Hey guys, ultimateTORINOR here. Here to say that the cast of TDI is finally in the story! I know it took 3 chapters. Sorry. Also, I'm sorry if this isn't that good. I'm REALLY stepping out of my comfort zone here. I hope I did at least an okay job portraying the them all to you. Which brings me to my next point. Review please! As I have said, reviews make me feel GOOD. They make me feel as if people are reading my story and enjoying it. So please review. Also, check out my profile and vote in the poll. It's an issue that has been bugging me for a while now. Thanks everyone. I do not own Total Drama Island in any way, and please enjoy the next chapter of...Shards of a Crystal!

The man glanced around, but no response waited for him from the teenagers.

Kids these days, he thought.

He shook his head and said, "All right. Time to get the show on the road!"

And to get all those ratings, he thought laughing to himself.

He gestured to the giant man in the apron next to him. "This is Chef Hatchet. He will be cooking all of your meals while you…enjoy your stay on the island."

The Goth girl muttered to herself, "Why do I not like the sound of that…?"

The man ignored her and pointed to himself. "I'm Chris Maclean, and your host for the show!" Chris smiled to show off his irritatingly perfect teeth. The teenagers grimaced.

I can't even remember why I signed up for this show in the first place, they all thought at the same moment.

Chris began walking up the rugged path, talking as he went. The teenagers had no choice but to follow, with Chef Hatchet at their backs. The sky above them was slowly getting darker, and it was getting harder and harder to see. A building then seemingly appeared out of nowhere just ahead of them. Chris suddenly stopped and turned around.

"When we get up to the mess hall, I'll leave you all for the night."

A girl carrying a bag full of dumb bells suddenly snarled, "I thought we got to stay in the CABINS!"

The punk with the green Mohawk supported her. "I don't like…surprises" he said, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

Chris backed up a step. "Well," he began, "that was the original plan, but they're…not quite ready yet." Some of the teens looked about ready to hurt Chris.

Before he could get attacked, he quickly added, "By the way, if you physically harm any of the crew here on the island, you forfeit your chance at the money." The teens slumped, defeated. Chris smiled, and congratulated himself. Chris 1, Teens 0. Thank god for all that fine print on the contracts!

Chuckling to himself, he led the way into the brightly lit mess hall, trailed by 22 unhappy campers and Chef. He let the campers set their stuff down, and then he began to talk once again.

"Campers," he said, "tomorrow is the first day on Total Drama Island! In the morning I'm going to divide you up into teams-

The blonde girl spoke up excitably. "Can we pick our teams, Chris?"

Chris frowned at her. "No. I JUST said that I was picking the teams." The blonde's excited smile turned into a frown, and she looked at the ground.

God, Chris thought cruelly, we certainly didn't pick her for her brains.

He then continued, " You all will sleep here tonight. I'd take the time tonight to introduce yourselves, as you're the only people your age you'll see for the next 8 weeks!" He grinned again, and looked around at the unfortunate teens. None of the campers looked completely happy, to say the least. He smiled to himself. No that's what I like to see, he thought as he continued his torture.

"I'll be back in the morning for your first challenge. I hope none of you are afraid of heights!" Chris snickered as the brick house Jamaican nearly fainted, and turned and followed Chef Hatchet out, heading to his trailer. Chris, he thought to himself as he walked off into the night, you are just too good looking for those people!

Talen stared, mesmerized by the shapes on the ceiling. He tried to figure out all the symbols and what they meant, but suddenly the shapes and colors started to meld together. Talen, shocked, could only watch as the shapes and colors became one. Flashing and pulsating, they began to form the shape of a woman, someone who Talen thought he vaguely recognized…the woman formed completely, and Talen gasped in recognition as he knelt reverently to the being.

Great Crystal, he said, they are here.

She floated down to him and smiled. We know.

He looked at her questionably and asked, What do we do next? Do we wait for them to come here?

The Crystal shook her head. No. They need to come here tonight.

He nodded understandingly. How do we get them here?

She shook her head again. Not WE, Talen, citizen of Nabudis. We are not able to leave this chamber. This person to bring the news must be you and you alone.

Talen shook slightly, duty pressing down on him suddenly. Crystal…I-I'm not sure I c-can do this…

The woman smiled brightly at him. You place too little faith in yourself. Do not worry. Do not be afraid. They will listen to you Talen, citizen of Nabudis. They will listen to you Talen, savior of our people…

The woman began to fade again. Talen stood up suddenly.

Magnificent Crystal, don't go! …I don't even know where they are!

