Draksus
A/N: Yet another world/lore that I had to make up off the top of my head and roll with. Well, to be fair, the intro was more of a challenge than this, but at least I had this to go by. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with SVTFOE, only my OC's and the idea for THIS particular story.
Going through the portal felt… cold. Usually it's just like stepping through a door with a really bright light. But this took a few seconds, and it sucked all the warmth out of my body. On the other side, we find ourselves shivering in a barren wasteland valley, with mountains far in the distance . All around us is nothing but dust, and craters. But some of the dirt around the craters look like scorch marks. Overhead the sun is obscured by a low hanging overcast, giving the sun a muted look. Like it doesn't want to shine down and warm up the planet.
"Ok…" I say. "So, dead world. Neat."
"Yeaaaaah," Star says as the portal closes. "Neat is a kind of strong word here…. Whats that?"
"What's what- Ohhhhh!" Directly behind us is the only structure as far as the eye can see, besides the mountains. It's a castle. A old medieval looking castle. It was surrounded by a wall and draw bridge, which was down, and a basic square building and four towers. It must have been a base or something, because it doesn't really have the flair that most noble castles have.
"Well," I say, "At least there was civilization here at one point."
"Yeah… let's go to it," she says, already walking towards the dead building.
"Wait, what? Are you sure Star? What about the danger that the guy said?"
"Well, it's either the scary falling apart castle, or the miles and miles of empty wasteland!" She throws her hands up in the air.
I take a look around, and say, "Good point. To the scary castle with possible dangers it is."
But after about 10 minutes of walking, and we still haven't reached it. "Um, Star? Is it me, or are we going nowhere? Are we on some kind of magic treadmill?" I say looking at the bottom of my shoes.
"No," she says, sounding a bit disappointed actually. "It's probably really far away."
"Right… wait," I say realizing something. "If it's just really far away, wouldn't it be smaller looking then?"
"Umm… yeah?" She says not getting it.
"But we've been walking for a while, and it hasn't gotten any bigger," I say trying to hint at something.
"Um, should it?"
"Ugh," I face palm. "Star, if we've been walking all this time, and it looks like it's just a few feet away, and we still haven't gotten to it, that means it's huge!"
"What?"
"Yeah, this is the relative size of what it is and it looks like that because of the distance we are from it! If so," I say looking at the castle. It only looks to be about 4 stories tall, but we haven't gotten any closer to it. "It must be huge." I finish.
"Um, how huge?"
I don;t answer, then, "I don't' know. Really huge."
"Oh, then in that case," she grabs my arm in a death grip and readies her wand. "Turbo nuclear bunny rocket blast!"
"Wait, Star! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yell as an explosion of bunnies propel us into the air. After I got use to it, and stopped screaming, I noticed that the ground is zipping by us at break neck speeds, and the castle is steadily growing in the distance. "Woah… yeah, this was a good idea Star!" I shout over the wind.
"I know! Thanks!"
Soon, we touch down at the draw bridge, and marvel at how huge the structure is.
"Why would they bother building a wall… when it would take weeks to siege this place!" I say staring straight up the vertical surface of the stone wall.
"I know right… how tall do you think it is?"
"I… I don't know. I can't even see where it ends! It kind of just blends in with the sky, but… it has to be over 200 stories tall!"
"Hmm… Hey Marco?" Star asks.
"Yes Star?"
"How tall is a story?"
"I… I don't actually know," I said dumbfounded. "Um, but, my house is 2 stories, 4 with your room. Imagine that, over 200 times stacked on top of each other, and you get this," I say gesturing to the massive wall in front of us.
"Oh… cool," she says and then starts walking. I was about to protest, but seeing as there would be no point trying to talk her out of this, and not wanting to really go myself, I just follow her.
The second we step through the arch, it was about 30 feet worth of tunnel, we stepped in this massive courtyard, that held the ruins of a town.
"Woah, this looks kind of your home town when we visited Mewni!" I say.
"Yeah… right up to the ridiculously huge castle that smack dab in the middle," she says. "Come on Marco, let's go to the top."
