A young boy, around thirteen or fourteen, wandered into town. He had a large mop of dark, slightly curly, almost-shoulder-length hair on his head. He wore a red shirt, blue pants, and held a book in his right hand. And he had no idea where he was.

Originally this boy had come from Earth. No, not the element earth or the ground you walk on. It was a different planet completely. I suppose you could call him an alien, but that kinda ruins the whole fantasy genre. It might have been fine if this boy had come from medieval Europe (Europe is a continent on this far-away planet,) but he wasn't. He was from 21st century North America (another continent). Very North Americain fact, from a legendary place called Canada (that's a very cold country on the far away planet), so he wasn't used to seeing medieval villages. The boy thought he had wandered into some historical park or something. His name was Terrance.

He had gone camping with his parents in some campground somewhere, and wandred off to find the bathroom early one morning. After walking for half an hour, he decided to turn around, but the path had closed behind him. When he turned around again, he found a village. When he turned around again, the forest was gone, it was just prarie. Surely he's a little freaked out by now.

"Where the heck am I?" he asked out loud to himself.

"The wonderfull Village of Kellen, or the outskirts, I guess. You from Talas or something, boy?"

Zorgn sat atop a fence running around some farmer or other's domain. Cattle grazed in the distance, fearing to come close to the winged monster. The beasts were smarter than most so-called 'intelligent' beings, they stayed away and let him do as he pleased. "Speak up, boy. You some outlander? Got seperated from a caravan or something?"

(OOC - Interesting char, I hope it works out.)

The strange figure sitting on the fence startled the young boy, you could swear he jumped a foot in the air with an "Aahh!"

After a moment, Terrance realized the man was wearing a costume, but really he wasn't. Although, come to think of it, this costume wasn't exactly fitting with a medieval village. "Oh. Fwew, you scared me. Na, I'm from Somewheresville." He glanced up and down the figure, then said, "What's with the costume? Halloween's not for months yet."

Ah, what a stupid, stupid child.

Varila watched from afar, leaning against a building. The child's clothes were strange, like nothing she had ever seen before. She wore her sleeveless off-white blouse and dark green skirt, it being a hot summer day. Her hair was done up in a long ponytail that dangled a few inches below her shoulders. Icy blue eyes stared at this child from behind a few strands of loose hair. He was intriguing, like nothing else she had ever seen in Kellen.

I wonder what he's up to, she thought to herself, cocking her head curiously. Never seen anyone like him. A dark aura was visible around the outline of her body if one looked hard enough as she watched and waited, poised as a cat, ready to strike with the glaive slung across her back if need be.

Zorgn slid off the fence and flexed his wings. The kid thought he was a normal person. If he did not belive, Zorgn was prepared to kill him. He'd drink his blood and then feed him to Vorite, where ever the big cat was.

You seem to be mistaken. I am not wearing a costume, outlander.

(OOC - my reply sucks, but you can work with it, right?)

((Gee, hmm...... Aha!))

Being the cowardly child he was, Terrance backed up a few steps. Terrance was also paranoid, and had a very over active imagination for his age. "Okay then," he said said with a nervous chuckle in his voice. "You're really starting to creep me out now..."

Backing up a few more steps Terrance's voice slowly became a kind of whimper. He clutched his journal full of drawings tightly, it being the only thing in the whole of Imythess that brought him comfort. Back on Earth there were many things that brought him comfort: TV, video games, his parents, his house, and even that stuffed monkey that just sat in his closet at home. But none of those things were here. Nope. Nada. Nine. Zippo. Etc, etc, etc.

Seeing the creature rise from his position, Varila fingered the handle of her glaive readily. A dagger was in its sheath, ready for use should she need it. Well, he's definitely very cowardly, Varila thought, watching the boy clutch his small book like a security blanket. She was ready to cut in if need be, but somebody else would have to attack first to lure her out of her very comfortable spot against the wall.

Zorgn was enraged by the boy's cowardice. Cowards did not deserve to live here, yet zorgn would not dirty his hands killing an unworthy fool such as him. "Coward. You act smaller than you are. Get a sword, kill a dragon or two, and when you are less of a weakling and a coward I will seek you out."

Zorgn would fight him when he was no longer a coward. Until then, he was not worthy to die by Zorgn's hand. Zorgn turned from the boy and launched himself into the air. He flew north, not caring where he went, so long as he was away from the boy.

(i insulted you, but avoided killing you. yay me, lol.)

~Holy!~ thought Terrance as the strange figure flew away. ~He can fly!~ In Terrance's world, people didn't fly. They rode in great metal birds called "airplanes", but they didn't actually fly. Because it was so strange to him, he just stared for a moment as he flew away. After the initial shock wore off, he began to realize what happened.

