Outsider Chronicles: Strike Sorcerer

Getting reborn into a world of magic can be cool, so long as you actually have power. Normally, I wouldn't have any power, but the discovery of a helmet containing the spirit of an ancient and powerful sorcerer changed that. I wonder what the addition of the Sorcerer Supreme of this Earth will do to the war with the Nuroi?

Soooo, yeah, I really shouldnt be starting anything new, but honestly, I can't resist. Ever since I slammed face first into a brick wall with my other SW story, I've been meaning to try something else. This idea came to me while I was half asleep, so it might be a bit odd, but the alternative was to have him as a Kryptonian or a Green Lantern. The Sorcerer Supreme works better. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 1

I bloody hate my life sometimes! The reason I say that is fairly simple, I was dead. Yep, I died getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. I won't go into too much detail, but lets just say that I was walking home from the Theater one night after having maybe a tad to much to drink and ended up getting run down by some moron who had had way too much to drink. Lets just say it hurt and leave it at that. However, the reason I'm currently cursing out the fact that I hate my life wasn't because I was dead, no, it was because I had been reborn. Why is that a bad thing? Well, its not so much because I have been reborn, but rather where I had been reborn. No it's not somewhere in the middle east or something, but rather a whole other world. How do I know its another world? Well just bare with me and I'll tell you.

See, while it appeared for all intents and purposes, I had been reborn in my old hometown in rural Derbyshire, there was a few things that set my warning buzzers off. First of, I had yet to hear anyone call Britain Britain, instead referring it to as Britannia. A few other countries had also received the same treatment, such as referring to Spain as Hispania and a few others. However, the actual thing that had made me realize exactly where in the Multiverse I was was the fact that none of the women I had seen were wearing pants. Or skirts. Plus talk of Nuroi and Witches and I quickly figured out that I was somehow now living in an Anime. Aww well, I guess it could be worse.

Growing up was as normal as could be, for a reincarnated Soul in a world that used to be an Anime at least. I attended school, payed attention to the news and was even able to put my past skills as a writer to use. My family wasn't exactly poor, but we weren't wealthy either, so I decided to see if I could help out, despite my young age of seven. That desire had resulted in me writing a series of books based on the history of my old world, netting me a rather impressive paycheck. I think my parents only went through with my idea to humor me, but they certainly weren't about to complain if it took some of the burden of our struggling finances.

This world is...odd. Perhaps its because of all the times we've nearly been wiped out by the Nuroi throughout history or maybe its just one of those things, but in this world, it didn't matter how old you were, so long as you could do the job. Hense why I was able to get into engineering school when I was just 14 and pass in one year, mostly thanks to the fact I'd already passed the exact same course in my last life. See, while I had technically been an author, I never did well enough to live off it, so I also had a day job as an engineer. Of course, despite that, I was still just a kid, so I didn't get dragged headfirst into anything too dangerous. No, that came later.

Specifically, it came a year later while my Parents and I were in London. See, my Dad was a historian, not necessarily the most vital profession when the fate of our species was on the line, but there was still a lot we could learn about fighting the Nuroi from the past. We were visiting an old friend of my Fathers at the British Museum about a particularly interesting artifact that had been unearthed. Exactly how and where they had managed to do an archeological dig of any size was beyond me, but hey.

"This is cool," I said, examining the many artifacts we walked past on the way to the new exhibit.

"That it is," said my Dad, "Its a shame that so few people are interested in history these days."

"Indeed," said an elderly man as he came up to us, "Welcome Dr Strange, its good to see you again."

"Dr Nelson, hello," said Dad, shaking the old mans hand, "Its been far too long old man."

Said old man smiled as he greeted my Mother.

"Hello to you as well Christina," he said, "And you as well Kent. You've certainly grown."

"Hello sir," I said.

"So, wheres this artifact?" asked Dad.

"Right this way," said Dr Nelson, leading the way through the museum, providing some interesting tidbits about the artifacts we past as we went.

