My third Inheritance Cycle fanfic, and is almost completely completely unrelated to the other two IC fanfics from The Rise Of Extinction series. This story will look into what might happen if one of the sentient characters from the Cycle came into the modern world and humanity came into contact. Read it, and tell me what you think of the story with constructive criticism, no flaming or trolling!
Modern Cycle: 2012 A.D.
Chapter 1
The Race War was Heslant's Cataclysm. It had left civilization in Alageasia torn apart, and so that was the point of the meeting.
The plan:use magic to send back a Ra'zac in time to kill the one who would start the war, a corrupt elven Rider named Ilsvaldrn, and therefore prevent Heslant's Cataclysm in the first place.
But the remaining priests of Arcaena had heard, and to make their monk's predictions happen, they would also use magic to send back an assassin to intercept and kill the Ra'zac. That was why the survivors were in a rush to send the Ra'zac back.
Time travel was one of the least used magic forms, as if any one of the magicians used in the spell fainted or died of lack of energy, it could kill the one being sent back or forward or warp him to an alternate reality, and he or she would never come back.
Drgven stood in the center of the circle, naked, as nothing non-living could go back or forward in the slip-stream. The magicians stood by, chanting the spell to send him back, the words in the Ancient Language immolating the air.
That was where it went wrong:one of the magicians, a scrawny dwarf of withered age, could no longer take it, and he fainted, his energy drained.
One of the other magicians noticed and screamed, breaking the spell, and suddenly, a huge red explosion went forth and Drgven was sent through the slip stream, naked, weaponless, and having no idea what the Arcaena assassin looked like.
April 6, 2012, Los Angeles, California, United States Of America
A huge red explosion spread out, incinerating a nearby clothes shop.
Drgven looked up, and what he saw was something completely unrecognizable:lights. Lots of them. And many huge, towering buildings. And several strange looking horses nearby, painted of may colors, straight and angular.
He turned his head to see a dark alleyway, and he heard some noises. He decided to go that way.
-POV change-
"Yo fool, it's about time you gave me my money, you little mothafu-", the head gangster, specifically of the Crips, was saying before the perverted laughter of his homies interrupted him and made him turn his head.
There was a man wearing a costume of some naked beaked creature with huge eyes, a hunched back, and mottled gray and brown skin stood before them. The head gangster soon joined in the lauging.
"'Ay, dog, it ain't Halloween yet, and yo' five days late of April Fool's!", the main gangster said to the costumed man as he tried to stop laughing with his homies.
"Your clothes. Give them to me. Now", the man said, the mask on him giving him no trouble apparently.
The grins on the gangsters faded, and they all pulled out glinting silver knives, ready to strike the man.
"You want our clothes, fool? Well, yo' gonna have to settle for this!", the main gangster said as he stretched out his arm and drove the knife toward the costumed man.
With superhuman reactions, the man grabbed the knife holding arm of the main gangster and twisted it, before breaking it over his knee, all without any effort.
Before the main gangster could scream, the costumed man pulled his head forward and headbutted him, cracking the main gangster's skull and spurting blood everywhere.
-POV change-
Drgven dropped the body of the main gangster, taking the knife from his hand. Swiftly, he sprinted forward and shoved it between the ribs of another one of the men and kicked him away, his white and sleeveless shirt turning red with blood.
The Ra'zac grabbed another gangster and threw him into a wall made of brick, and the man collided with a repulsive splat.
He stepped toward the last gangster, and he dropped his knife and tore off his black jacket.
"Here, take it!", the man squeaked as he threw the jacket into Drgven's outstretched hands.
The gangster then turned and ran, his breath audible to Drgven's Ra'zac ears. Drgven then went back and took off the pants of the main gangster, and he wiped his knife on the man's sweaty black-colored face.
Quickly, he put on the jacket, leaving it unzipped as he pulled on the ripped and bloated pants, his waist relatively thin compared to the pulled out and stretched waistline of the pants.
Knife in hand, Drgven walked forward toward a place labeled "Weapons Shop", eyeballing the place as a potential pit-stop for a place to get the tools needed for killing the Arcaena assassin and Ilsvaldrn.
He tentatively opened the door, and walked in. The man at the counter was snoring and fast asleep, his head down and his eyes shut. He had an odd tube like device in his hand, his fingers around a small mechanism in a thin circle.
Drgven walked over and pulled the device out of the man's hand, and he seemed not to notice. The Ra'zac put his index fingers inside the tin circle and on the mechanism, and he lifted the device and pulled the mechanism.
A speeding gray chunk of metal flew out of the hole in the front of the device and tore straight through the wall, leaving a smoking hole.
The counter-man suddenly woke up just as fast, and he looked at Drgven. He then stared at the hole in the wood wall, and looked back to Drgven.
"What the hell are ya doin', boy?", the counter-man yelled as he reached out his arms to grab the device that had fired the chunk of metal, but Drgven swung out his left arm and put the ice-cold razor tip of the knife on the man's throat and lifted the firing device to point at the man's eye.
"Try to touch me, and I'll stick this knife into your throat and put a hole in your head, and I'll do it slow just to torture you", Drgven growled as the counter-man stopped his arms and took a step back.
"Now, where are your weapons?", the Ra'zac asked as he lowered the firing device.
"Now, hold it right there, young man! I need to see if you're old enough, if ya got a license, ya hear? You first gotta show me the cash, and-"
"Either you show me the weapons and give me all the useful ones, or I'll give you a death more stomach churning than the one I just mentioned. You hear, old man?"
The counter-man stood agape, his mouth hanging open as he walked forward and pressed what appeared to be several buttons, each making a beeping noise be fore a mechanical noise was heard, and the man turned a knob and opened the door in front of him.
"Now, what do you want? And only what's on display! None of them plasma pistols", the counter-man asked as Drgven came in.
"Give me the double-barreled shotgun, the rocket launcher, the AK-47, the .40 Magnum, and the .50 Caliber rifle", Drgven said as he looked upon the array of weapons.
The man nodded and rushed forward, grabbing the weapons from the walls and putting them into Drgven's arms.
"Thank you, fine sir", Drgven smirked as he nodded before exiting the store.
"But, wait! I need to see your license, if you have a good background-", the counter-man breathed, but Drgven left before he could do those things.
Little did Drgven know that he was to start the greatest war not in Alagaesia, but right here, in our world:a world that he would show little mercy, a world unprepared for his easily fueled wrath.
So, what do you think? It sounds cheesy, yes, but there WILL be quite violent action scenes to satisfy the bloodshed-loving, and some scenes of brutal reality and question-asking humanity(no, not the race, the philosophy). So, until chap.2, R&R.