"Ok," I say following her. Soon, with every step it feels like we're plunging into a deep freezer in the dead of winter. "Brrr," I say, pulling the strings of my hoodie tighter. "Is it me, or is it getting really cold?"
"Y-y-yeah, i-it is," Star says shivering.
"Star!" I say, beginning to unzip my hoodie, "here, let me-"
"N-no no!" She says stopping me. "I-I got i-i-it!" She brings out her wand and says, "Princess style warm jacket!" Her wand zaps an elegant looking blue jacket with a tail coat on her, complete with new pants, boots that's styled in her usual ones, gloves and earmuffs.(A/N: Looks like the genderbent version of Star in Mewni Look it up on deviantart) "Ah, that's better!" She exclaims. "What do you think Marco?" She asks doing a bit of a twirl. Her golden blond hair and tail coat fanning out as she does so.
"Amazing," I mutter.
"Huh? I didn't hear you!" she says, still spinning.
"Oh, uh, I said you look nice! Great actually," stop talking! I tell myself. " Come on Star, we're burning daylight!... And I think we left our stuff back at the Bounce Lounge."
"Nope! I got it! Give Marco's' stuff back!" she cast and my backpack appeared in a flash of light.
"Woah… when did you do take my backpack?" I ask slipping it on.
"After I threw you into the portal, you dropped your stuff back on Earth, I just zapped it into my wand, it has a compartment that's like a compact dimension. I use it sometimes for storage use! I use it for other stuff too, like snacks!" She flicked her wand and a bag of doritos appeared in her hand. She opens them and starts munching. "Mmm… want some?" She offers the bag to me. I take a few chips and she says, "Great!" She zaps the chips back to non-existent. "Let's go!"
After about 15 minutes we find ourselves going up these stairs, and up to this really big entrance to the castle. Guarding the doors are these twin statues of these hooded druid looking people with wooden staves. They're both at least 50 feet tall, and I get a sense of foreboding as their empty, permanently set in a scowl face leers down at me.
But swallowing my fear, I push on in with Star.
On the inside of the castle, it's even colder, so cold that my breath mists in the open air. But I put it out of mind as I survey our surrounding. It's not too hard to imagine what this place would have been like back in it's prime. We walked into a grand entrance hall that looks like a ball room. The marble tiles are faded, not shiny, but still smooth, the pillars are still adorned with decorations and ribbons that tie to the other pillars, some have snapped, but most are still there. On the walls are these tapestries of this once vibrant blue, gold green and other colors. The edges are a bit threadbare, but it's still holding together.
"Wow," I say. The tapestries depict a prosperous, kingdom. In the middle of the one on the left, shows a bearded man with a crown and elegant red and white cloak around his shoulders, having his left hand held up, and seemed to be holding the sun like a torch. The rays from the sun are depicted as lines shining down on a the village below, and the fields around outside the city, but no wall. Further down, where the lines seem to reach their limit, are the mountains with black storm clouds and red lightning.
"Hmm… I think this one is telling a story of the kingdom itself," I say pointing to the one on my right. "And that one," I point to the left. I walk over a bit to get a better look, but trip over something. I look down to see a pile of dust, and some golden armor. I tripped over the breast plate, and the shield. "Woah, looks like someone died here…. AND I TRIPPED OVER THEIR BONES!" I say freaking out.
"Marco! Marco! It's ok!" Star says coming over to comfort me. "I don't think he'd mind, seeing as you kind of dislodged the thing that killed him," she points to a line on the armor, to a silver sword that could have fit. "See?"
"Oh yeah… still though, that's kind of disrespectful."
"Marco, we're in a battle field. There's no such thing as disrespectful here," she says, going into warrior mode.
"I… I guess you're right," I said not really wanting to pick a fight with 'Princess Koo Koo Pants'.
"Darn tootin I'm right! Now, pick up that sword and avenge this fallen soldier!"
"Um… how do you know that he's not the invader?" I ask not really wanting to pick up a murder weapon.
"Because of that," she points to the other tapestrie.