The woman, now barely visible, stared him in the eyes. You will know what to do. The fate of our world rests in the balance…but you are fully capable… The woman faded away, leaving Talen to ponder his predicament.

I don't even know how to get out of this place, he said bitterly. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, as if by magic a stairway formed, leading to a world Talen had never seen. As he floated up the stairway, he thought of his home. Would it be completely destroyed by this point? Talen thought about that; and he unconsciously floated faster up the steps until he was under the stars of the moonlit sky. He felt more tears cloud up his vision as he looked around the peaceful landscape. There was no moon tonight, but the sheer number of the stars made up for it, it was quite easy to see through the trees.

This reminds me so much of the forest back home, Talen thought sadly, before it was…

Visions of the fire came hurdling back to him, as if the invasion had happened yesterday. The smell of smoke seemed to fill his nostrils, and he could see his king getting stabbed in front of him…

Talen shook off the vision and thought miserably, I…need to go with them…somehow…I need to…go home…

Talen then took to the sky, floating above the trees that seemed to blanket the land. Peering in every direction, he suddenly spotted a small light in the darkness. Elated, he started to head in that direction, wondering what the Chosen Ones looked like.

In the mess hall, the 22 unfortunate Chosen were currently sitting together, but no one had spoken yet. Finally, someone broke the very lengthy and awkward silence. Looking around at everyone, a brown haired girl spoke up, "This is ridiculous! We are going to be just about the only people we see for 8 weeks, and we can't even have simple conversations!" She sighed, as no one had responded to her outburst. She nevertheless continued her tirade, "Look, let's just introduce ourselves for now. …I'm Courtney. I used to be a CIT and I have great leadership qualities." She looked around at the others. "Who's next?"

A boy wearing a cowboy hat and a pink shirt suddenly spoke up. "Hey guys, I'm Geoff and I'm here to PARTY! WOO HOO!" His enthusiasm started a chain reaction around the teens. An extremely overweight boy shouted that his name was Owen and that it was "AWESOME to be here!" while a bookworm just said, "My name's Noah." and calmly turned the page of his book. The rest of them couldn't help adding in. There was Eva, the girl who had all the dumb bells; Duncan was the punk with the green Mohawk; Gwen was the Goth girl, while Trent was the one playing a song from memory on his guitar. DJ was the brick house that had nearly fainted when Chris mentioned heights. Bridgette, who had brought a surfboard to the island, and Ezekiel, who never seemed to part with his toque, were currently attending him. Justin, a male model, simply let his actions do the talking for him, flipping his hair back and sending all of the girls into a swoon. Beth, the only girl with glasses, and Lindsay, the blonde whom Chris insulted earlier, had nearly almost fainted. Katie and Sadie, two best friends who were inseparable were close to that same state, eyes locked on Justin. Izzy, a redhead who had a crazy gleam in her eyes, promptly left the room for a few minutes. She came back with a tray of food, proudly announcing that the lock on the refrigerator was "Tricky, but she got him in the end." Tyler, an athlete wearing a red tracksuit, said his name and then sank back into the background. Cody, only guy with buckteeth, tried immediately to start a conversation with one of the ladies, but Harold, the only guy with classes and red hair, beat him to Leshawna, a sister who said she spent had spent her entire life previously in "the Projects". A raven-haired girl wearing clothes that left little to the imagination walked up to Cody.

"Hey Cody, I'm Heather."

Cody smiled. Confident he wouldn't make a fool of himself again, he replied, "Hey Heather, I'm Cody. Thanks for talking to me."

Heather smiled at him. "No problem. I just came over here to introduce myself to another loser on this island." She walked away, leaving Cody standing there.

Leshawna glared at the back of the rich girl. "Someone needs to get her out of here. I can't stand people who walk all over others! If I catch her doing it again I'll-"

Leshawna never finished the threat because the lights suddenly went out and the door to the mess hall slowly opened. Slowly, all 22 of them turned to look at the doorway to see who was there.

A young man in his middle twenties walked, or rather floated over to them. The apparition slowly floated in a circle to get a glance at everyone. He started to talk, more to himself than to them. They are the Chosen? But…they are only children; probably no more than sixteen or so…is this right?

Duncan glared at the floating man. "Very funny, Chris. You know we're all eighteen here. I also believe you know that I don't like surprises…" The punk slowly got up and started advancing towards the man.

The young man backed up slowly. Chris? My name isn't Chris. It's Talen, and you all must come with me. The fate of my world rests in your hands alone. Please…I'm begging you, please help!

Duncan stared at him, confusion furrowed on his brow. Geoff, serious for once, asked, "What do we have to do, dude?