Eventually, we reached a room with an exhibit that looked fairly new. It was designed like a temple of some description, with a few glass cases containing old looking relics dotted around. However, the centerpiece was a golden helmet in the center of the room that looked like it had been made yesterday as it gleamed under the lights.

"Oh, now that is impressive," said Dad, leaning in to take a closer look, "Where did you find it?"

"We found them in a vault hidden under the Museum," said Dr Nelson, "A workman was doing some maintenance on the wiring and fell in when the floor collapsed. We found those down there as well."

He indicated to a broken stone mural that had been pieced back together in a glass case by the back wall. Curious, I headed over for a closer look. The mural was similar to a number of others in the museum, depicting Witches fighting Nuroi in various forms. However, this one seemed a little different. For one thing, the focus was on a figure wearing the helmet, along with a long cloak and an eye shaped amulet around its neck. He was in the center of the carving, his arms stretched out as what appeared to be beams of light shone out around him, forcing back whatever he was fighting.

"They come."

I flinched as a quiet voice seemed to come from nowhere.

"What? Who said that?" I asked.

"Who said what?" asked Mum.

"Someone just said that something was coming," I said.

Mum gave me an odd look.

"No one said anything," she said, "Are you feeling OK?"

I frowned and opened my mouth to respond, but before I could a loud alarm echoed from outside the museum.

"NEUROI ATTACK!" shouted someone from outside.

"What…? How did they..?" gasped Mum, "How did they get past the detection grid?!"

"No idea, but we should get to the shelters!" said Dad, "Come on!"

He grabbed Mum's hand and my shoulder and moved to steer us out of the museum. However, before he could, I felt something scream in my head, forcing me to clap my hands over my ears in an attempt to blot out the sound. It didn't work. Instead, the world seemed to explode into a blaze of red. A few moments later, after realizing I wasn't dead, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. Everything around me was frozen and looked like the colours had been washed out, leaving everything as various shades of gray. I could see the looks of fear on the faces of the people around me, frozen in time, along with the massive beam of energy that had blasted a hole in the ceiling.

"What the hell?" I said, my voice echoing strangely, "What happened?"

"I happened."

I jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around. The source of the voice was the only other patch of colour in this gray world. It was the helmet, which was now floating outside of its case and glowing like a miniature sun.

"I repeat, WHAT THE HELL!?" I spluttered.

"My name is Shaher," said the voice, issuing from the glowing helmet, "Am am a Lord of Order who dwells in this helmet. Once I served as the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, but I have long abdicated that title in favor of serving as an adviser."

My jaw dropped open. Well, that was unexpected. I knew that Helmet looked familiar and now I knew why. It was an exact copy of the Helmet of Fate that held Nabu. Wait…

"Let me guess, you want me to put you on?" I asked.

"I do," said Shaher, "I have been sealed away for far too long. This world is in dire need of a new Sorcerer Supreme to protect it. The seals that protect it from outside invasions are beginning to weaken, allowing those monsters clawing at the walls to get in."

"Wait, do you mean the Nuroi?" I asked.

The helmet bobbed slightly.

"Indeed."

I swallowed. Talk about a rock and a hard place. It was abundantly clear that I was only alive right now thanks to Shaher stopping time. If I put on the helmet, I could save myself and everyone in the museum from a painful death and gain the power to fight the Neuroi in the process. However, in the process, I'd be thrown head first into a role I wasn't sure I wanted at best or, if Shaher was anything like the Nabu I remembered, I could lose my body and become nothing more than a meatsuit for her to use.

"Fear not young Outsider," said the Lord of Order, "I am not like my counterpart. I will not possess your body, rather, I will serve as your teacher and adviser so long as you bare my mantle."

I swallowed again. Well, that was one issue out of the way, now there was just the problem of having to fight extra-dimensional monsters for the rest of my life...aw, who am I kidding, that actually sounded like fun!

"You swear you won't possess me?" I asked as I stepped up to the helmet.

"Upon my name as a Lord of Order," said Shaher.

I nodded and grabbed the helmet.

"Well, here goes nothing," I muttered and put it on.

