to Hell - AC / DC
Chapter 5
The Norwegian forest was beautiful. Despite the sky that began to darken, and a very light mist seeping among the trees, the surrounding countryside was enchanting. It was also quiet ... usually. But today, you could hear a strange air from a relaxed little boy.
For about an hour, the little Steven was walking right behind Kristoff and Sven, hands behind his head and gaze contemplating the wonders of the wood. He thought he was almost in a fantasy world, which, for a geek, was a dream becoming true. His eyes looked at every flower, every tree and stream, half expecting to discover a fairy or a hobbit. He always had a little smile. But this superb walk was starting to become a little long. Without becoming bored, he was too excited for this, the pure calm was a little overwhelming. So, he began to mumble and whistling Highway to Hell.
'To explore an unknown wood with some AC / DC ...' Steven remembered happily. 'It reminds me of my first hours on World of Warcraft, without the murlocks.'
The reindeer and his friend obviously did not recognize the song. The two guides had a nicely surprised look at the strange little boy with brown eyes as he began to hum, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Since they had left the city, they had not exchanged a single word. Not that they were angry, or distrusted by each other, but Steven was not a chatterbox, and Kristoff did not know what to say. In addition, he was focused on his mission to bring this young stranger to big Pabbie. He was very serious about that.
After Steven had whistled his music for the fifth time, Kristoff decided to talk a little, realizing that he didn't need to be so calm. They could very well walk and talk at the same time.
"You like music it seems." Declared the young ice collector.
Steven stops whistling, a little surprised by this intervention. He pronounced a little embarrassed laugh and said, rubbing his neck.
"You've noticed? Sorry if I bothered you."
Steven was surprised himself. Not only had he hummed beside someone who would hear him, he hated this normally, but in addition he asked his forgiveness, afraid to have bored him. It was the last thing he imagined himself doing. In general, he did not care about the others. He was doing what he wanted, like playing, listen to music or whatever, and if it bothered anyone, he blows him off. He had done this with all his classmates for years. Why had he felt different this time? Why did he do something else?
"No, don't worry." Kristoff reassured. "Trolls are much noisier than you. And they sing aloud whenever they can ... but I don't recognize the air you were humming. What is this song?"
There, Steven widened eyes for a moment and open his mouth, then made a big facepalm. The Geek then wondered, whispering.
"How can we be in my dream and he does not even know one of the ten best music of all time, even subconsciously?"
"What are you saying?" Kristoff asked.
"Nothing." Said the English boy.
Then he had a sudden curiosity, fearing the answer.
"But just to be sure ... Did you ever hear the names AC / DC, Metallica, Megadeth, Nirvana, Pantera, Hammerfall or Nightwish?"
This time, Kristoff and his reindeer rooted on the spot, opening their eyes, fixing Steven in a mixture of incomprehension and concern. The two guides looked at each other's, as to confirm they had heard the same thing.
"Nooo ... Heeeeem..." Kristoff hesitated. "Who are these... persons?"
The collector seemed to ask if it really was persons rather than who it was. Steven sighed and thought with dejection.
'How could a place like this have been created by my unconscious? I feel like the only smart guy in a world of ignorance ... Well actually it's not different from when I'm in class, so it is not that bad. I wonder if that's what feels Sheldon Cooper in Big Bang Theory? '
He shook his head to focus a little, remembering that Sven and Kristoff were still watching him with big eyes.
'No time for that kind of existential debate.' Thought the geek. 'There's the conventions for that.'
The young English tried to reassure them by explaining, hands in the pockets and with a trying-to-be-reassuring smile.
"It's the names of groups that play music that I love. Don't mind, this is typical of where I'm from."
Kristoff and his reindeer looked each other again, still a little lost. The little blonde put his hand on an hip and asked to the brown one with a crazy strand.
"No offense but… Your names are a little scary. Where are you from?"
Steven laugh a little, showing that he wasn't offended at all. He then replied.
"London, England."
"Seriously?" Kristoff was surprised. "You're far from home."
Thinking about to the ninja world in which he was at the same time, he imagined, Steven said, raising his eyes to heaven.
"You have no idea."
The little blond could not help but asking some questions that came to his mind at that moment.
"And your parents? Where are they?" The collector seemed to realize something. "Oh! I made you follow me without thinking about them. Will you have problems?"
