The New Age of Celtland

Chapter IV

DISCLAIMER: Refer to the previous disclaimer.

I got really freaking bored today. That's all I'm gonna say.

-The same day as the first, after chapter 3 but before chapter 4's time… inside Dondoran-

Maris was walking down the streets of Dondoran. She was a girl of sixteen, with long dark hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She stood at about 5'4" and had a diamond staff that stood to be about 4'0". Little did she know, she was being followed.

Jaldrik was stalking behind her. "Heh… I doubt she's been targeted yet…" He chuckled. However, almost as if Fate wanted to spite him, a boy who was seventeen, with tan skin, chin-length white hair, and red eyes came around the corner, and gave Maris a hug. "Oh damn… wait! He doesn't even have a staff! I'll just take him out here and now!" Jaldrik exclaimed, charging up a spell. "Bolt!!" He exclaimed, sending lightning out of his hand, and straight at the other man, who noticed the lightning, and glared in that direction.

"Dark Vortex." The man stated, his hand glowing black. Suddenly, a giant dark void appeared in front of him. The void sucked in the thunder, and shot it back out at Jaldrik.

"Oh damn." Jaldrik said, as he was shocked by the lightning. It didn't really hurt him much because it was his own element, but it still hurt a lot considering that one of his entire arms was in bandages from third degree burns.

"Heheh… now what should I do with him, Maris?" The man asked his girlfriend.

"Staff… you really don't have to…" Maris began, and then looked at him. "Oh… it's Jaldrik… I've heard of him. Do what you will."

Staff grinned. "It'll be my pleasure." The look in his eye was of the maniacal sort.

Jaldrik's eyes widened. "Ah! It's Staff! The one who ate the dark staff!!" He then began to back away when Staff's palm glowed black once more.

"Dark marionette!" Staff exclaimed, closing his palm. Suddenly, Jaldrik stopped moving, and his muscles tensed. Then, his body began acting on its own.

'What the hell?!' Jaldrik thought. Suddenly, Staff began to make Jaldrik dance around and around in circles.

"Hehehe!! This is fun!" Staff laughed, as Maris let out a bit of a giggle. It really was a funny sight to watch Jaldrik dance in circles. Soon enough, Cilia and Rikaea walked by, too, and they couldn't help but giggle at the sight. However, after they took pictures… (Note: This is 500 years after Quest 64, meaning that they have some modern things… for example: TV and proper plumbing, baths, and showers, so there's no plague. However, there's no cars or guns… that'd pretty much kill the point, and for the most part, its still medieval-looking. Celtland is a world that runs on its own time, separate from the rest of the world. It IS after all, the magic realm of the world. Just wanted to clear that point up. Anyway…) they decided to pay it no more thought and continue back home, with Rikaea still being injured and all. However, Staff was far from done with Jaldrik. He began to make Jaldrik punch himself in the face repeatedly. "Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!" Staff yelled, making Jaldrik begin punching himself in the crotch.

Jaldrik's eyes bulged, and Maris winced with each shot. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OWWW!! FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, OW! PLEASE STOP!!!" Jaldrik exclaimed, but Staff seemed to be having fun.

"Come on, honey… give the poor guy a break… he's already got a burnt arm." Maris said, looking up at Staff sweetly. Staff, however, couldn't resist a request from his beloved girlfriend, so he stopped the spell, leaving a whimpering Jaldrik to limp home.

"Alright… so we were supposed to meet Erus here, weren't we?" Staff asked.

Maris nodded. "Wonder where he could be? Perhaps he took overtime in the library?" She asked.

CRAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

"…No, I bet that was him just now." Staff laughed.

"How do you know?" Maris asked.

"Who else do you know could cause such a massive earthquake?" Staff asked.

Maris blinked. "Good point."

"Either way… it gives us some time alone…" Staff said, grinning.

"Staff… not out in public…" Maris said, blushing.

"Fine, want to get a room at the Inn so we can be together tonight?" Staff grinned evilly.

Maris blushed deeply, but smiled back in a sheepish, but just as seductive manner. "Mhm."

-Meanwhile-

Jaldrik was limping through an alleyway of Dondoran. "Damn… Avayna, Maris, Rikaea… the three most beautiful and hottest women in all Kennishire, probably even all of Celtland… and none are interested in me… damn it…" He sighed, slumping down to the ground. "Curse you Staff… curse you Erus… why are you lucky so…?" He whined.

-In the same alleyway-

Alvar was walking down the alley, head hung in shame. "How could I lose to… to HIM!? That bloody Erus… back at home, in Limelin, I was the strongest mage of them all… but he beat me so… easily! HOW!?!? Now… everyone thinks I'm a worthless prick who's full of himself… Damn you, Erus!!" Alvar shouted. Suddenly, his gaze shifted when he saw Jaldrik, who was also staring back at Alvar.

