yeah guys, i can write too…kinda. this is my first story, idk if its good i wrote it in like 2 hrs and its 1 am so my proofreading skills may not have been the greatest. its cringe but i hope you enjoy.
This is a pretty rough re-telling of the original Arcane Adventures series. You may recognize many of the plot points, characters, and places. Eventually, though, those things will change and take a different path then the original story.
Chapter 1: The War Phoenix
The world around me is spinning as I lay in the sand. As I sink further down, I take a moment to recognize the things around me. The subtle crashing of the waves, the cool breeze gently blowing the sand over the rest of my body, and the big, bright moon shining through the trees, giving color and depth to the cabin that was roughly thirty feet from where I lay.
All I know are these things, as I begin to lift myself from the sand, allowing it to drain from the various layers of clothing I had on. I pulled my feet from the ground and took my boots off, and, remembering how uncomfortable they felt, tossed them toward the ocean, which swallowed them whole.
I began to hobble towards the cabin ahead, squinting periodically to see whether someone was inside. The shore had many seashells spread about which I attempted–without success–to dodge, and at that moment I realized I probably should have kept my boots on. Nevertheless, I continued toward this odd transition of land, from shiny pellets of white sand into the soft dirt and grass. As I inched my way to this cabin, I heard the sound of the waves wane in and out, until it disappeared entirely, covered by the noise of cicadas and other bugs in the trees which surrounded me.
When I stepped up the stairs onto the porch, I noticed for the first time that this cabin was old, or at the very least unkempt. The chimney, from what it looked like, seemed as though it were not working correctly, as the smoke coming from it was in intermittent bursts instead of consistent. And the wooden slabs that made up the porch creaked violently as I walked on them.
In the window was the silhouette of a cat, much bigger than what an actual cat looked like, for it covered practically the entire window. It must have been standing directly in front of some sort of light shining toward it, and I deduced it was probably the fireplace.
I knocked on the door cautiously, as if I actually worried the cabin might legitimately fall if I wasn’t careful.
I heard the sound of a man walking very slowly toward the door, and I took a step back in fear of what he may do when it opened. After waiting about forty-five seconds, I knocked for a second time.
The response was instant. In fact, he may have shouted “Who is it?” before I even finished knocking, and it was at this point I realized I had no idea what my name was, so I could not answer the man’s question.
Still, I could feel him getting impatient, so I said, “Hey, I’m…kind of lost. Do you think I could come in for a bit. I don’t know when I’ve eaten–or drank–last… and I could really use your help.”
There was a long silence before he unlocked the door and opened it. The man looked very tired. His hair was brown, scruffed, and went halfway down his neck, with light stubble in the form of a goatee on his face. He was wearing a white, stained tank top and ripped jeans, and was limping, as if something were hurting him, and I honestly felt bad for even knocking on the door at that point.
“Well… come in, then,” he said impatiently.
I went in, first dusting myself off from all the sand that had been covering me. He limped his way to the towel that was spread on his floor and sat down, resting his head against the brick exterior of the fireplace.
The cat went from sitting up straight to laying down directly in front of the fire. It was a black cat with bright green eyes, one ear slightly bent. In comparison to the man, it was still pretty young.
“Ay, uh, would you mind putting some wood in the fire over here?” he asked.
“Uhm…yeah, sure.”
“There’s some fruit I picked in that basket over there that you can have. I’m not sure how good it is though. I’ve been asleep for a while.”
I made my way over to the basket of fruit and picked out an apple. He must have been out for days based on how much of the fruit had rotted.
“Thanks.”
“So do you need a place to stay…or?”
“Oh, no, I think I’ll be fine, I just needed something to eat first.”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“I uh, I’m not really certain. I woke up at the shore without a clue on who I am or whatever this place is.”
“I see. Well, this is Newground Island. There’s not much here…just me, some fruit, and some crazy wizards every once in a while.”
“Wizards?” I asked.
“Yeah. Wizards.”
He held out his hand, and fire emerged from his palm. He then gently pushed the flame toward the wood I had put into the fireplace, keeping it lit.
“Not everyone has the capability to use magic. Some people are born knowing, and for others…it takes time. But not everyone can use it. I sense something strong from you, though, which was why I was hesitant to open the door at first. However, I can tell you are good-willed, so I’m going to help you out.”
“What do you mean?”
“It seems as though you have great potential. You hold a phenomenal power that is locked away, temporarily, and I think I can help you with it.”
“Alright…how so?”
“Magic can come to be in a number of ways. The quickest way, in my opinion, is to put yourself in a dangerous situation. Since you don’t even know how to cast a magic circle yet, go find one of those evil wizards I talked about and try to kill him. Don’t feel bad about it either, their minds have long been replaced by the influence of the Dark Wizard.”
“Dark Wizard?”
“Yes, Durza. More on him later. For now, go do what I told you, and return when you’re able to cast a spell.”