"He was gonna kill me." he muttered monotonously. "He was gonna kill me. He flew. People don't fly. Sword? Kill a dragon? It's like I'm in some medieval fantasy world, where people fly and kill dragons and cast magical spells, and gods walk the earth. I'm nuts!" Terrance was walking in circles by this point. "No, stop it. I'm in Canada, the year is 2005, It's June... something. People fly in airplanes, not with wings. No one uses swords anymore!"

Terrance stopped walking in circles and sat down on the fence. "I'm nuts!" he said, dropping his journal on the ground. "I've gone nuts," he whispered. "Completely nuts..."

Varila stepped forward, looking the boy over. "Hm, you've got a lot to learn if you're going to make it here," she muttered, relaxing her arm as she let go of the glaive. Her icy blue eyes stared down at him in a pretty sort of way as she weighed him in her mind. "First off, if you can't fight or talk yourself out of things, it's rather unwise to confront demons and the like. They'll literally eat you alive." She brushed a stray lock of ebon hair behind her ear and watched. This boy was still shorter than her, so he couldn't have been too old.

"So, I'd say you're about fourteen years of age?" she said. "If so, you should already have learned a little bit of swordplay. Today, children don't have to fight, but those of your age should at least have begun to learn." She shook her head in disappointment and looked up at the sky in her distraction, feeling the breeze blow her hair back in a dark stream.

Even though the woman may have been trying to give Terrance advice, it really didn't work that well. "Demon?! Did you say Demon?!" Where Terrance came from, demons didn't exist. If they did, few people believed in their existance.

"What do you mean demon? Demon's aren't real! And what the hell do you mean, swordplay? Swordplay! You say that like it's the most normal thing in the world." Terrance was really starting to freak out now. "And where the hell is here, anyway?! Where am I? I've never heard of Kellen, or Talas. Tell me exactly where I am. I've feeling really insecure right now, scared even, maybe paranoid, so you might as well include province, country, continent, and planet. I'm sure I'm going overboard, but he FLEW! With WINGS! And you talk of swordplay like it's as normal as, oh, this fence here! I suppose the next thing you'll say is that people use magic like it was the most normal and factual thing ever, and gods and goddesses walk the earth, and knights go on noble quests to slay dragons!" He stopped to breath for a moment, then looked up at the woman. "Where am I? Have I gone nuts?"

"You are in Imythess," Varila replied. "My name is Varila, and this place has been around for a very long time." At his listing of several things he thought to be unbelievable, she laughed musically and shook her head. "You see, you're not in your home anymore; this land may not be as...advanced as yours, but it's my home. I am one of those goddesses who walks the earth." Her outline glowed with an aura of dark lightning, crackling along her fingertips but not harming her at all.

"My brother began to learn swordplay when he was half your age, child," she said. "If you're going to wander the land of Imythess, you had best know how to defend yourself. Otherwise, demons like that one who just flew away will eat you alive." She smirked at his ignorance, wondering where he really had come from. Hardly anyone around here reacted that way to the things she had told him about. Everybody had to defend themselves to some extent. There were certain dangers out there that would bode ill if one was unarmed.

((Heh heh. I wonder if the boy will think Kona is a superhero?))

Border patroll. Konahomaru hated it, of the few things he had any strong feelings about. Passing around a rather large oak tree, he saw somebody flying off. Looking closer, he ntoiced it was zorgn, a wanted criminal for burning down Kellen. "Damn!" he shouted, his aura letting loose ina a burst of light and sparks. "Ill get you next time!" he siad, shaking hsi fist. he sighed, then looked over to see a strange looking boy. One look at his face nad Kona knew exactly what this kids problem was. Then he saw Varilla. ~Oh, just perfect, now to top it all off, the Goddes of Deception is here. The only person in celestia or below that gets on my nerves...~

Kona walked up, and said "Hi Varilla. May i ask who you are young man?" Konahomaru could read the fear and paranoia on his face like an open book. "Why are you so frightened? She is only the Goddes of Deception. The worst she can do is make your life your worst nightmare, for as long as you live" he continued on, smiling.

Terrance was struck dumbfounded. His brain had somehow stopped trying to question everything that was happening. He had a blank expression on his face.

"But, hoo- wha- e- ah- oo- wha-" he stumbled out, trying to say something, but couldn't. He just sat on the fence, staring at the ground. "My name is Terrance," he monotonously said after a while. "Why do I believe you? I shouldn't believe you, because this shouldn't be happening, but it is."

"I could never use a sword. They're big, sharp hunks of metal, heavy too, or so I should think."