It felt like I'd just plugged myself directly into the mains as a surge of pure power blazed through me, making my entire body light up and lift a few inches of the floor. My eyes and mouth opened wide as I was pulled into a spread egaled position as the magic wrapped around me, transforming my clothing into the same outfit the figure on the mural and was worn by the DC version of the Sorcerer Supreme. The uniform consisted of a long, high collared golden cape around my shoulders, a blue full body suit with a golden breastplate over the top with a large circle containing an eye-shaped amulet, a large golden belt with a circle in the center and golden boots. My hands and forearms were covered in golden, elbow length gloves. Beyond just the power contained within the helmet, I could also feel the magic latch onto my own innate magic I'd inherited from my Mother, who was a Witch, that I'd normally never be able to access and drag it to the fore, further amplifying the already formidable power I could feel flowing through me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the rush stopped and I relaxed, although I didn't land, remaining floating where I was.

"Whoa, what a rush!" I exclaimed, staring down at my gloved hands, "Is it going to be like that every time I put the helmet on?"

"No, your body will get used to the increase in power very quickly," said Shaher, "I must say, you have a lot of magic. Its a shame the Males of this dimension have no way of accessing their power. You would make a formidable Sorcerer."

I smirked.

"Would make?" I asked, "I think that ship has sailed."

"True. Now, let us begin."

I nodded and raised my hands as the world restarted. An instant later, the beam was deflected off a golden Ankh shaped shield, causing it to split and make a mess of the room. However, no one was hurt by the attack, so I think the Museum staff would forgive me.

"Is everyone alright?" I asked, noting that the helmet distorted my voice as I spoke.

"I-I think so," said Mum as everyone stared at me in awe, "But...who are you?"

"You can call me...Fate," I said, "Dr Fate. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Nuroi to destroy."

I flew up through the hole in the roof, leaving the people I'd saved staring after me in shock.

"Dr Fate?" asked Shaher, amusement clear in her tone.

"What? It works," I said, "And I pretty much look like him like this."

"True, I suppose it will do," said Shaher, "Now, focus. I would rather not have you die on me in our first battle."

"Yeah yeah,"I said as I reached the same altitude as the Neuroi was cruising at.

The alien being resembled a WW2 era bomber with red patches over its wings and hull. Red patches that lit up and fired a wave of red lasers at me as it seemed to notice me. I held up a hand and the attack splashed against the golden ankh that appeared as a shield.

"Now then, lets see," I muttered, "I need to locate the Core to destroy it. Do we have anything that can do that?"

"The amulet in your chestpiece will do what you need," said Shaher, "It is the Eye of Horus, a magical artifact that can pierce any lie or illusion."

"Huh, sounds like what the Eye of Agamoto can do," I muttered, "Alright, like this?"

I placed my hands in a seal that Shaher showed me in my mind and the eye shaped part of my armour opened, revealing a bright green light inside. At the same moment, it was like the world opened up around me. I could see everything, from the people running to cover, to the insects that were scurrying around in the shadows. The Nuroi core shone like a crimson star, giving me a perfect target to aim at. I smirked as I lifted my arms and a magic circle appeared in front of me. I moved my fingers as more lines and runes started appearing in the formally empty circle. Once it was done, I drew back my hand and grinned behind my helmet.

"You like lasers so much, then try this!" I said, "BUSTER ORDER!"

I slammed my palm into the circle and a beam of golden energy erupted, not unlike that of a Neuroi, and sliced right through the craft. An instant later, it exploded as the Core was vaporized by the beam.

"Impressive," said Shaher, "Considering you've never used magic before, you controlled it extremely well."

"Thanks," I said, "That was fun. Is a shame I won't be able to do this again…"

"Why not?" asked Sharen.

"Well, the Helmet is the property of the Museum, it can't just disappear or people will start asking questions."

"I wouldn't worry," said Sharen, "When you put me on, I used the burst of power to weave a spell that made everyone who knew about me. You don't need to worry about anyone coming after you to reclaim it."

"Really? That sounds like it'd need a lot of power."

"Oh, it did," said Sharen, "But simple for the Sorcerer Supreme."

