Illusionist: "Oh, Hello everyone! I'm so exited that I get more than one chapter based on me, and to see all of your faces again! You can't see me doing it in this version, but right now I'm sitting near a fire place and reading a book. Why? Because I, or in this case the writer is about to tell the story about one of my most memorable adventures. But to do that, we have to go back in time, as we have been with the order of these chapters."
BMG Studios: "I'm not doing these chronologically!"
Illusionist: "Whatever. I mean it in context of the fact that time is an essential plot point for this story. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
We cut to The Illusionist coming out of a portal and in a field on August 14th, 1548. He is not alone, as he is assisted by his friend, The Vigilante, who wore nothing but a black morph suit.
"Well, we have arrived." Illusionist said.
"Why did you even bring me here?" Vigilante asked.
"Well, If you had just let me handle William Shakespeare at the signing, we wouldn't be in this mess now, would we?!"
"You weren't acting like yourself." The Vigilante told him
"Was I?" Illusionist asked.
"No, You were acting like a wild animal!" Vigilante explained, "I had to do something!"
The Illusionist cracked up, "That's funny."
"No, it isn't!" Vigilante said.
Illusionist: "I don't get how he doesn't think it's funny. The Vigilante calls himself a warrior, even though he didn't bother to help me or my friends stop Lord Doomer and his his army that day. The truth is...he's a complete maroon. HAHAHAHA!"
"You know I'm standing right here, right?" The Vigilante asked with his arms crossed, "And who are you even talking to!?"
"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to THEM." The Illusionist pointed in front of himself, but nobody was there.
"Who's them?" Vigilante asked.
"The readers." Illusionist said.
The Vigilante slapped him across the face.
"I love you too." Illusionist told him. Suddenly, they heard screaming.
"What was that?" Illusionist asked.
"Lets check it out." Vigilante said.
In a nearby village, there was a man with white hair, wearing a gold cape and a red hat grabbing a young lady with a red cloak and a blue dress. He pushed her to the ground and said, "I will ask one more time, WHERE'S THE LASS!?"
He was about to do something with the strange book in his hand, when The Illusionist appeared and casted a spell on him, which made him temporarily freeze but wore off quickly, "Who dares to defy me!?"
"That would be me, The Illusionist." he answered, "And my trust "sidekick", The Vigilante."
The strange man used his book to summon a minion with a staff, but The Vigilante pushed it away and fought it on his own. Unfortunately, he was shot multiple times by the blasts coming from the minion's staff and fell to the ground.
The man fired a beam out of his book, and The Illusionist shot a magic beam to protect himself. As he did so, he started having flashbacks to the deaths of Auron, Halem, Viktor, and Solarus respectively. He was able to overpower the book, but the man poked him in the head with his feather pen. He began to loose consciousness as he asked, "Who..are you?"
"I am The Scribe...and this is your final chapter." he answered.
Illusionist: "Don't listen to him folks, we have way more stories to cover. In fact, the next one is based on The Str-"
BMG Studios: "NO SPOILERS!"
Illusionist: "Fair enough. Back to the story."
The Illusionist and The Vigilante woke up and found themselves in a stone prison with the same young lady from earlier.
"Um, where are we?" Illusionist asked.
"No clue." Vigilante answered, "But maybe we should ask her."
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Been better." Illusionist answered, "Who are you?"
"My name is Cressida." she answered.
"Hi Cressida, I'm The Vigilante." he answered, "This idiot next to me is The Illusionist."
"You two aren't from around here, aren't you?" Cressida asked.
"Smart kid." Illusionist said.
"You idiot!" Vigilante said, "It's pretty obvious by our powers and appearance that we're from the future!"
"So did you guys come here to stop The Scribe?" Cressida asked.
"You mean that freak with the magic book?" Vigilante asked.
"Yes we did, since it would mean the end of our time if we don't stop him."
Illusionist:"Wait a second, I asked who he was earlier, how do I know that?"
BMG Studios: "Can I just keep telling this story or should I move on to the next story?!"
Illusionist: "Sorry, nitpicker."
"Alright you Idiot, use your magic to get us out of here." Vigilante told him.
"Okay Okay, Mr. bossy." Illusionist quoted.
"Wait!" Cressida interrupted, "Can I come with you?"
"Sure, why not?" Illusionist accepted.
The Illusionist casted a teleportation spell and appeared in a cave where The Scribe was hiding.
"Hello Shakespeare, we heard that you were looking for us." Illusionist said bluntly.
"You fools!" The Scribe summoned another minion to take care of them.
"This is getting old." Vigilante said as grabbed the minion's staff.
"Since he's busy, I'll write the two of you out of this world." The Scribe said as he opened his book which had fire coming out of it.
"ILLUSION SHEILD!" Illusionist yelled out. He was able to block the attack.
"Thanks for that." Cressida said.
"No problem." Illusionist responded as his hands started glowing, "Lets dance!"
The Vigilante yanked the staff from the minion and stabbed it through the chest, causing it to turn into a piece of paper. "What the hell? Illusionist, this guy was just a drawing!"
The Illusionist was distracted by The Vigilante calling his name, "What!?"
A magic wave pushed Illusionist away from the book and onto the ground.