Steven lost his smile and relaxed air. He had hoped to escape the thoughts about his family. But it was too much to ask from a dream apparently. His face seemed a little sad and his eyes turned to the ground, which Kristoff and Sven clearly saw, a little confused.
"They're still there I guess ..." Expressed Steven, with a lowest voice. "But don't worry, I don't think they really care."
The Geek resumed walking, passing between of his guides. Kristoff and Sven followed him. The young collector, looking at him, realized that he had talked about a sensitive subject. And he knew from experience how precisely this one could hurt. He was angry against himself, not daring to talk too much. Sven saw the sad faces of his two companions and was quite distressed. Desiring to cheer them up, the little reindeer had his most adorable face and licked Kristoff's one before petting Steven's arms.
Fortunately, it worked. The two children smiled again, cuddling the kind beast, and the geek had to admit that he had not seen such a cute face since Pikachu. This get his head straight.
"And your family, Kristoff?" Steven questioned.
The collector looked a little annoyed. He was not sad, but he did not seem sure where to start or how the stranger would react.
"Actually ..." the blond Hesitated. "To tell you the truth, it's the trolls my family."
Steven raised his eyebrows in astonishment. Kristoff did the same by seeing his reaction.
"It does not seem to surprise you more than that." If he marveled.
The Geek then explained.
"In Baldur's Gate, the hero is raised by a spellcaster. In Fairy Tail, a Dragon ... So, believe me, trolls, it's not that that will surprise me ... And before you ask what it is, these are stories that I like really much."
Kristoff smirked. This stranger visibly knew some interesting stories. He appreciated him more and more.
"I have never heard of these stories." Cheerfully informed Kristoff.
'Ooooooh.' English thought with dismay. 'I have to redo the education of everyone here, or what?'
Then he said with a sigh but smiling.
"I will tell you them one day ... But what about the trolls, your family?"
"Oh yes that's right!" Kristoff remembered. "When I was younger it was just me and Sven until they… take us in, there are two and a half years."
Steven therefore realized something important: Kristoff was an orphan. The Geek knew he better not talk about this subject, he also knew how it was not pleasant in this case. By cons, he didn't know if he had to think that the trolls where reckless or really nice. To Adopt a little human boy and his animal like that ... He must admit that it was admirable.
Kristoff continued with some discomfort in his voice.
"I don't want to scare you, but ... they can be a little inappropriate and... loud. Very loud. They are also stubborn at times and a little overbearing. And Heavy. Really really Heavy. But you'll get it. They mean well... "
The collector stopped, hearing Steven laughing kindly.
"Is that all?" Steven inquired with amusement. "You must have restless nights."
"Hahaha! Yeah, I have some."
Then, finally, the group arrived at destination.
"Ah! Here we are!" Kristoff announced. "The Valley of the Living Stones."
Steven discovered a vast, rocky area where the gray stones and bottle-green moss mingled harmoniously. But fumaroles escaping here and there from the ground gave to the place a somewhat oppressive side. What disturbed the more the geek, though, was its wilderness. Except some round rocks covered with moss, scattered everywhere, there was nothing and nobody.
'Well ...' wondered mentally Steven. 'It's as empty as my wallet after the Steam sales.'
Kristoff said he was bringing him to the trolls. The English expected a little village in the trees, like the Ewok's one, or at least a magical portal. But he had no time to comment because his guide had begun to greet the stones while Sven jumped everywhere. Which made the young man with pendants raise the eyebrows.
"Hello Ronko." Was the small blonde. "You too Clay."
Steven stood frozen, mouth open, seeing her guide stroking stones. Until he says.
"Ookay. He had lost all his Sanity Points actually ... I think I should run away before he begins to summon Cthulhu ..."
"What's ka-tou-lou?" Asked an innocent little voice.
Steven explained professionally.
"A big beast with an octopus head that wants to dominate the world, beginning with Japan I think because of the tentacles ..."
Steven froze again with big eyes, slowly turning his head to his left, and discovering at his feet who talked: an adorable little creature, gray and round, looking like a curious child.
The Geek gasped and began to panic seeing the rocks around him moving alone to gather around Kristoff. And he was speechless when all the stones transformed into small creatures like the one next to him.
"Kristoff has returned!" Cried gleefully some of them. "Kristoff's home!"
"Well, I did not leave a long time." Said the collector.
