Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
A/N: Haven't uploaded anything in quite a long time but this story has definitely been a passion project of mine. Hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think please. If you couldn't figure out already, this story will contain some OC's. Hopefully they will be characters that you all come to enjoy as much as I have writing them. This story is set in the Mangaverse
It was a beautifully balmy day in Death City Nevada. The sun laughed heartily in the blue skies above. Balloons and banners lined the city's labyrinth of streets. Music filled the air and vendors sold their food and wares to the many visitors enjoying the city. Death City was in the midst of a festival the likes of which it had never enjoyed before. The crowds of revelers danced, ate, played games, and celebrated with delight. It was as if the whole of the city was smiling. At the famous DWMA, atop a high balcony, Death the Kid gazed contentedly out at his city. He enjoyed the serenity, and symmetry, of the moment.
"Shinigami-sama," a voice roused him from his thoughts. He turned and saw Yumi Azusa, standing at attention with a clipboard in her hands. "The visiting dignitaries have all arrived. Your presence is requested." She said in her naturally cool tone of voice. Death the Kid nodded.
"Yes of course, let's be on our way." He said. Tearing himself away from the beautiful scenery before him, Kid followed Yumi into the academy's hallway.
"I can't believe it's already been 5 years since we defeated Asura." Kid mused nonchalantly, his flowing black cape trailing behind him elegantly as he walked along the corridors. His completed lines of sanzu encircling his head proudly.
"Yet here we are." Yumi replied. The rest of their trip was filled with silence as they descended the academy's many stairs and walked along its vast hallways. Just ahead of them Kid spotted his two faithful weapon partners, Liz and Patty, dressed in their finest white suits.
"There you are. It's about time." Liz complained to him. She and Patty walked up to him as they approached. "Are you ready?" Liz asked. Kid smiled back at her.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He answered.
With that they opened the double doors in front of them. They creaked loudly as they swung open. But the sound was soon drowned out by a cacophony of voices all speaking at once. Before them laid a grand ballroom, filled with a menagerie of various dignitaries, diplomats, government and DWMA agents, as well as many more. Visitors from all over the globe gathered in the central ballroom conversing, laughing, and enjoying the festivities together. Waiters weaved between the crowds, carrying plates of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Tables lined the edges of the room filled with plates of food and drinks, while some remained empty as seating for VIPs. Kid had known there would be a large number of guests for this event, but the sheer number hadn't hit him until just now. Kid closed his eyes momentarily, to keep from focusing on the asymmetric throng of people. Suddenly he heard a voice shout at him from his left.
"Hey!" Came the call from Maka. She was dressed in an olive green dress which was sheer around her upper chest and had a slit running down the length of her left leg. Following closely behind her was Soul, dressed in his usual pinstripe black and grey suit with red tie. His hair, however, was uncharacteristically combed and brushed down. A style which immediately sent looks towards him from Kid, Liz, and Patty.
"Maka, Soul, it's good to see both of you." Kid greeted warmly, sharing a brief hug with Maka. She nodded back, complimenting him on his attire.
"Speaking of…" Kid began.
"Dude what's with the hair?" Patty asked, giggling at Soul's comb over. Soul sighed in exasperation.
"Maka insisted on brushing my hair down for the party. So uncool." He muttered under his breath.
"Hey, do you want all these fancy foreign VIP's to meet the 'Last Death Scythe' and think he's some kind of slob?" Maka asked defensively.
"You know I couldn't care less." Soul retorted.
"But the point is that you should. Unless you want to be like him and be the laughingstock of the Death Scythes. Right Azusa-san?" Maka asked.
"The Death Scythes are expected to maintain a degree of decorum. Especially in a setting such as this, it is important to present yourself with dignity Soul." Yumi said.
"Yeah, I know you're right. I've got enough cool to make up for the hair anyway so it's fine." Soul said.
"Has anyone seen Black Star?" Kid asked apprehensively.
"He's over by the snack bar." Maka said, rolling her eyes. Sure enough, Black Star was currently gorging himself on the plates of appetizers set out for the guests. Meanwhile his partner Tsubaki was sitting nearby with one hand on her forehead, resigning herself to accept his antics.