I look to see it depict the city in the middle, with it's walls half built, and it's army defending against some silver armored invaders. The ones defending were golden armored. The King and the sun he was holding, are standing on top of the castle. Only what it's rays touch, are on fire. In some places are great plumes of fire and smoke, kind of like an explosion. Well, that explains the craters and scorch marks we saw outside. "Oh," I say dumbly. I look down, and pick up the sword. It's about 4 feet long, guarded at the hilt, double edged, and comes to a point. Somehow though…. it's well balanced. It fits perfectly in my hand, like it was made for me. "Weird," I say to Star. "It feels great in my hand. Almost natural," I take a few swings and swipes at the air. "It's not even withered or corroded…. Star, I think we should leave, Star? Start?" I look around and see her half way down the hall. "Star!" I exclaim. I put the sword in a side pocket of my backpack, it rips through of course, but the guard keeps it from falling all the way through.
"Star!" I say, panting when I reach her. Though,not from the running, the air is colder than it's ever been, but Star keeps walking forward. I pull my hood over my head, and stuff my hands in my pocket. "Star,what are you doing?"
"I… I think I know this place," she said as if in a trance.
"What?" I say. "Look, never mind, but we have to go. Look," I pull out the sword and show it to her. She looks with half laid eyes. "Star, this metal is still perfectly smooth, the floors are still in good conditions, and the tapestries aren't moth eaten. Star, whatever happened to this world, it happened fast, and it killed everything here! Even the weather! That's why the clouds are like that, that's why nothing is growing, and that's why everything is still the same as if they just left a few days ago. Star, we're in trouble. S-Star!" I say as she starts walking again.
At the end of the entrance hall are 4 thrones. One is taller than the rest, and the two on the ends of the row are as big as a regular chair. On the biggest chair, I'm assuming it's the kings, a Butterfly was carved into the head of the backboard. "Umm… Star?" I ask.
"This was Mewni…" she mutters.
"What?"
"This was Mewni Marco!" She shouts at me. I flinch back. "Sorry," she says. "But, there's this legend that my mother use to tell me, a bedtime story really," she stops and looks at the thrones. "A long, long, looooooong time ago, Mewni was in a different dimension than it was now. Before, it was set on a world 5 times greater than the one it's at now, which is about the size of Earth by the way," she says looking at Marco. " It was ruled by 10 kingdoms, and the one we're in now, was called Mewni. And it was ruled by a one, King Draco Tiberius Butterfly." She looks at the tapestry on the left. "He was fabled to be a kind and gentle ruler, like his last name said, but he was also ruthless and cunning when it came to protecting his people."
"And his kingdom?" I ask looking at him blasting the invading army with the sun in his hand.
"No," She said. "My mom was very specific, just his people. She said that as long as he had his people, he could rebuild his kingdom anywhere. But it was too risky to move all of his people elsewhere, so he built a wall around the city. And when these being my mom called the Scourge invaded, the walls helped but the army was just too massive. Too many soldiers, catapults, mages and technology, he himself had to step in." She pointed to the King on top of the castle. "And it is said that he obliterated the army that day, and gave his own soldiers a fighting chance, but in the end, only a few companies and platoons survived the onslaught."
She starts to walk to the big doors again."But it is said that as the invading army retreated, that the top general of that army swore a blood oath, right there at the city gates, that he will return with unimaginable power and numbers, and slaughter everyone.
"So the King finished his wall, and gathered the top mages from all over the world. And one day, during an eclipsed moon, they performed a ritual to infuse the King with power. Power, my mom said, from the gods themselves. But he didn't use it to destroy the invading army, he used it as a way out for him and his people. On the day of the invasion, dark clouds of pollution and ice announced the presence of the army, so he had his army throw open the gates to the city, and had everyone in the kingdom gather, right here in this entrance hall.
"Here he used his newfound power to tear open a portal to a new land, one without the Scourge. He had his family and a portion of the royal guard go through first, and then the nobles and common folk. And once everyone was though, the general was inside the room with him, and it was said he brought a raging wind with him, making the room feel like it's in the dead of winter, in the most coldest place on the planet.
"The invading general and the King fought to the death after he sealed the portal closed. After that, no one knows what happened, but they say that with his dying breath and life, he use his magic to seal the Scourge in this world forever, never to age, or die, but to just stay here for the rest of forever!"