Cressida stepped in and fired a magic beam at The Scribe.
The Vigilante stepped in and helped The Illusionist get up, "Good job, Illusionist. We got him."
"I didn't conjure up that spell." Illusionist told him.
"Then, who did?" Vigilante asked.
The two of them looked at Cressida with surprise. The Scribe opened up his book and yelled out, "SOUL CONTAINMENT!"
Cressida got sucked into his book and he flew away.
"Goddamn it!" Illusionist yelled as he punched a wall in the cave.
The Vigilante gabbed him and slapped him again, "Calm down!"
"I can't believe we failed." Illusionist said.
"Look, we'll find a way to beat him. I don't know how, but we will." Vigilante told him as he gave him back his tophat
"Maybe not how...but when." Illusionist said. He opened a portal in time and they walked in. When they came out, they were in the far future. The entire city looked like it came out of Mad Max: Fury Road.
"What happened?" Vigilante asked.
"That's a time paradox for ya." Illusionist answered, "We better find the Scribe, assuming he is here."
They proceeded through this post apocalyptic future, hoping to find their new friend, but they eventually passed out from dehydration. They both woke up in what looked like a camp.
"What's going on here?!" Illusionist asked. He saw someone approaching them, "Excuse me whatever your name is, can you tell us where we are?"
"And better yet, untie us?" Vigilante added.
"I found you guys passed out in the desert." The stranger explained. She had short blond hair, and wore a white cape, clothes and fingerless gloves.
"Who are you?" Vigilante asked.
"I'm the White Wolf." they answered, "I gave you and your friend what little water I had left. There's no food in this wasteland. Who are you two anyway?"
Suddenly, the Vigilante was missing, but the Illusionist was still tied up, "Where did your friend go?" White Wolf asked.
"I'm quite quick." Vigilante said behind White Wolf's back.
"You better not cross me like that again." White Wolf told him.
The Vigilante started fading away, "What's happening?!"
"I think I have an answer for that." Illusionist explained, "Since we failed to stop The Scribe, our original timeline no longer exists. So, you're being erased from existence. But, it's no big deal."
"What do you mean it's no big deal!?" Vigilante asked violently.
"Because I promised my old master that no matter what, I would always keep on smiling."
"Look, bad things happen. You just have to except it. So let go. Let. Go." Vigilante told him as he finally disappeared.
"That's...That's horrible." White Wolf said, "What are we gonna do now?"
"We have to stop The Scribe and fix the timeline." Illusionist said, "Can I count you in?"
"Well there is nothing better for me to do here, so I'm in." White Wolf answered.
Suddenly, The Scribe appeared out of a red light.
"What was that?" White Wolf asked.
"Oh crap, it's Shakespeare!" Illusionist said.
"Do not foursquare me!" The Scribe told him.
"What are you talking about?" White Wolf asked, "It was your doing that caused all this."
"That is just how time works." Illusionist explained, "Changing history, even just a tiny bit...will change everything."
The Scribe summoned another minion to take care of them. "This should be fun." White Wolf said.
"Oh hey, come on. Can't we just settle this over a pint?" Illusionist quoted, "No? Alright then, Come on!"
They were teleported back to the 16th century. "ILLUSION BARRIER!"
White Wolf jumped over and tackled the minion.
The Illusionist and The Scribe threw punches until Scribe shot a swarm of flies out of his book, "Is this really the best that The Illusionist can do? No wonder you couldn't save anyone. Say hi to the Vigilante for me."
The Illusionist had a Jack in the box in his hands and told the Scribe, "No, you say hello to Jack Nicholson!"
He wound it up completely, and out came a shot of Nicholson from 'The Shining', "HERE"S JOHNNY!"
White Wolf pushed him to the ground with her blue fire.
"Let's put an end to this story!" The Illusionist said as he opened up the book.
"AAAAAHHH, NOOOOOOOO!" The Scribe yelled as he got sucked into his own book.
"Time to bring you home, kid." he said as he opened the book again to free Cressida.
"What just happened?" Cressida asked.
"You were trapped in the book." White Wolf answered.
"Thank you so much for freeing me." Cressida said.
"No problem kid." Illusionist responded.
"Where's Vigilante?" Cressida asked.
The Vigilante reappeared into existence.
"Oh thank the maker, you're alive!" Illusionist said as he ran in for a hug.
"No hugs." Vigilante told and pushed him.
"Great to have you back." Cressida told him.
"Great to be back." Vigilante responded, " White Wolf, thanks for looking after this numbskull while I was gone."
"No problem, bro." White Wolf responded and gave the Vigilante a fist bump.
"Cressida, you displayed a special power that only sorcerers can do." Illusionist told her, "You have the potential to be a great sorcerer. What do ya say?"
"Yes!" She responded.
"Great, can we go back to our time period now?" Vigilante asked.
"Alrighty then." Illusionist responded as he opened a breech.
"Wait, Dark Red's army destroyed my time period." White Wolf explained.
"I think I have a plan for that." Illusionist supported.
"Do what you want, but leave me out of it." Vigilante demanded. "I have my own problems."
And so they returned to present day...
Illusionist: "Who doesn't love a happy ending? There will always be trouble in our lives, but as long as you have something to fight for, you will always find hope."
To Be Continued.