"Guess I had better go make this speech while he's preoccupied." Kid said. His friends nodded in agreement, knowing of Black Star's tendency to steal the show. Sending him off with words of encouragement, Kid made his way to the edge of the steps leading down into the ballroom.
"Attention, your attention please." Kid exclaimed while ringing a bell. The noise of the ballroom quickly dropped to a whisper. All the guests turned their attention to him, and a feeling of anticipation flooded the room.
"Greetings and welcome one and all to the Death Weapon Meister Academy. I am your host, Lord Death. I wish to thank you all for being here today and making the trip from your respective nations to come and celebrate with us today." Kid spoke aloud. "As you are all aware, today marks an incredibly special occasion. Obviously, it is the five-year anniversary of the defeat of the reawakened Kishin. However, this is not our only cause for gathering here today. Several other events occurred either on or surrounding this day that we gather here to remember." Kid paused. "One of which being the death of my father, the original Lord Death. But also, the treaty of peace between us and the Witches, as well as the formal recognition of the last Death Scythe. Suffice to say, today marks an important day in history for many of us, although for perhaps different reasons. But regardless of the reason, I am glad so many of you could make it to celebrate with us. These past five years of peace and prosperity have been some of the best in recent memory. And it is my hope that the future will continue this trend for the whole world to experience. Thank you." Kid ended his speech.
A thunderous round of applause carried out from the crowd. But the applause was quickly subsumed once more by the sounds of voices and conversation. Kid walked down the steps, shortly followed by Yumi.
"Excellent speech Shinigami-sama." She complimented.
"Thank you, and now comes the part where I have to go and shake hands with everyone here correct?" He asked sarcastically.
"Not quite everyone sir." Yumi replied, matter of factly. Kid sighed.
"All right, who's first then." He asked.
Kid was then led on a whirlwind tour of the ballroom. He greeted and shook hands with various presidents, prime ministers, kings, and other diplomats. Each politician he met extended their congratulations, sympathy, gratitude, and platitudes almost exclusively in that order every time. If nothing else, the consistency helped Kid make his way through the meet and greets rather quickly. Although every now and again some of those he met regaled him with their tales of dealings with his father, notes which made him both happy and melancholy at the same time. After his latest introduction Yumi herded the young death god over to a crowd of people wearing vibrantly colored and ornately decorated silk clothing. The crowd parted as Kid approached revealing a figure in the middle who Kid presumed he was slated to meet next.
"Shinigami-sama, may I present to you his royal highness King Avatar Deva, ruler of Shambala." Yumi said. Kid eyed the king up and down curiously. Unlike the many other heads of state he had met so far, this king was relatively young. He appeared to be only in his mid-twenties and had bronzed skin and dark black hair. Said hair was tied up into a tight bun sitting squarely atop his head. But even restrained as it was you could tell it was wild and curly. A thin golden crown resembling a tiara adorned his head, decorated with rubies and sapphires that glittered in the light. What was most curious about his appearance though was his rather simple clothing. Compared to his elegantly decorated entourage, the king wore only simple baggy white pants and a single orange sash that crossed his torso from left to right, leaving much of his upper body exposed. Finally Kid met his silvery blue eyes and instantly registered an air of something unknown to him. Was it contempt? Or superiority? Arrogance? Kid wasn't sure but he decided to try and not dwell on it. Kid bowed to the young regent, receiving one in kind.
"Greetings your majesty. Thank you for coming and welcome to our fine city." Kid said.
"Shinigami, a thousand thanks for your hospitality. Your party is quite grand, although, a little tame for my taste." King Deva said smugly.
"Well, the night is still young and we have plenty more events planned. However, if those don't satisfy you I'm sure we could accommodate your requests, within reason of course." Kid replied diplomatically.
The king chuckled. "Within reason of course." The king repeated. "No, it is quite alright. I am content for the moment." Deva said as he took a swig of champagne. "Besides today is meant for your celebration. Congratulations, five years since the defeat of the Kishin. A shame about the moon turning pitch black though." Deva mentioned offhandedly.
"Oh? How so?" Kid asked curiously. Ever since the end of the battle and thanks to Crona's help the moon had turned a solid black due to the effects of the black blood. Everyone in the world knew about it. But to Kid's knowledge, no one had viewed the change as good or bad. Most simply accepted the new appearance of the moon as something that happened. No more, no less. Deva however frowned slightly, looking down into his drink momentarily before meeting Kid's eyes once again.