"Yes, but you did not salute us the last time." Pointed a troll. "You left early this morning."
"Sorry." The blond apologized. "I had to go to train at collecting ice and after I was in a hurry."
The trolls began to talk all at the same time while the younger was playing horse on Sven. Some asked if he was not cold, if he wanted to wash his clothes, if he wanted to see a new flute ...
Meanwhile, Steven watched all this with such amazement he did not even paid attention to the little troll who had spoken to him, and who was now playing with the two geek's pendants. The brown boy with a strand finally said.
"It's ... them ... the trolls?"
Each of the little monsters suddenly fell silent, turning their head toward the geek, who was absolutely not used to so much attention.
"He's brought a friend!" Screamed a joyful troll.
Joy screams spread and, without understanding how, Steven was in one second transported by a sea of small hands. Which made him almost laugh.
'Wow!' He thought, euphoric 'Even at the Iron Maiden's concert that didn't happened!'
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to do the sign of the horns as they placed him in the middle of the crowd while a hundred comments were heard. The boy with a wolf tee-shirt thought he heard while some were palpating or climbing him.
"He's weird, no?"
"I think he's very cute as a child."
"What are these collars? Can I have them?"
"For once Kristoff presents someone ..."
"A stranger!"
"From the outside!"
"Oooooh!"
"You saw his clothes?"
"Look how thin he is." Pointed a troll who was holding her arm. "You want to eat something?"
"Mom, you're embarrassing him." Kristoff said.
Steven, a little overwhelmed by this trollian tide, however, heard the remark.
"She is your mother?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Admitted the little blonde. "Her name is Bulda."
"Uh ... Nice to meet you." Hesitated geek.
"Oh, it is my pleasure." Replied the troll. "Kristoff never brings friends."
Steven was a little surprised by this. The collector seemed very friendly. But his geek spirit then remembered by what he was surrounded. He was in the middle of creatures from a fairytale. He would never have believed it was possible. Not a single day of his life he imagined himself meeting so wonderful persons.
'Now I know what Harry Potter and Monkey D. Luffy felt.' Thought the geek, eyes full of stars.
He turned to a troll and asked cheerfully.
"You were Stones, is it not? How did you do this?"
"Like this." Replied a child troll transforming into stones.
"Wow!" He Rhapsodized. "This is Amazing."
The little creatures laughed gently in front of his children marveled face.
"He's cute." Stated Bulda, stroking her head.
What made reacted the geek, who exclaimed softly, to not give the impression of being angry.
"Hey, be careful with my Oz Vessalius strand. Hehe! It's not easy to do."
Kristoff had also fun seeing the young stranger like that. He was a little afraid that the trolls intimidate him with their attitude ... very energic, especially as Steven seemed pretty withdraw. But he seemed to have been worried for nothing. This reassured the collector.
Then a voice a little more serious, but delighted by the joyful crowd, was heard.
"Well, well ... What's going on here?"
Some trolls move aside to make room for another one dressed in a cape and bright yellow stones. Steven thought he understood, discovering his pace and the attitude of the others, that it was an important person. Kristoff guessed Steven's curiosity, he whispered quietly.
"It's Grand Pabbie, the chief and wizard. It was him who asked me to bring you here. Don't worry, he's nice and a wise person."
So, Steven looked at the old troll. This one, unlike other people supposed to represent authority, seemed friendly. But at the irony of the situation, he raised an eyebrow thinking.
'Well ... I wanted Master Yoda; I have his gray cousin ... Damn it! I hope it didn't sound racist!'
Grand Pabbie looked up at the newcomer and greeted him. Steven did the same, bowing, reflexively. The leader of the little people then said very calmly to his grandson.
"I have nothing against the fact that you bring a new person, I'm very glad you've made a friend ... a human friend I mean. But did I not ask you something?"
Kristoff cleared his throat and said as quietly as possible to the wizard, in a tone full of allusions.
"Actually, Grand Pabbie… I brought him for that reason."
The chief looked very astonished, having understood what the little blond wanted to say. He frowned, turning his head to Steven and made a little "Oh ..." intrigued. The wise troll approached Steven and observed him carefully, as if seeking something important without knowing what.
"Is there a problem Grand Pabbie?" Asked one of the trolls.