By the time she was done, we were at the front doors again. "That armor you tripped on was probably King Draco, and the blade you pulled out was probably the invading general… I don't know his name."
"Maybe it is General Kai'shah'hall!" A voice hisses.
Somewhere in a different dimension, 3rd Person PoV
"Hmm," the leader in a white trench coat said. "He's more perceptive than I gave him credit for."
"Maybe you underestimated him," the one with the deep voice said. "It has been a while."
"No, I don't think so," the first replied.
"I don't know," the woman from earlier, Kassy, said as she walked in. "You've been running around all of Creation for, how long? Oh, and also I got into contact with Ryan and Felix. Ryan's back with me by the way."
A young man with stringy mousy brown hair that went a bit passed his eyes walked in. He was at least 17, 6 feet tall and was wearing slacks, combat ankle boots, a loose fitting shirt and a tail looking coat. He also had several belt accessories that was fitted with holsters that could hold either several different types of firearms and swords. "You called?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah, shut the door," the leader waved him in. Ryan waved his hand and the door shut gently behind him on it's own. Ryan and Kassy walked up to the table, and sighed at the images showing in the scrying equipment.
"So," Ryan said. "It's starting then? Are you sure it's them, they are a bit young to be doing this."
"It wasn't my decision for these two in particular. James was sure it was them, and saw an opportunity to test them," the leader replied.
"But Michael, this test? Surely they'll die," Ryan said with compassion in his voice. The other 5, minus the leader, Michael, nodded in agreement.
Michael sighed, and dropped his hood. Underneath it showed a 24 year old man. He was gaunt, and had deep bags under his eyes, like he hasn't had a good meal or a decent night's sleep in a while. He is about 6"2, brown skin, black hair, that's crew cutted at the moment, and wood brown eyes that can either change to shades darker or lighter depending on his mood. Right now, there almost black. "There's no time like the present. And James is out there with them, see?"
Michael touched the scrying table, the images distorted like he poked a calm pool of water, as the ripples spread around to the edges, the scene shifted to show James following the two up the stairs of the castle. He's set a good distance behind the duo, but they don't seem to noticed.
"You taught him well," the deep voice said. He removed his good to show a, for lack of a better description, a lizard man. He's dressed in a long cloak, dark clothing, boots, gloves, and the only piece of flesh that's showing is his neck and head. Yellow, cat slit eyes staring at the table. "Though Guardians are force sensitive, and adept in magic, you've taught him well in your arts." It was a wonder that his accent and rasping the s in every word didn't give his species away.
"I know Ryzord, thank you." Michael looked curiously at the scene in front of him. "Well, this is interesting."
"What is?" Kassy said as she removed her hood. Beneath showed a pretty woman in her early 30's. Jaw length blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a pretty physique, she stands at a mere 5"5, but her posture and the way she carries herself demands respect.
"Marco Diaz," came his reply. "I've underestimated him more than you all though, more than I thought."
"Why is that?" One of the other 4 that remained silent up until that moment.
"Because, Flint," Michael said. "His perceptiveness is most astounding for a human at his age," he leaned forward. "Most astounding…. I do believe that, in James words, that this boy is force sensitive. He might be Guardian Corps material."
They all looked at him, Ryan raising an eyebrow, and the rest, some, had their mouth agape in disbelief. "But then again," he continued. "It's not my call. If James sees it or not, it's his decision to see where to go from this point. Uh oh," he saw Star and Marco being confronted by General Kai'shah'hall. "Well, whether or not he's sensitive to the force or not, we'll see. And if worst comes to worse," he brought out a pair of dimensional scissors from inside his coat and snipped at the air a few times, causing some sparkles to form. "Well just have to bail them out."
End Chapter 3
A/N: So, another chapter finished, and I'm sorry I didn't get this posted yesterday, I was out Sunday and didn't get back until late on Monday. Had tons of fun, and there's gonna be a new youtube channel on the web pretty soon, and you will all cry! From laughing, from how tragic it is, you get the point. Well, until then, this has been Bigmike33321, signing off! Oh, and don't forget to review! *BOOOP*