She cleared her non-existent throat.

"Kent Strange, I, Sharen, Lord of Order and former Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, hereby grant you the title of Sorcerer Supreme of Earth," said Sharen, "Although, thats only because your the only Sorcerer on Earth at the moment."

My eye twitched.

"So, basically, I've only got the title because theres no one else?"

"Exactly. This world is usually pretty peaceful from an extradimensional perspective, so you probably won't need to do much for a while. At least not until I can train you to be a proper Sorcerer."

"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" I shouted, "I thought you said I did well?!"

"For your first battle, you did," said Shaher, "But for a Sorcerer, that was sloppy. There were a hundred better options that would use far less power, not to mention the fact that you don't know the basics when it comes to magical control, or the more esoteric skills you need to learn before you can even be called a proper Sorcerer, let alone the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Alright fine, you've made your point," I grumbled.

I glanced up as I sensed something coming towards me.

"Well, better late than never I suppose," said Sharen, "Its the Witches."

"Blimey, they're slower than I thought," I said, turning to face the direction the Witches were coming from, "Seriously, if we hadn't been here, things could have got...HOLY…!"

I barely managed to throw up a barrier as high caliber rounds nearly blew me out of the sky.

"OI, I'M ON YOUR SIDE JACKASSES!" I roared as the Witches came to a stop a few meters away.

It took me all of three seconds to recognize them as the three Karlsland Witches from the 501st, Wing Commander Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, Flight Lieutenant Gertrud Barkhorn and Flying Officer Erica Hartmann. Needless to say, Minna was staring at me with a carefully neutral look, Erica looked either tired or bored and Barkhorn was glaring at me while keeping her two massive guns aimed squarely at my head.

"Who are you?" demanded Barkhorn.

"The guy who just did your job," I said, "Now could you point those somewhere else? Or better yet…"

I flicked my fingers and the guns turned into brightly coloured water pistols.

"Hehe, I love these powers," I snickered as the three Witches stared at the transfigured guns in shock.

"How'd you do that?" gasped Erica.

I smirked and waved my hands, making a sparkling rainbow and the word MAGIC! Appear above me.

"Oh, OK!"

"No, not OK!" protested Barkhorn, "I've never even heard of a Witch who can do anything even close to this!"

She shook her water pistols.

"Oi, who are you callin a Witch?!" I protested, "I'll have you know I'm a Sorcerer!"

That earned me a raised eyebrow, a yawn and a scowl. I don't think Erica was paying attention.

"A Sorcerer?" asked Minna.

"You see a Striker here?" I asked, waving my hands at my legs, "Actually, you know what? Screw it. I've done your job, the Nuroi's gone and I'm done."

I snapped my fingers and my cloak folded around me and vanished as Barkhorns guns turned back to normal.

After that, my life mostly went back to normal. Or at least, as normal as it could be when I was taking magic lessons from a talking helmet every evening. Then, a couple of weeks after my debut as Dr Fate, a man in a suit showed up at our front door asking for me.

"Hello Mr Strange," said the man as I sat down across from him, "Or should I call you, Dr Fate?"

I stiffened, my fingers twitching to summon a spell, infinitely glad that the man had asked to talk to me alone.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Oh, calm down Mr Strange," said the man, "My name is Agent Coulson and I simply wish to offer you a job."

He pulled out a file and placed it on the table between us. At the sight of the logo on the front, my eyes widened.

"I'm listening."

And thats where I'm gonna end it. I'm also going to be keeping the mans identity and the identity of the organization that recruited Kent to myself for now. Thats a reveal for another time. Still, you might be able to guess who they are if you consider his family name. And the guy who recruited him.

So, Kent Strange is the new Sorcerer Supreme of Earth with a Lord of Order as a teacher. Note, shes actually based on the God of Guidance from Shakugan no Shana. However, that won't be a part of the world, I just needed a good name for her and that works fine.

Maybe its a bit unbelievable that he could get a degree in engineering at 14, but this is a world where they recruit eleven year old girls into the air force, so there.

And with that I'm done. Please leave a review!