"In my country, a black moon is viewed as a bad omen." He explained.
"I see. Well thankfully said omen seems to have yet to come true. We've entered a new era of world peace." Kid said.
"To peace then." Deva retorted, raising his glass for a toast. Kid met his toast with his own glass. Then he quickly excused himself, leaving behind Deva and his entourage.
"He is a curious fellow that Avatar Deva." Kid said to Yumi once they were out of earshot. Yumi nodded, bringing up information about him on her tablet.
"Not surprising, considering he's the supreme ruler of his nation. His citizens view him as a god. He's probably used to having his every whim and desire met." Yumi explained.
Kid hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "What else do we know about his kingdom?" He asked.
"Not much I'm afraid. Shambala has always been an isolationist country. This is the first major international event they've attended in more than two decades." Yumi explained.
Kid nodded thoughtfully but said little else. As the day dragged on and turned to night, the celebrations continued. Loud music, conversation, food and drink preoccupied the minds of the party goers. Kid himself was trying to manage the miasma of political dealings all while trying to keep the affairs of the party symmetrical. Black Star was up to his usual shenanigans of proclaiming himself 'the biggest star' to any passerby who would listen. His partner Tsubaki followed behind at distant pace, ready to intervene should his antics prove too much. Soul, having grown up in high society, was relatively at ease in the setting and proved his conversation skills were top notch, especially when it came to music. Maka on the other hand, had not quite mastered her social graces, and stood beside Soul relatively quiet. She appeared nervous at the prospect of meeting so many influential people and as a result, she resorted to what she knew best. Namely her encyclopedic knowledge. At any chance she would get she would recite as many facts as she could about a person's home country. Although Soul found it rather uncool, some of those they spoke to were quite impressed by the meister's knowledge. On the other end of the ballroom, Patty danced frivolously with any and all comers. Often times grabbing random strangers from the crowd and forcing them to join in her enthusiastic dancing. Liz was making small talk with various diplomats, namely the younger and eligible bachelors.
The party was in full swing. Both inside the academy grounds and outside in the city, people were having fun and enjoying themselves. Night had finally fallen and the whole of the city gathered outdoors to watch as the fireworks display began. But unbeknownst to the revelers, a sinister plot was underway.
In a darkened alley, just behind a crowd of onlookers gazing upwards to the sky, there stood a woman. Her hair was jet black with red highlights on the end. She wore a simple black dress and some jewelry. To the untrained eye she looked plain, average. But behind her simple disguise laid great beauty, an attractiveness that for whatever reason she was intentionally trying to cover up. As the fireworks began, she looked upward, the light reflecting off her red eyes. She pulled a device from her handbag and placed it against her ear, pressing the switch as a blue indicator light came on.
"This is team 1." She spoke softly, her voice smooth as silk. "The distraction has started. You have 1 hour to obtain the target. Over." After a brief burst of static a reply came back. "Team 2 acknowledging, we'll get it done." Came the reply, an odd computerized voice. The woman reached up and turned the device to standby mode, but not removing it from her ear.
Next to her, a man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a simple red hooded cloak. His footsteps were nearly silent, and had she not had her soul perception abilities she might have missed him entirely. She turned her head ever so slightly to acknowledge him. Despite the hood obscuring most of his face you could tell the man was older, of Asian descent, and his most prominent feature was a long and thin moustache. He approached with his hands held behind his back.
"Are you sure this will work?" He asked, his voice had a noticeably Chinese accent.
"Definitely," The woman responded. "This particular spell is meant to be subtle, but widely effective. Only the strongest souls would be immune, as well as those who I've casted the counter spell on." The woman, now identified as a witch, explained. The man grunted and then turned his attention across the street.
"Are we sure he's going to be ready?" The man asked, gesturing to the bar across the way. Through the window, a teenager, or rather a pale young man, was locked in battle with a fierce opponent. Five empty beer mugs sat around both participants. However, it was clear the younger man was winning the competition. His hair was spiky and purple and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and denim. His face was flushed red due to the alcohol, but this wasn't the most striking feature. Numerous metal piercings decorated the young man's face, complimenting the many studs and spikes on the outfit he wore.