Talen smiled at all of them. You'll all have to come with me into the forest to see something. I'll tell you the rest when we get there, I promise. He started to float back through the door, and then stopped as if waiting for them. Geoff looked around at the others. "Good enough for me, dudes! Let's go save the world!" He walked towards the strange floating man, with almost all the others following him, with varying degrees of doubt etched on their faces.

Courtney whispered to herself, "This is not SAFE. Who knows what could be out there at this time? They need someone who can handle themselves in a critical situation, like myself." She walked over to the others and slowly, Duncan shrugged and joined the others and they set off into the night.

Traveling through the trees, the large group stayed together, obediently following their unearthly guide. He had an unfair advantage over them, as he could just float over any obstacle, while the teens had to carefully watch their feet. After about 20 minutes of walking, Talen slowed and stopped, hovering over what seemed to be a random hole in the ground. He turned to face the campers and told them, here is the place. Follow me down the stairs, and I will show you the crystal chamber.

The group shrugged and descended, all of them thinking they would find out soon what their strange floating "friend" called the crystal chamber. They did not have long to wait, as they only had to go down about 50 steps before reaching level ground again. Spreading out across the large room, they tried looking around, but the darkness here was impenetrable.

Harold asked Talen, "Do you have any skills that might light this room up."

Talen didn't answer him, but instead dropped to one knee, and said, Crystal…I have brought them. The Chosen are here.

The 22 campers barely had enough time to cover their eyes to avoid being blinded when the entire room was suddenly filled with light. When the light had dissipated enough to safely open them again, they were amazed at what the room held. Brightly lit shards of some kind were embedded in the walls, each were it's own different color.

Welcome…Chosen Ones. We are sorry to have interrupted your time on this island, but our need was paramount. The land in our world calls you. It has been suffering, and you are the ones that hold the power to stop it. If you do not do this, we will not blame you, but our land will fall further into despair until it engulfs it completely. The teens glanced at one another, taken aback by this information. The voice spoke again, its words burning into the minds of the campers. Examine the shards in the wall. If you look at all of them, you will each find that a particular shard interests you. That shard is the key to our land, and we will be eternally grateful if you grasp it in your hand. We will speak with you in a few moments, please find your chosen shard.

The voice trailed off, and the campers glanced at one another uneasily. They all glanced back towards the stairs; the stairs that would take them back to that horrible show. Back to Chris Maclean. That thought alone was enough for them to tear their eyes away from the steps and began to search for their shard.

It didn't take long until many campers found their shards. Some, like Noah, instantly glanced around and walked over to their shards. Others, like Owen, were walking past when their feet just suddenly stopped, and they turned to behold their own shard. They did not take another step. Soon, only Justin and Leshawna were left. Leshawna, as if in a trance, slowly walked over to stand in front a shard that gave off a light purple light, and almost seemed to crackle with energy. The male model glanced toward the last shard, his shard. As he approached, he saw it gave off a pitch-black color. When he stood next to it. As he waited, a voice appeared in his head. I can make you the King of men. With my power, you can have anything you could have ever wanted. You could have that new world for yourself, Justin! All for yourself…

The voice trailed off and Justin shuddered inwardly. A power that could give him an entire world…he wasn't sure what he thought of that.

You all have decided your shards, although it is really the shards that picks you. All of you will travel to our world. We will warn you now; you will be separated. You will probably meet up with some of the others, but this might be the last time you see some of them for a while…

The campers slowly turned and looked at one another, remembering the other faces in their minds. The crystal spoke again.

We thank all of you. That you will go to try to save our world, with no preparation, is admirable. Use that courage to get through the days ahead. Now…Good-Bye, Chosen Ones. Have a safe journey. Perhaps one thing we should tell you is that there are not only humans in our world.

DJ cried out, "Who else is there?"

The voice immediately responded. Do not be afraid. Good luck…Chosen Ones…

The campers had time for one final glance, for one more goodbye, before a light suddenly shone bright. The room started to shake, and more than one person cried out. The room slowly became normal, and the light faded. Talen looked around, but could not find one of them anywhere. He glanced skyward as the Crystal spoke,

They are heading to our world at this moment. They will face many trials, but they will overcome them. They WILL save or world, and balance will be restored.

Talen replied, Will they all make it back to their world? Will they all succeed? None of them will...die, will they?

The Crystal said nothing.

All right, Third Chapter down. The campers are finally going to the new world. I tried to make this longer to make up for the shortness of the last one. Please guys, review and vote in my poll. It's important to me. On a side note, I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up. It's gonna be random, I guess. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed and those will continue to review you guys are awesome! See you guys later, and thanks for taking a few minutes of your time to read my story!