A rewrite of a fanfic I wrote sometime in high school. It had some interesting concepts but was a bit embarrassing, So I am reimaging it! Basically, this fic will try and make some continuity in this series and fill in the gaps from Rayman 1 to Rayman 2. But this time I will be mashing some elements from Origins and Legends.
Betilla was great with magic. One of the best. After all, not every fairy got the title of Nymph, the highest rank of the bubble dreamer's council that a fairy could obtain, she was lucky that all of her sisters also managed to get the title as well.
She had many responsibilities, working with King Carnivora to keep the forest ecosystem in check, making sure major fights didn't break out between the fairies and the limbless, ensuring the elections were safe, that no one misused the lums and more.
Most important: was to protect the Great Protoon, the Electoons that gravitate around it, and the Maker, It's unclear how the Protoon, the dreamer, the planet, and elections are connected but if the Protoon fell into the wrong hands or if something bad would happen to the Dreamer… Everything would go wrong; the loss would cause disasters such as floods and droughts the land would shift and change to become impassable to anyone, Magic creatures that rely on it to survive would either be severely weakened or go mad and their world would become uninhabbitble and unrecognizable.
However, it would be fine! No one would ever steal the Protoon! It was constantly guarded by the most powerful people in all the lands, including herself! No one could hurt the bubble dreamer either, he was no pushover himself and the Electoons were sacred: they helped life flourish all across the land. The council was even vigilant in taking turns so no one was too tired to protect the world. She, her sisters, and the other members of the council will never let that happen!
But she often had this one thought…
This one thought caused her to lose countless hours of rest, relaxation, and sleep.
It plagued her mind every day.
When she confided in others they just brushed it off saying it was ridiculous. That what she worried about would never happen. She didn't need to worry about it at all.
But this thought would never leave her alone, causing her to just stare at the ceiling from her bed.
"What on earth would we do if we fail? What would happen if we… if I'm not strong enough?"
"What if the Great Protoon is stolen? What would we do then?"
"If we fail even once it will all be over…."
Finally, Betilla decided, in order to put her worrying mind at ease she needed to do something the counsel never did or considered to do.
She needed to create a backup plan.
On her next day off, typically she would just read a book, experiment with her magic, and try to wind down. She went to her lab to figure out what to do.
She began writing things down, things that this plan needed to accomplish, and what to avoid.
She made a list:
What this plan needs to do:
This plan needs to not rely on the power of the Protoon or the maker.
The whole point of this backup plan is for when they're compromised. I don't need to write why it's a bad idea!
It needs to be able to somehow be able to deal with whoever could steel the Protoon or hurt the Maker
If someone actually managed to doom the world, they must be really powerful and dangerous, they may either have terrifying magic, an entire army, or more. This plan needs to somehow take them out
It needs to be difficult to sabotage
A lot of Guardian entities so far that have been created to protect like can easily be corrupted and deceived due to their one-track nature. It already needs to be powerful but it would ultimately be more problematic if the enemy could easily disarm or weaponize it against us.
It needs to somehow restore the Maker and balance to the World
This is easier said than done… I don't even know where to even start with this!
After jotting down these notes, Betilla began to realize why no one bothered to try and create a backup plan… It was pretty much impossible. Not without crossing some serious lines….
The only way for this plan to work was to create some kinda new guardian, that had his own free will, a separate new kind of Magic source that was both adaptable and strong so nothing could stop it.
This could easily end up a horrible disaster… A creature with that much power could be even more dangerous than any would-be threat. There would be nothing to control it, anything it wanted to do it could without anyone that could stop it.
Betilla kept thinking of other ways, from weapons and potions to even cursed artifacts but the one that had the least cons and had the best chance to succeed was the super-strong and intelligent Guardian by basically creating a new kind of creature.
The last thing she wanted to do was play Maker and create something that was basically a demi-god at least. She wanted to protect her world not destroy it.
At least she now had a backup plan, she just needed to find out theoretically what kind of materials to use and potential power sources. She fully intended to keep this on the shelf unless things got absolutely catastrophic.
Well, things became absolutely catastrophic.
The four kings of the council have all somehow been transformed into giant monsters, only able to see any other creatures as food.
Strange new green-skinned beings not of this world known as Livingstones began invading the forest, hunting the wildlife, and building new strange structures out of rock and wood.
A strange giant structure was occasionally seen in the sky floating around like a strange ominous cloud.
Terrible storms were starting to become the norm for the weather.
Strange unexplained occurrences such as things and people appearing from nowhere in a flash started happening more and more.
A lot of the peaceful communities started to become hostile and suspicious of their neighbors.
Worst of all; someone murdered one of her sisters. Family dinners are so weird now that they only have to set up six places.
All of this happened while the Great Protoon and the maker were safe and perfectly functional. But if either of them were compromised, things would go from bad to worse.
However, the council was unable to find solutions to all of these problems. In the ever-growing stress of the numerous problems, everyone was in a rush to fix as many tragedies as possible without talking to the others. This all had a lot of toes being stepped on, metaphorically speaking.
She looked over her destroyed garden, once filled with magical plants and beautiful flowers; nearly plucked clean due to the other council members 'borrowing' the special vegetation, for their problems in their respective areas. At least she had the courtesy of either asking or leaving a note if she was absolutely sure it wasn't vital to their work.
This whole thing has stretched most of the council's trust in each other to its limits. It didn't help that a lot of them (including herself) had this overwhelming feeling of being… Watched.
(Betilla swears that once she saw a strange cloaked dark figure with piercing yellow eyes in the corner of her eye, the encounter sent shivers down her spine whenever she thought about it.)
The rain started pouring down suddenly for the third time that day. Completely drenching her clothes, she really needed to get new clothes if this kept up, her skimpy outfit was great for the humid and hot weather of the forest, but not so much for spontaneous downpours.
If there was only something she could do…
Then she remembered….
Her backup plan.
She went back inside quickly, hastily drying off as best as she could before she went to her laboratory upstairs. She turned on the lights, taking her books, beakers, telescope, notes, and tools out of the shadows. But the fey paid them no mind, for now, instead, she looked up to one particular part of the ceiling.
It didn't look terribly out of place but there was something there that not even her sisters knew about…
That she had an attic.
Not that the she had an attic was that big of a terrible secret, it was more what was in the attic.
She flew up, grabbing a lantern along the way. Gently she pushed the secret panel away revealing the entrance into the pitch black room above.
She was stalling herself… just trying to think of any reason not to do something so stupid. But there was none that couldn't be justified.
Moving though the darkness, passing by boxes and things covered in tarps, she just directly went to her goal; a simple trunk with a lock.
She reached in her hat and pulled out the key hidden in it.
She put the silver key in the lock and turned it.
"Here we go Betilla…"
She opened the lid.
Inside were stacks of paper, some were tide together neatly, others were in a binder or just loose. On the pages were calculations, lists of potential materials, spell glyphs, and theories.
"Time to do something Drastic. We need a guardian to… No… not a guardian,
We need a Hero to help protect and save the world."