"He'll be fine." The witch said without any further comment. The man simply hummed thoughtfully and said nothing else.
Elsewhere
Far beneath the party up above, deep below in the earth, something was happening. The ground shook and creaked, cracking as the sounds of stone rubbing against stone filled the air. From one of the Academy's many underground passageways a hole opened up in the wall. A trio of unusual figures emptied out into the dimly lit hallway. The dust and dirt surrounded the ground near their exit, leaving strange footprints as they exited the newly made tunnel. Two of the figures were hulking and massive in size, but while one was clearly a large man the other could only be described as man-like. Its silhouette was jagged and misshapen, covered in dirt and plants, like an amalgamation into the figure of a person.
The third member of their trio was much smaller in size, but no less strange in appearance. Like his compatriots, his figure appeared humanoid but closer examination showed something entirely different. His head was elongated, a vaguely upright rectangular helmet or head piece. His so-called face was composed of only a singular glowing red eye, like that of a camera lens. Below that was a simple rectangular black screen displaying a red line that vibrated as he spoke.
"We've finally made it." The figure spoke in the same computerized voice from before. He stepped out into the middle of the hallway. Mechanical sounds emanated from his body with every step. Metal shifting against metal, gears rotating against each other, and hydraulics pressurizing air. "Now to simply map out the maze and make our way to our destination." The strange figure said. Lifting up his right arm, he reached out and activated a device on said arm, or rather, from within his arm. A red light emanating from the device scanned the immediate surroundings in a grid like fashion. The device then sent out a high-pitched noise and pulsed for several seconds. Then once it had seemingly completed its task, the device withdrew back into his arm. "This way gentlemen." The pseudo-man proclaimed and began walking down the corridor.
They travelled for several minutes. Not a word was spoken between them as they traversed the labyrinth of hallways. Suddenly as they turned a corner, they ran into something unexpected.
"Hey what? Who are you? You're not supposed to be here!" A guard shone his flashlight on the group. Briefly illuminated, the trio was taken by surprise. But just as the guard was reaching for his radio to call in his discovery, a massive hand descended from above him. "Hey! Ahhmmpf!" The guard screamed as the hand wrapped completely around his head and neck. Darkness and pressure enveloped him and the last thing he saw was a giant man, draped in a large decrepit overcoat and wearing a mask.
"Shh…" The brute whispered softly. His fist began to slowly close around the man's head. The guard's limbs flailed about desperately trying to escape the grasp he found himself in. "Hush… Hush…" The hulking man whispered. His fist closed tighter and the guard went limp. He dropped the body unceremoniously onto the ground. "Quickly, we must hurry." The robotic man said. The trio soon carried on, leaving the body behind them.
After several minutes of travelling the group finally arrived at their destination. Two enormous double doors lay before them. "Ahh, here it is. The death god's vault." The machine man said, his arms opening wide as if presenting a work of art. He looked over his shoulder at his compatriots before uttering a single command. "Open it."
As one unit, the two strong men moved towards the double doors, and each grabbed the edge of one side. The doors slid across the stone floor and a grating noise perpetuated through the air. At last, the doors opened fully and the three figures stepped inside. Inside the vault, an odd collection of assorted items awaited them. Hundreds upon hundreds of books on antique shelves lined the walls and made up rows. Antique weapons and artifacts sat illuminated within display cases. Chests filled with treasure and jewels, scrolls, masks, and other items were situated around the room. But their prize did not lie in any of these priceless valuables. Instead, they made their way to the back of the vault. On an ordinary table lined with other papers and scrolls, there sat a simply decorated jewelry box. The robotic man opened the parcel and retrieved its contents. "Mission accomplished." He muttered.
Back atop the surface, the masses had gathered out in front of the academy, in the courtyard, to watch the fireworks. The exploding showers of lights mesmerized all who viewed them. Brilliant displays of colors lit up the night sky. The air boomed with the sound of explosions, drowning out the noise from the city below. Just outside the academy's doors stood the former Spartoi unit, watching the show with contentment and ease. All but one.
"Does something seem off about those fireworks to you?" Kid asked to the group at large. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Something was unsettling him, but he couldn't quite pin down what it was. Beside him, Killik sighed and rolled his eyes.
"If you're going to complain about the fireworks not being symmetrical, I'm going to hit you upside the head. Fireworks aren't meant to be perfect like that." He said.