The old troll seemed to remember where he was and said happily that there was no reason to worry. He then tells them that they could return to their activities, they all made a din living up to their reputation. The wizard then asked Steven if they could talk in private, which worried Kristoff. He did not believe for a moment that his adoptive grandfather would do anything to hurt the young stranger, never, but he hoped that it was nothing serious. Or worse, he caught himself thinking, he maybe could not see him again after that. Grand Pabbie would not have asked him to bring that person if it was for a simple courtesy after all. It had to be serious.
Steven accepted nonchalantly.
"You're the boss. I follow you."
Steven had difficulty to believe he was saying such a thing. The fact that he was confident of being in a dream was probably a reason he had accepted so easily.
"Thank You." Grand Pabbie smiled before taking a step further, to the trees, leaving Kristoff and Sven there watching them go.
Once at a safe distance, behind a dead tree, the wise began to look into Steven's eyes. His gaze, without being threatening, was very inquisitive. Steven was a little disturbed by this, he felt that the creature tried to look at his soul, he was looking at him as a natural curiosity.
The troll then begged him to not move. A little reluctant, however, Steven did it. Grand Pabbie seemed to focus, murmuring a phrase in a completely unknown mystical language. When the magician opened his eyes, he suddenly cringed and had a shocked expression looking the little geek and what apparently was above his head. Which means nothing for Steven. The child suddenly looked over to him, but it only confirmed his certainty. The troll calmed himself and asked the little boy with a serious but not oppressive voice.
"Who are you for real?"
Steven raised an eyebrow with astonishment. Some had asked his identity, but never questioned what he answered. He did not know what to say suddenly.
"I ... am not sure to understand your question." Doubted the child.
"So tell me what you think you are." Grand Pabbie tried.
What was he? Steven could give any kind of answer: a young man, a Londoner, a geek, a student, a metalhead ... But maybe the local Yoda requested him what he was in relation to this place. Steven then answered, calmer than before.
"I'm just a dreamer who sleeps too deeply I would say."
The answer surprised the gray sorcerer.
"You think you're dreaming?" He questioned.
"Obviously." Stated Steven. "How else would you explain ..."
He raised a first finger.
"Firstly: That I fell asleep or passed out into a world that is already not mine, to finish in a country I do not even know, in a young body."
The Geek raised his middle finger.
"Secondly: That the country in question is a realm from fairy tale, full of magic and enchanted creatures that does not exist, or only in my imagination."
The child raised a third finger.
"And thirdly: that I can disappear and appear anywhere whenever I deeply want it."
Grand Pabbie seemed stunned by what explained the child, who seemed more bored than anything else. The sorcerer therefore sat down, inviting him to do the same, and said it would be better that he tells him everything from the beginning. The Geek sighed at the thought of all that he was probably going to have to tell to a figment of his imagination, which was however well already know all this unconsciously. He even thought.
'My mind is trolling me or what? ... Oh man I want to kill me for what I said. '
So, Steven told his story without giving all the details. Rather, it was as if he had to refresh his own memory. He said who he was, where he came from, how he had been sent to another world with a box, that wasn't from a doctor, and especially that he was in a castle after falling asleep. He talked very quickly about the two princesses, what made Grand Pabbie ask some questions. But he found nothing more than what the King and Queen had said they would do. The troll did not reveal his connection with the royalty of Arendelle. It was not the kind of thing you were talking with a stranger, even more a so strange one.
For now, the magician believed what the geek told him. Or at least he was willing to believe that there was something strange in all of this. How else could he explains the strange sensations he had, and matched with the moments Steven claimed to appear? And how else explained what he magically felt examining the young man?
Steven, because of the troll's long silence, deep in thought, dared interrupt to ask.
"Excuse me but ... What are you thinking so?"
The troll seemed curious about something. He tried a question.
"What if I told you that you do not dream, what would you say?"
"That is exactly what a dream would say... or an agent of the Matrix."
Grand Pabbie spent on this reference which was unknown to him and asked instead.
"And why are you so sure it is not a dream?"
Steven replied calmly but on a strict tone.