He paused for a moment, then picked up his journal, wiped some of the dust off, then opened it up to a specific page. It depicted a stick figure hurling fireballs, brewing lightning storms, and summoning all sorts of creatures. The creatures were drawn very well, and where made to look even better than the stick figure.

"I can't draw people. Dragons I can draw wonderful, but people?" He sighed. "The night I drew this, I thought to myself, 'If I ever get stuck in some fantasy world, that's what I' love to be.' A magician, a wizard, or whatever other terms you use. I've always loved the thought of magic, even something very simple, whatever that might be." Terrance looked up at Varila. "What must I do?"

((That last line just screams LOTR. Sorry I've kind of ignored you, Username. Right now, Terrance can only handle so much at a time.))

((Thats ok terrance. Kona can sense your characters feelings, and so perfectly understand whats going on.))

"I dont suppose the one brewing lightning storms would be me?" he asked, trying to at least add some cheer to the one-sided conversation. "Very well. When you are done reveling in the world you have created, com to me and i shall teach you how to hold a weapon." Konahomaru turned, and walked over to the tree. He sat down, and closed his eyes gently. It was going to rain soon, he could feel it. He hoped there would be lightning, so he could have fun with it.

((I don't believe we've ever met. Also, not everyone has the grounds to come up and say hi so casually unless they're a friend of Varila's))

Varila looked at Terrance and laughed. "You see, the path that you must follow will not leap out at you. You must find it for yourself, find what you were meant to do here. If you wish to learn magic, there is an academy not incredibly far from here. I never learned my magic formally, so I wouldn't be the best teacher." She glared daggers at Konahomaru for a split second and then returned her attention to the boy. "Just make sure you don't hurt yourself."

She couldn't help but shake her head in dismay at some of the people who were cropping up. It wasn't the lack of deference that she minded so much as the fact that he disregarded her credibility without ever having met her. Perhaps he had heard from Celeste, the little fairy, but there were very few others whom she had treated that terribly. Mostly, she had spats with a few people and left them, but she had very few true enemies in Imythess.

Swordplay. Magic. Magic. Swordplay. It wasn't really that hard of a decision. Terrance nodded his head and got up off of the fence.

"Sorry, Mr, um, swordsman, but no, thank-you," he said to the swordsman. Terrance looked up at Varila and smiled, chuckled too. "I'm still have expecting to wake up at any moment from a dream. Well, I'm off then." He started walking away, then realized he didn't know where he was going.

"Um, eh-heh, uh... where exactly is this academy, exactly, more or less?" Terrance knew nothing of this land, so it would make sense that he didn't know where he was.

"It's that way," she said, pointing in the direction of the academy of magic. "You'll find it eventually if you travel long enough. Hopefully, you can fend for yourself for a while..." After a quick farewell, she walked off to attend to her own business. Her eyes were half closed as she contemplated the matters of her own life. Everything seemed to be falling to pieces now. What was that boy doing here and how had he gotten there?

Drawing her dagger, she resumed her place against the building and sharpened it on a rock. It was a lazy day and she didn't yet feel like returning to her temple. Here, it was quiet, and she didn't have to worry about whispers from the past.

((sorry if it offends you, but i dont think you read my history. Every celetial, unless your a new goddes, knows who Konahomaru is.MAybe not as a freind, or even an aqcuantence, but somehow knows of him.))


Kona got wide eyed and fell over himself when Varilla gave him that look. ~Dam! I shouldve minded my manners!~ he thought, his aura getting a little brighter. HE stood up, and turned to Terrance. "Boy! What is your name? I wish to help you get to your destination, seeing as how you are to cowardly to confront any evil that may pass your way. What say you?"

"My name is Terrance," said Terrance, even though he had already told him his name. "And thanks, I suppose. And I'm not cowardly!" he said in a little bit of a huff. "It's just that... no one's ever tried to kill me before." Terrance thought for a moment about certain times in his live and realised that he probably was cowardly, but he didn't say that out loud.

So, casting nearly everything his parents told him about strangers, Terrance went with... wait, what's his name?

"Um, who are you?" he asked, emphasising the 'you,' but not in a rude or mean kind of way.

Kona knew the boy was lying, but wouldnt violate his confidence in that at this time. "I am Konahomaru, Son of Light. I use Light and Lightning to accomplish my goals." he said, smiling. For some reason Kona felt the need to reassure this boy in every way possible, as if he would need it at some important time later on. Kona had never taken an apprentice, and this boy clearly wanted to go to the academy, but maybe he could teach Terrance a few things along the way.

"Do you have any further questions? Or would you like to start on our way?" he asked.