"No, it's not that." Kid clarified whilst shaking his head. "They just seem… so captivating, more so than any other fireworks I've ever seen." Kid pondered.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Soul responded from the ground, sitting on the steps with Maka on his lap.
"I'm not sure…" Kid wondered.
Suddenly, before Kid could contemplate the matter further, a great quake struck the earth beneath their feet. A resounding crack echoed through the air, much louder than the explosions high above and clearly not emanating from the sky. In the middle of the courtyard, a large fissure began to form in the concrete ground. The fissure widened and split open, the earth trembling each time it spread. The order went out to stop the fireworks immediately. Shortly after, search lights illuminated the growing rift in the ground. The crowd on the ground scrambled to get away from the epicenter of the quakes. The cracks spread outward from the central fissure, each tremor causing further and further damage. The ground bulged upward, stone and rock began jutting up to the sky. The bulging earth and stone then exploded sending rubble and dust flying through the air.
Emerging from the newly excavated hole in the ground were the 3 mysterious figures from before. Now clearly illuminated by the search lights, a robotic figure, a golem made of vines and boulders, and an enormous grey skinned man wearing a faded overcoat and a smiley face mask.
"What the hell is this?" Kid muttered under his breath. Without even waiting for a signal, meister and weapon pairs rushed up to the three figures, surrounding them completely.
"Identify yourselves!" One of them called out, brandishing a sword. But before any further action could be taken, a voice rang out from the crowd.
"Soul Protect Release!" shouted the voice. All at once, the pressure of a powerful soul wavelength bared down on the area. A witch's soul undoubtedly. But before anyone could react the guards surrounding the group fell to their knees. They were attacked from behind, swiftly and mercilessly. Their assailants, the black-haired witch, the red garbed man, and the piercing studded teen. The witch, using her potent magic, rendered the guards immobile using bolts of magic shaped as feathers and emanating a red aura. Her comrades struck the guards just as quickly, using physical blows and combat prowess to knock them unconscious.
Once they had disposed of the guards they quickly joined their apparent comrades atop the hill of exploded earth. The entire event spanned less than a minute. Once they realized the extent of the attack, the members of Spartoi readied themselves. Weapons in hand and poised to attack, they were given sudden pause by what happened next. A single man walked out from behind them and up to join the group of combatants.
"King Deva?" Kid asked incredulously as the young king leisurely sauntered up to the group. "What is the meaning of this?!" Kid demanded. Around him, his fellow meisters were confused and paused. Unsure of what to make of their apparent guest joining with the mystery group, they could not move. As King Deva reached them, the robot man pulled out an odd medallion held on by a beaded string. The golden medallion flashed in the light and from a distance you could see the stylized image of shinigami's skull engraved into the metal, complete with the three dots for eyes. The metallic man handed the medallion over to Deva. The king smiled menacingly and held the emblem aloft in the air for all to see. Kid's eyes widened in recognition and terror.
"Father's medallion." He uttered fearfully. Around him the questions of his partners and comrades went ignored. He could only focus on the scene unfolding in front of him. A thousand questions ran through his head.
'Who were these individuals?'
'How did they know about the medallion?'
'What did Avatar Deva have to do with this? A man he had never met before?'
But the questions were cut short as Deva began to speak.
"Shinigami!" He began, directing his attention directly towards Kid. "Your arrogance and ineptitude, and that of your father, has caused untold misery in this world. For the past 800 years, chaos and madness has ruled this world unchecked. Your so-called benevolence is nothing but a charade concealing your laziness. The kishin that was your father's doing, became this world's greatest blight. For 800 years this world has suffered from those wishing to emulate him, revive him. It has suffered from countless wars: man against man, man against witch, innocents against innocents. And now, now that the old god of death has gone; we are expected to let a new one take his place? For what? So that he may repeat the mistakes of his father? We say no! We say it is time for others to pick up the mantle and bring order and peace to all. We will reshape this world in our image. The time of the old gods is dead and gone. Hear me denizens of this world. From now on, we will be your new gods. We will be your new Pantheon!" He shouted triumphantly.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" came the reply from Black Star. In predictable fashion he had jumped out ahead of everyone else. With Tsubaki's sword mode in hand, he leapt toward the group of miscreants. He lunged straight at Deva, sword ready to strike. But Deva simply lifted his hand. In a split second, Black Star was stopped dead in the air. A blue glow surrounded his body and that of Deva's hand.