"Because, despite what I have seen, I am someone extremely logical. If I went from one world to another the first time, it was because of this cubic object that had lightnings. I do not know what it is, but the fact that a strange machine takes me from one place to another has a certain logic ... I have an open mind. But until then, I didn't find anything to prove to me that here is not a dream, because I have not saw anything that could logically explain that I am here. The cube with lightnings took me from one world to another, why would I again without it? Now, if there's one thing that fantasy books have taught me is that even magic has its rules. And I have yet to find any rule showing this place is not a dream. Period and end. "
Grand Pabbie, although a bit overwhelmed by his reasoning speed, had to recognize several things: He was clearly not going to convince the skeptical boy, but it was for good reasons, that made him an intelligent person. Because its reasoning was perfect, pointing the gray areas which Grand Pabbie himself had no answers.
The troll had, however, an idea. He could check something that potentially would bring him some answers ... or even more questions.
He asked the boy to be quiet a moment. The Geek sighed, having no real reason to refuse. The magician put his stony hand a few inches from Steven's heart. He pronounced a new incantation. And then, something like a slow and fluid sky-blue flame seemed extracted from the body of the child. And at the moment it happened, under worried but not surprised gazed of the troll's leader, the geek felt really weak. He was dizzy and had trouble standing. Grand Pabbie watched closely the bright blue spark, he looked shocked but fascinated by what he had in hand. You would have thought he was holding a jewel, unique in the entire world, he would have never imagined touching someday.
But he then saw the little boy's state and "put back" the flame on the child. Which was sucked up by the Steven's body, disappearing completely, then the young boy seemed to regain his normal state, as if nothing had happened. This vague but oscillating as gently but chaotically as algae in the ocean, had gave him his strength as quickly as it seemed to have taken it.
The geek palpate himself a bit to see if everything was OK. He seemed to have no pain or strange sensations after what had just happened. He looked the troll wizard and understood from his air that he was worried and somewhat sorry. Steven wasn't angry, not only because of his regretful face, but also because curiosity outweighed anxiety.
"What did you do to me?" He questioned.
"I took a hint of your vital energy to observe it. I do not feel the same way about you than with the rest of the world. I thought to find answers but it's much stranger than I thought. "
"Wow! You're going a little too fast for me here." Steven interrupted.
Grand Pabbie cleared his throat and began to tell.
"Boy, everything around us, from the smallest stones to the highest clouds, has some vital energy. This is what makes living things, give their characteristics. It surrounds us, penetrates us and binds the universe together ... "
'Did I dream, or did he just talk like Obi-Wan Kenobi?' Exclaimed mentally the geek.
"The whole universe was created from a huge ocean of vital energy. But after the creation of all things, time differentiated the energies in various categories related to the elements of nature that constitutes them. Like Fire, Water, Wind ... Even the ice. These are the energies that are activated when magic is at work. "
Steven realized that the troll did an allusion to Elsa. But what surprised him the most was the approximation he could do mentally with the chakra of the Naruto universe, he had retained some information by exploring the internet and talking to the little blond ninja.
But what he heard almost strengthened his certainty of being in a dream, because the similarity with things he knew seemed to prove it was the result of his imagination using its memorial resources.
A little tired by the time spent with the wise Troll, and wanting to know more about this universe, he thought dreamlike, Steven asked.
"What are trying to say?"
"This: all living beings has vital energy, including humans. But humans are the only one who can have ane energy type depending of them as individuals. All the birds have vital energy related to the wind, for example. But there may be human with the energy of fire, water, or other. But they do not practice magic anymore, so they have forgotten how to use it. "
Steven then had a question.
"What about Elsa?"
"The Princess of ice? Well ... it seems that there's few exceptions in this world. Some the magic can be transmitted sometimes. But some are born with much more energy and capacity than other, to the point that they can use them from a simple thought but have a lot of troubles to control it. I do not know on what standards they are chose, however. "
The Geek nodded, showing that he had recorded the information. He then raised an eyebrow, thinking he had more imagination than he would have believed. But he could not help asking.
"Can you do anything to help her?"
"Unfortunately, no. The powers like hers are unique. They are not like mine; I have learned then over time. The ice is a part of her and that forever. I cannot explain how it works. This would be like asking a bird to learn to the wind to blow. "
Steven was a little disappointed. He found it sad that such a beautiful and amazing gift was making Elsa so afraid. He then asked a final question.
"And for me? What's wrong with my ... vital energy?"
Grand Pabbie frowned with concern. Then he spoke to the child with chains about the sensations he had, and which seemed to coincide with the times when he claimed to Appear and Disappear.