Terrance had a lot of questions. He had accepted the fact that he's in Imythess, although it still seems unreal.

"Ya, actually, I have a lot of questions. First off, how are we getting there? I don't see any cars around here..." Cars, of course, are like wagons, but instead of a horse or two to make it move, it has a mechanical device in it which turns the wheel. This mechanical device runs on something called gassoline, which as of lately has gone way up in price.

Konahomaru was surprised by this boys comment, actually to the point of actually showing expression on his face. It almost hurt, the last time he had done so was 13 years ago. Giving Terrance a confused look, his blank eyes narrowing and his white eybrows raising, Kona said "Have you no intelligence boy? We are going to walk of course! Now, if you were more fit we would run, and get there probably a day or two fsater, but i can see you are not in shape." said Kona as he looked meaningly at Terrances arms and legs.

"Nevertheless, you are going to need this. I will let you borrow it for some time. IT is forged to be a very light sword, so i dont think you will have trouble raising it." Kona drew his Katana from its sheath, and examined it quickly, then offered it to Terrance. "I am not letting you keep it. I need it just in case this breaks" then he drew his Lightning Blade, and struck a nearby grounhog with lightning. "The farmers will be thanking me. Trust me." he put it back, and then waited for Terrance to say something.

Terrance was finding things in this world different than what he was used to by the second. No cars, walking for days to get somewhere, and zapping things with lightning bolts using a sword. Lots of new things.

"Hey!" he said kind of angrily at the comment about his out-of-shape-ness, but then made a motion signifying that Konahomaru was right, and that Terrance didn't mind. "Days, did you say? We'd better get moving then, shouldn't we." He accepted the sword from Konahomaru, and it wasn't very heavy, maybe like a large stick. Of course, sticks aren't as sharp. They started walking out of the village.

"I should really make a list of everything," Terrance said, whipping out his journal which had a pencil, a mechanical pencil, and a couple of black pens in a pocket on the inside front cover, searching for somewhere to put the sword. After a couple of seconds he decided just to hold it and the journal in his left hand, while writing with a pencil in his right. In a kind of oldish writing style that he had seen in a book, he wrote:

Liste of Ye Totally Bizzare Thinges Whereever I Ame

Ye Thinge The Firste: No Cars
Ye Thinge The Seconde: Walk EVERYWHERE, for dayes even.
Ye Thinge The Thirde: Ye Zappage of Ye Groundhogs withe Ye lightning bolte is poifectly fine.

AS they were walking, Kona glanced at what Terrance was writing. It piqued his curiosity. "Why do you spell those words so awkwardly? With the e's after them? Were you a scribe of some sort where you come from?" he asked, wondring why this boy would write words so funny. Kona had seen it before, but very few actually wrote that way.

"Hm?" muttered Terrance, somewhat surprised that Konahomaru took notice of his writings and such such. "Oh, I don't know. I just felt like it, I suppose." Scribe? Was that actually a job? There were secritaries...

"And no, I wasn't a scribe. I'm only 14; I can't get an actual job. At least not 'till I'm 15. Of course, even then it's probably working at McDonald's or something like that." As Terranced said that, he realized that Kona probably had no idea what a McDonald's was, but didn't say anything. "A lot of jobs require you to go to college, most require that you've finished highshool."

"Ah! A higher learning. No doubt the reason why you want to go to the Academy of Arms. I had followed a similar course, only i acheived my education in Celestia. Also known as heaven, if you will." said Kona as he took a quick look around the path. There were petty theives on this road sometimes. A trained eye could spot them easily.

The only way Kona had known that Terrance meant a higher learning, was that he mentioned High School. Konahomaru knew what a school was, but this college thing? perhaps it is similar to an academy? Hewould find out later most likely.

"Academy of Arms?" Terrance said, slightly alarmmed. "I though we were going to the Academy of Magic." They had been walking for quite a while by now, and it would really suck if thay were walking the wrong way. He would deal with the being trained in heavan part later.

((Ish Crappy Post. I'm just not in it right now, what with finals at school and everything))

"Well, if you want to learn magic instead you can. They are not far from each other. However i recomend you learn both. I doubt you will get to train in heaven, but, that doesnt make you weak or anything to that affect. Im just a little more priveleged."

~This kid is very observant. I wonder how many other 'mistakes' of mine he will catch? This boy will certaintly make a formidable warrior one day. HE merely needs to overcome his fear.~

"Fine I'll learn some sword stuff too..." said Terrance. He didn't exactly like to idea of chopping someone up... but that demon thing did try to kill him. "They wouldn't happen to teach archery there, would they?" he asked. "I'm half decent at that..." He was too. He hadn't done much archery, but he was ok.