"What the -?" He said. But with a flick of his wrist, Deva sent the wannabe assassin flying backwards toward the rest of his friends. Without any warning, the rest of Spartoi was helpless as the ninja's body crashed into them, knocking them backwards. Those that remained standing advanced quickly towards the group. But it was too late. The witch that was with them had already opened a swirling portal of darkness. She held onto her stereotypical witch's hat, keeping it on her head as wind was sucked into the portal. One by one the members of the group stepped through the vortex, disappearing into thin air. All until one remained. With a sarcastic bow and flourish of his hand, Deva finally stepped through the portal, laughing with the medallion placed around his neck. The vortex dissipated as soon as he went through it.
An eerie silence lasted for what seemed like hours, as the witnesses to the unbelievable event struggled to comprehend what had just unfolded. Finally, as Kid returned to his feet, he began barking out orders. The silence was quickly replaced by the sounds of bustling feet and voices relaying information.
"I want a full damage report! Follow that tunnel, search the entire lower levels and the vault. Find out if anything else was taken." Kid shouted. "Find out where those seven disappeared to!" he exclaimed.
"I'm afraid that might be impossible." Stated Stein calmly as he approached the group with Marie and Spirit in tow.
"Those individuals were extremely powerful." Stein began to explain, lighting up a cigarette which was swiftly put out by his wife. Unperturbed he continued his explanation. "They obviously had this well planned out. Meaning that they're smart and capable. By the time we make any useful analysis of the ambient magic they could have switched locations several times." He said.
Kid tightened his fists. His brow furrowed in anger and frustration. "Dammit." He muttered furiously. "How could this have happened?" He demanded. Spirit, observing the giant crack in the ground, spoke up.
"It looks like they must have used the noise of the fireworks to cover up the sounds of them tunneling through the earth. But why? And what was that medal that he was holding?" He wondered.
Kid sighed heavily. He plopped down onto the steps undignified and with resignation. Liz and Patty flanked him on either side, hands on his shoulder in support. "It belonged to my father." He explained solemnly. Silence fell on the group as they waited for Kid to continue his explanation. He clasped his hands in front of his face in a gesture of resigned helplessness. "They must have broken into the vault to take it." He said quietly.
"We are indeed receiving word that the vault was broken into." Yumi corroborated. "Although so far it doesn't seem that anything else was taken." She continued.
"I don't get it." Black Star said. "Isn't the vault full of incredibly cool and dangerous stuff? Why take just one crummy old medallion?" He asked. Kid sighed again. His eyes screwed tightly shut as the weight of what had just happened fully settled on him.
"Because that medallion is possibly the most powerful and most dangerous of all the relics in the vault." He clarified. A wave of unease swept through the group at that admission. For something so powerful to have been taken from right under their noses was a disconcerting thought.
"Kid, what do you mean?" Liz asked from beside him. Kid glanced at her gently and nodded. Standing up he looked at those gathered around him. They were his closest friends and confidants. And he would need their help to prevent disaster.
"Centuries ago," Kid began. "My father and the 7 other great old ones made a choice. You see the madness that their souls could create was so great that it could tear the world apart if they were ever gathered together in one place. So, in order to avoid catastrophe, and to live more peacefully among the mortals of the world, they sealed most of their powers of madness away in 8 medallions." Kid explained. "That medallion they stole, was the one belonging to my father. And with it, they could potentially do exactly as he said. Reshape the world into their image." He finished.
"We have to stop them then." Maka said adamantly. "There's no telling what they might turn the world into." Kid and the others nodded in agreement.
"You implied that there were seven other medallions." Stein clarified. "Presumably, they will need all 8 in order to accomplish their goal. So, where are they?" He asked.
Kid shook his head. "I don't know. I'll have to go through my Father's journals and records to see if he left any clue of their whereabouts." He said. "But right now, we have other matters to focus on. Let's get to work cleaning up this mess." Kid said.
So there you are. The beginning of a new adventure. Who is the mysterious group named Pantheon? What exactly are their goals? Where are the other medallions? Read on to find out.