"I can feel the vital energy when I want to." Explained the troll. "But sometimes, when a huge and ... different flows is involved, I feel it directly. It's not unpleasant, but I feel it clearly. Watching you well, I see you have much less energy that an ordinary human being, so few that I do not quite understand how you can still be alive. That's why you felt bad. When a living being does not have much vital energy, it weakens. When it comes to you ... I feel an energy that I had heard only in the old legends of my ancestors. "
Steven had to admit he was captivated. He seemed almost to take this seriously. But basically, it was like to hear the explanations of a Sensei in a manga. He listened carefully, but without feeling really concerned because it was all unreal for him. Grand Pabbie tried to finish his explanation, but he seemed to have trouble finding the right words.
"When I took a bit of your energy, it was ... chaotic ... but also harmonious. It was moving slowly, gently but with unpredictability. It almost seemed a flame ... of water ... moving in the wind ... but as stable than the earth. "
Steven had a hard time imagining what described Grand Pabbie. Only his memory of what he had seen in the hand of the troll earlier helped him to have an idea. The wise man hesitated a lot before finishing.
"I think ... it was Original Energy. The same one that forms the universe. The power that contains everything and so can have any form, pass through everything, join to everything."
Steven was amazed. But not as much as he should have. It seemed a fairy tale coming from his unconscious. A super but unreal story. He kept every word but did not completely took it seriously.
"What does that mean for me?" Asked the geek like some jokes. "That I am some kind of god?"
Grand Pabbie was not laughing.
"I do not know." He admitted with dismay. "You do not have the capacity to consciously use this energy. And even if you could, you have barely enough to survive ... but you seem mysteriously okay."
'He never saw me running, that's for sure.' Thought the child, a little ashamed.
"Then I have no idea who you are or what to think about you." Ended the troll with a sigh.
Steven saw the wry look of the magician and thought to understand what was bothering him.
'It's like when a super strong character joined your team, but you know nothing about him.' Thought the gamer. 'If we see two to three personality traits and do not know what he is capable of, in addition to not seems controllable, I would be worry to... I'd better reassure him. '
Steven called out the troll, who looked into his eyes, and told him.
"Hey. Don't worry. I understand that you're worry about your people but I'm not Sauron. All I want in my life is to be quiet, have fun, play and go to a warm bed. In fact, the only thing I've done recently is helping children. I certainly do not claim to be a knight in shining armor or a hero ... It would mean that the quality level was really reduced. But I'm doing my best to be helpful when I can ... and when people appreciate my presence. "
Grand Pabbie carefully watched the little brown boy. But he could only smile in understanding that he had been sincere, from the beginning to the end. The Geek did the same. The troll stroked his head, as did Bulda earlier, saying.
"You're a good person Steven. Do not doubt it."
The Geek used his fingers on his strand, to make sure it was still okay. Then he said to Grand Pabbie it would be better for him to go, he had enough taken their time. He had nowhere to go. But, not knowing when he would wake up, he preferred to be close to the castle to try to enter, just to try, to see the little princesses once again.
The troll nodded and told the child that he could ask Kristoff to guide him to the city, the forest was treacherous for those who do not know it well. The Geek then said goodbye to the young magician and joined the ice collector and his reindeer, glad to see him.
Kristoff showed him the way, Sven too and trying again to caress his two companions on the road.
Grand Pabbie saw them go, especially observing the strange little boy with the wolf's cloth. It was not so surprised by his last words. He knew nothing about him, and his life seemed a mystery, but he was more mature than he seemed. For when he had focused while he was examining him, he could see his true form beyond the appearances that his unique energy gave him. Rather than a boy barely larger than a troll, with eyes full of wonder, he saw a young man, of at least sixteen years old, marked by some very deep wounds, but trying to keep a jovial face.
He did not know who this Steven was and where he came from, even What he was, but seeing Kristoff smiling at his side, he was not worried for a moment letting him be accompanied by his adopted grandson.
But none of this seemed to please a man in costar that nobody could see. His anger was evident. Anger fully concentrated on the little boy.
List of references:
Lord of the Rings, World of Warcraft, Big Bang Theory, Pokémon, Baldur's Gate, Fairy Tail, Star Wars, Cthulhu mythos, Toy Story, Harry Potter, One Piece, Pandora Heart, Doctor Who, Matrix, Star Wars (again) Naruto, Lord of the Rings (again)