“How do you know I won’t die?”
“Eh. Just go.”
I decided not to bother arguing about it, as he didn’t particularly seem like he cared either way. When I finished my apple, I exited, and started looking around for a wizard.
It did not take long. After about twenty minutes of searching in the forest behind the man’s cabin, I found one. Except…he kind of found me first.
His eyes were red, and something about the way he looked made my stomach upset. It was off putting and felt…wrong.
Before I could make out the rest of his details, his fist slammed into my stomach. As I searched for my breath, he quickly backed up and drew a magic circle, aiming it directly at me.
“Wait, I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
But he didn’t even register what I’d said, and a bolt of electricity came flying at me.
I was on the ground again. Just like I had been when I’d first woken up. The world around me spinning, the dirt below swallowing me whole. It spun faster and faster, and I was fading more and more as blasts of energy kept pummeling me into the ground.
With one final attempt to survive, I cleared my mind. I acted as if the pain in my stomach didn’t even exist, and drew the energy from within to the palm of my hand as I stretched my arm outward.
A bright, gray circle appeared, and before I could open my eyes, the wizard had been blasted into the air.
Moments later, he landed…very much dead.
I took a moment to collect myself, and debated dragging the wizard back to the man’s cabin to show him what I’d gone through. I decided against it though, as I was really exhausted and figured the many bruises would be enough proof.
The moment I walked through the door, I fell to the ground, unconscious.
When I woke up, the man was directly above me. One of my arms had a cast wrapped around it, but the other was for the most part okay. Slightly bruised, but other than that it was fine.
“Like I said,” he started, “You have great potential.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your arm. It’s practically shattered from the energy you shot from it. That likely won’t occur again, now that you know how to cast a circle, but you also won’t be able to make such a destructive scene for a while.”
“Huh?”
He led me outside to where I had fought the wizard, where four or five trees had been ripped from the ground. The dirt where I’d gotten pummeled was now the size of a small crater, and the wizard was…well…messy.
“I’m sorry”
“Don’t be,” he said, “I said I’d help you…and now I have.”
He looked at me for a moment.
“Come inside, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
I followed him inside, and he sat down again by the fireplace, resting his head against the bricks. I sat across from him, holding my left arm gently.
“I used to be a widely known wizard. Theos, the War Phoenix…that’s what they’d call me. One day, I felt this massive influx of power from far away, looking for a fight. That was Durza. I waited at the entrance until he appeared, and we fought for a long time. I was able to turn him the other way, but I knew he’d be back. After I’d defeated his army of undead warriors, he sent a massive blast of power toward me, which caused the continent we lived on to drift into much smaller islands, also killing the majority of the human race.”
“So that’s why you’re here?”
“Yes, that is why I am here…”
“What about the cat?” I asked.
“Oh, the cat,” he said, laughing. “I named him Prometheus, after the Titan God of Fire. There aren’t many cats around, you know. He sneaks into my cabin sometimes, but he isn’t mine. I don’t really mind though, so I feed him from time to time.”
“Is Durza still out there?”
“Yeah, he is. And he’ll only grow more in power the longer we wait to defeat him.”
“We?”
“Like I said, you have something fantastic hidden inside you…more potential than even me. I can’t defeat Durza by myself…I no longer have the capability to do so. I’ve drawn out my own potential, and I’m getting old.”
…
“Will you help me defeat Durza and bring peace to the Seven Seas?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Alright, let’s heal your arm and meet back up at the Borealis shipwreck in a little while. Take that rowboat to Doom Island, help the people there, and they will tell you where to go from there.”
He cast a circle on my arm, and within a short period of time, it was fixed, along with the rest of my body.
We set up the boat, and I was about to start off to Doom Island. The cat wasn’t leaving the rowboat when Theos said his name, so he decided to let me keep him. I didn’t necessarily feel like taking care of the cat, but I assumed I didn’t have much of a choice.
“Oh…one more thing.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Take this. It’s a dagger imbued with magic. It’ll serve you well on your journey.”
“Thanks, Theos.”
“Best of luck. I’ll see you soon.”
And so, I started toward Doom Island. I thought about all the things that had happened. When I woke up in the sand that morning, I hadn’t a clue about anything. Now that I had a better sense of the world around me, I felt as though I were in a good spot. I didn’t know if what I was doing was best, but it certainly felt right.
Newground Island was far behind me, with nothing else in sight but the ocean. In the distance…I saw a dark gray cloud, sparking with bright purple bolts of electricity. Prometheus was standing at the very end of the rowboat, ears perked, staring deeply into it.
“YOU.”
“Who is that?!” I yelled. I stopped my rowboat as the ocean below me began to bubble, shaking the boat around and swallowing my paddles. The cat was twitching intensely…I could tell this situation was not good. I looked further into the cloud. My stomach felt sick again.
“I AM DURZA.”
the end
unless you want more but you prob dont and also im lazy ;//
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