"Did you say you trained in heaven? Woa. Would that mean you're a god?" Terrance was still getting culture shocks by the second. Here they were, walking down some path, and this guy says he's trained in heaven. ~I really must add this to my list later. And the fact that gods walk the earth.~

"Yes they do teach archery there. I find it to be a very practiced skill. Anyone who is a good archer has high respect from me." ~A god? I wish. I am pretty close however. Next thing i know this kid will ask me to bless him or something.~

"No, i am not a god. Many times i am mistaken for one however. I am a half-celestial, or a demi-god. One of my parents was a god, the other was a powerfull lightning mage. I would rather not talk about them very much, since one was killed and the other was disgraced." The thought made Kona feel empty. There was so much he could have learned from his father, and so much he couldve accomplished with his mother. Now his mother was nowhere to be found, and his father was dead. ~You truly are unique and alone.~ he thought to himself, a tear starting at his eye. He quickly wiped it away before it could be noticed.

"I said I was half decent. I didn't nessicarily say I was 'good' so-called." It was true he was better than most people he knew, but most people he knew didn't do any archery. And anyone who did did it for sport. He knew this one girl who occasionally went into the woods of a magical land called "Alberta" and hunted bears with a bow, but that was about it.

"Gee, I-, I'm sorry," Terrance managed to say, when Kona said the things about his parents, not really knowing what to do or say. Terrance was rarely good with social interactions.

"Do not apologize, you have not faulted in any way." Kona said, as the two continued to walk. ~Sigh... Im the last person in my family. I really need to take off sometime and get a wife...~

((I dunno. Not much left for Kona to talk about or do. Got any ideas?))

((Actually I do. See that new spell I bought?))

There was a long, awkward silence for quite a while afterward. Terrance was getting rather bored, what with just walking and all, and finally broke the silence by saying, more to himself than anyone else, "O this is a long walk. I wish I had my Gameboy..."

((Kona doesn't know what a Gameboy is. Ask. Or completely misinterpret the meaning.))

(Very nice.)


~The words that come out this kids mouth get stranger by the second!~ Konahomaru thought to himself, when Terrance said "Gameboy"

"What is a Gameboy may i ask?" said Kona inquisitively. It was always good to learn something new. In Konas book, knowledge is power. "Is it some sort of Jester, or maybe an entertainer?"

((Thanx))

~Right, no electronics,~ thought Terrance. What a world this was.

"What? No, it's not a person. You'd think so though... It's this, well, it's a little electronic thing and you play games on it. Here, I have a picture of it somewhere..." Terrance leafed through his journal, looking for a picture of a Gameboy. After flipping past some fancy swords, some stick people in a park, and a cute widdle doggy, he finaly found a picture of a Gameboy. A Gamboy Advance SP to be precise. He had drawn it one day when he was bored and there was nothing else to do.

"Ah ha! There it is. You see, what you do is... is... is..." Terrance stuttered. He was stuttering because little wisps of colour were jumping off of the page, creating a Major Illusion of a Gameboy Advance SP, which hovered above the book. "That's never happened before..." Terrance managed to say, staring at the illusion.

Kona was not entirly surprised, however the boy was. Konahomaru was much more curious. "Very interesting." he said, looking closer at the floating picture. "What exactly does it do?"

Then Kona remembered that the boy had not known how to do magic previously. "Hey! How did you do that!You have no control over magic! Unless you developed this skill from bieng here. This tells me that eventually, you will become more and more of a visual person. Yes. Thats it! This is the Major Illusion spell! I cannot master it. Well done! Now you were saying this is electronic? I like electricity!" Kona smiled. Electricity was his favorite thing. That and rain. Those are the only two things that pleased.

"It... um, plays games..." Terrance said. ~How did I do that?~ he asked himself. Kona asked the same question. "I... don't know. I just... opened up the book..." Kona talked some more, but Terrance wasn't really paying attention. He did hear Kona say congratulations, and in reply, Terrance said, "Um... thanks..."

"Um... ya. It's electronic. Don't zap it or anything though, you'll overcharge it and it might explode. But then again, it is an illusion..." Terrance reached out and grabed the Illusionary Gameboy and turned it on. The screen flashed to life with that chime and the word 'Gameboy' appeared on the screen.

Terrance closed the journal, and the Illusion dimaterialized into little sparkles that blew away in the wind. "Hey? What happened?"

((Hm. A Gameboy. So much for a fantasy RP...))

((It seems as though you have a love affair with reality))

((Why dont we start another thread in the academy of arms area, continuing from this point?))