Jaldrik got up. "So… you have a reason to hate Erus, too, eh?" He asked. He then extended his hand. "The name's Jaldrik… I don't know who you are all that much, but I do realize that Erus is too powerful of a mage to take on alone. Perhaps if we worked together, we could bring him down… then, maybe Avayna would love ME and not that blasted ERUS! WHAHAHA!!" He exclaimed.

Alvar cocked an eyebrow, and hesitantly shook Jaldrik's hand. "I have no clue who you are, but if you want to take down Erus, count me in. I need to restore my shattered reputation as the strongest of the mages!!" He stated.

"Then, it's a deal." Jaldrik said, as they shook on it.

-Meanwhile, in the Dondoran throne room-

"Your majesty King Scottfort XXXVIII-squared-to-the-pie-th-power-direct-descendant-of-the-original-king-Scottfort-who-gave-the-Earth-Orb-to-the-legendary-mage-five-hundred-years-ago-who-then-went-on-to-the-Conor-Fortress-which-is-really-a-forest-I-don't-know-why-they-call-it-a-fortress-but-whatever-on-his-way-to-the-boat-that-takes-him-unwillingly-to-the-Carmagh-region-so-that-he-can-get-lost-in-cull-hazard-being-killed-off-by-wyverns-on-his-way-to-Normoon-get-the-wind-jade-so-he-must-then-venture-into-the-Windward-forest-and-fight-Zelse-for-it-who-was-really-a-petophile-waiting-for-

"JUST SHUT UP!!!" The King exclaimed to his guard. "I'm Scottfort! King Scottfort! That's all!"

The guard nodded. "Yes, your majesty XXXVIII… we received this letter that was addressed to you…" He said, handing the king an envelope.

The King, curious, opened the envelope, and read the letter.

When it began, there was nothing.

However, the eight supreme gods, with unlimited power, came down from the heavens, and created existence.

Infernice- The mighty god of fire, created a sun for each galaxy… the mighty balls of flame which provided heat to us mortals were merely splinters of fragments of some of Infernice's almighty power. When mortals get too cocky, he makes the sun brighter, turning lush forests into deserts, and causing famine.

Earagnus- The mighty god of earth, created all the planets for the cosmos, his greatest work of art being the planet that we humans live on. He's in control of pretty much all matter that exists, and is truly omnipotent and unchallenged by all. When mortals get too cocky, he makes them realize his power by creating mighty earthquakes, and fierce volcanic eruptions, which isn't even a single fraction of a percent of his power.

Ravulcan- The mighty god of lightning, made all the electricity and energy in the world upon which we rely. Though it is all really a low percent of the infinite power that is his. When the mortals defy him, he reminds them of him through fierce thunderstorms.

Abyscerin- The mighty god of darkness, created the dark cosmos that the people could look upon at night, reminding the people of he and the other supreme gods' eternal power over them. He has created the black holes to swallow creation in case if anything goes horribly wrong.

Freaza- The mighty goddess of Ice, created all that is cold in the world, as surely Infernice's sun would melt the planet, being a bit too hot. So, she also made Abyscerin's cosmos cold… making the sun exactly evened out in temperature, though in winter, Freaza's influence strengthens, like Infernice's does in summer. When she is angry, she creates fierce blizzards to ravage the people.

Sybelte- The mighty goddess of the winds created all the oxygen and winds that circle the earth, giving the planet life. She created the atmosphere that surrounds the planet, and sometimes uses her power to punish mortals with tornadoes.

Wavrigia- The mighty goddess of the water, controls all liquids that exist, except for magma, which resides deep in the planets, which Earagnus controls. She made the life-giving lakes and oceans on the earth, and her form of punishment is through fierce tsunamis.

Ligima- The mighty goddess of light, she created all the mortals who live in the universe. She also bathed the world in light during daytime, thus providing the people with visibility. Unlike the seven other supreme gods, Ligima is merciful, and does not punish us humans, no matter what bad deeds we may commit.

…The eight supreme ones, satisfied with their deeds, departed to the heavens, leaving behind nine items of unfathomable power. Infernice left behind the mighty Fire ruby, which is the way he channels his fiery influence to the world, all the way from Bliss. Earagnus left behind the Earth Orb to carry through his will, in the same was as the Fire Ruby to Infernice. Ravulcan left behind the lightning gem, Abyscerin left behind the Dark Onyx, Freaza left behind the Ice diamond, Sybelte left behind the Wind Jade, Wavrigia left behind the Water Jewel, and Ligima left behind the Light topaz. They also left behind another item: the Eletale book, which they decreed should never be opened, as the spells inside are too powerful for the eyes of mortals. With these nine items resting in the world, the eight almighty ones departed to their eternal paradise, to live forever, watching over the world, and living their Idyllic lives.

…But now, it is time. This time has come. Are you ready for it?

King Scottfort put down the letter, and scratched his head. "…I have absolutely no clue what this means…" He groaned, discarding it.

End of Chapter

Thanks to all reviewers so far, I mean it when I say it! Well… that is, if you do review. Haven't gotten that many since I began to update. Come on, people! I'm writing for your enjoyment, here! Please review!

Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron