Across the Void and Stars (Worm/Familiar of Zero/Phantom Brave/Multiple) Chapter One – Familiars of the Void

Story Title: Across the Void and Stars

Crossover: Worm/Familiar of Zero/Phantom Brave

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or references in this fanfiction crossovers. This is a work by a fan of the fandoms, to fans of the fandoms.

Summary: A rogue summoning spell create a void familiar unlike any others. A Ghost Summoner with her own league of Phantom army.

Author’s Note: For those with rough memory of Worm verse’s timeline, the story started roughly three weeks before Emma’s traumatic incident with ABB, roughly three months before The Simurgh’s attack on Madison, Wisconsin, which created The Travellers.

As for the Familiar of Zero verse’s timeline, this was months before Zero’s summoning attempt. The story will NOT be crossing into the Familiar of Zero verse, but it will tap on its methodology for Void magic.


1.0 The Murderer in the Void

Her lifeless body in his arms, he pulled the enormous source of power she contained out of her body, into himself, forming the Ultimate Explosion to consume the Elven city before him. “You will all burn! Burn and Die!” One life for the destruction of thousands of the abominations was a price well paid.

He exists in the darkness of the Void. A black so dark that it did not exist in the living world. Yet ever so frequent, eddies and sparkles of lights would form briefly around him. As life out in the multiverse ended, the energies of entropy returned to its final resting place. With its return, the multitude of entropic energies brought with them the knowledge and experience of those they once were, once had been.

“You killed everyone, my families, my friends. You even killed Lillith who had trusted you so. And then had the gall to bind me in her place.” Her tear stricken eyes stared at him, hatred and rage blooming in her luminous blue orbs. “You are a monster and the Void take you!”

He who was the chosen of the Void, meant to be its mortal vessel, its eyes in the realms of the living. He had never truly known the vast magnitude of the abilities he was granted, of the many worlds and multiverses out there. And that he was but one of the many chosen of the Void, scattered across the multiverse.

In more ways than one he was glad that his once closest friend and familiar had killed him, cremated his body and sealed his soul into the darkness beyond. Never to be brought back to life by anyone else.

His mortal self had been tainted with rage, power and in his later living life the mass genocide he had caused had corrupted his soul into a living monster.

“… Sasha, I am not sure it will work. You may be the Lífþrasir now, but the power contained within you is of the Void.” The young mage’s voice said in trepidation, looking at his comrades beside him. “We might be Square class mages. But I am not sure even we could tap into the reserves of Void magic within you. We might kill you for nothing!”

She looked at the mages before her. “I am willing to give my life for this. We must never let him walk the lands again. And Treimus the Necromancer is part of his followers. I have the binding spells he once created. We have to try.”

But now freed from all mortal emotions, he was able to reflect and understand the bigger picture. He could never atone for the lives he had taken, so he had instead adjusted to being trapped forever in the Void, studying the Cosmic Force which had chosen him in life. His past still haunts him with the memories it brought. It had taken centuries, but he had at last accepted the monster he had been and now was not.

He had seen realities whirl into existence, when parts of the Void became too heavy with entropy, forming new worlds and new lives. He had seen beings, Outsiders, striding through the darkness, unknowing of his existence and always in a hurry, for those that dwell in the dark for too long would be consumed.

He had seen the memories, and experienced the lives of numerous souls that died. He had understood so much in his now un-life. Of how to use the powers of the Void in ways that was more than just a weapon of mass destruction.

A whisper, a Voice sounded in the Void. He turned his attention to it. It seemed that one of his mortal descendant, who bears the touch of the Void, was attempting to summon a familiar. It had happened a few times throughout the centuries he was stuck here. Though his mortal scions were now numerous, few were ever chosen by the Void to be new vessels.

The trapped soul frowned as the words of power from the summoning ritual reached him.

“… name is Prince Joseph de Gallia.” The arrogant voice of the youth rang out in the darkness. “I, descendant of the Great Founder Brimir Ru Rumiru Yuru Viri Vee Varutori, commands the Pentagon of the five elemental power. I am the rightful heir of the Void, the rightful ruler of the people of Halkeginia. I am the bane of all Elves! With the life blood of a hundred elves as this sacrifice, you will heed my summoning… and bring forth…my most powerful familiar!!”

Shock tingled through the ancient soul as the magic boiled and formed within the Void, bending to his descendant’s command. He could sense the energies of vile blood ritual tied into the entropic energies of the Void, used to further empower the summoning spell that was forming.

If he had been able to, he would have strangled that misguided descendant of his, for nothing good would come of this. He might just be a soul now, bond to the Void, unable to interfere with the living. But once he was the Chosen of the Void, and he still maintained some command over the powers of entropy.

Brimir Ru Rumiru Yuru Viri Vee Varutori, named the Great Founder by his people with his death, the Murderer of the Elven race, and now a redeemed soul residing in the Void reached forth into the bubbling spell and … Pushed.

The blood magic of the hundred dead elves were enhancing the familiar summoning spell to levels never before seen. With the amount of time he had before the spell concluded, Brimir had no time to unravel it, instead he tried to push the focus of the spell out of alignment.

He never expected the spell to latch onto his soul, as the spell tore out of the grasp of his inexperienced young descendant and used his soul as the binding point.

Neither was he prepared as the rogue Void magic tore through the multiverse, destablising and mutating into something different from the original intention of the summoning spell.

Brimir felt the vast energies of the spell grabbed onto vast chunks of the void energies, forming a complex weave of energies that he had never seen before. As the unstable energies transverse the multiverse pulling Brimir’s spirit along, he began to fear for the soul that would be bind by the spell. For what would happen to the one summoned by the rogue energies would be anyone’s guess.


1.1 Familiar Summoning Part 1

Earth Bet: – August 9th (Sunday) – Summer Camp

Taylor grimaced as the camp nurse helped her into the coach.

“First week of summer camp and we already have our first injury.” The nurse said giving Taylor a friendly grin and a pat on the shoulder. “Give your ankle a rest for the next two days and you should be well enough to join the rest for the trip to the sheep farm and lake rowing next week.”

“It was fun though.” Taylor said remembering the horse back ride, the feeling of freedom as wind ran across her hair. “I should have been more careful getting off the horse.”

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself.” The camp nurse said giving her a wink as she began to pack up a bag of medicines. “Now you rest for a while, I need to rescue some of the boys from sun burns and poison ivy. Apparently, a group of them fell into a patch while the counselors were transporting you back. You can do some reading if you want, or play the game consoles, from what the camp leaders were telling me, we are quite well stocked with the latest game titles.”

“I will do that Nurse Amber, don’t worry about me.” Taylor said giving the nurse a wave as she stepped out, a smile on her face.

Summer camp had not been what she had expected. Taylor had come unwillingly, only because dad had already paid for it and it was apparently quite costly. After mom passed away, it felt like joy had left the house. Dad had pretty much left her alone for the past year and she had sort of drifted through life with Emma being her only constant support. But now… now Taylor was beginning to understand, maybe it was time to heal and move on.

The first week of camp had been filled with places to go, things to do, and people to meet. Her camp mates were all very nice people and after they were divided into groups, Taylor had gotten well with her teammates. Rose was from L.A. and she was only in the summer camp because her parents had a work project in Brockton Bay, Johnny was going to Arcadia High when school open and Nelson was going to Immaculata High.

Moving towards the shelves, Taylor decided she might as well try out the consoles, she had already read most of the literature titles on the shelves and she never did get a chance to use the consoles. The guys in camp tend to swarm it during the evenings.

Switching on a game console, Taylor read through the shelf of game titles and paused at one titled “Phantom Brave”, apparently it was a game about a girl that can summon a ghost army. It was a single player game which was good enough for her, Taylor was not sure if she had the dexterity for playing those fighting games Nelson was so fond of.

Loading the game, Taylor realised that it has been played before by several others in the game, there were numerous game saves. Starting the new game, Taylor began to feel herself enjoying the slow but wistful atmosphere of the story. It took a while before she completed the first chapter of the storyline, but Taylor begin to find herself getting used to and enjoying the game mechanics.

Saving her game as she concluded the first chapter, Taylor looked at the time and realised that it was almost time for the others to return from their activities. Dinner was probably already prepared in the kitchen. Looking at the game console, Taylor realised she might not be able to spend much time on the game once the boys occupy the consoles for the evening.

With some time to spare, she loaded one of the game saves that stated as “Final Episode save”, she was always the type to skip to the ending just to see if the story is worth continuing. It did not take her long to realise that whoever saved the game had levelled the playable characters to high levels. She was able to finish the final battle against the story’s final boss with ease.

As the game credits scrolled past the screen and a small cutscene appeared with two of the game’s main characters in a small cottage, Taylor heard the sound of the front door opening and a horde of noises from the front hall. The others must have returned, she would continue her game tomorrow afternoon.

She got up to switch off the console next to the TV when what seemed to be a swirling green portal of energy appeared in the cutscene, swallowing up the two characters.

“…commands the Pentagon of the five elemental power…” a far sounding but commanding voice called in the distance.

“What?” Taylor said as she looked around the room. There was sound of footsteps and someone stepped into the living room, it was Rose her group mate.

“Taylor! We are going to dinner…” Rose paused at the threshold of the living room, her eyes wide as she stared at something behind Taylor. “Taylor! Behind you!”

Taylor turned around to see that the swirling green portal which had appeared had now covered the entire flat TV screen… and tendrils of energies were extending out of the screen.

“Ah!!!” Taylor cried out in shock as she tried to stumble away on her bad leg. She did not manage more than a few steps before the strange tendrils of energies gripped hold of her neck and arms dragging her backwards.

As she fell into the swirling green portal, that was already extending out of the TV, Taylor saw the frozen terrified face of Rose, a scream of terror sounding in the living room.

She fell into a tunnel of terrifying green energies, swirling and burning all around her…

Her head…



The universe burst into being before her.

Two large whale-like beings flying through the darkness of space and stars…

Taylor thought she saw them breaking into…

The shimmering green fires, the strange energies that had taken her shattered the universe that hovered in front of her vision.

The fires burned all around her and far away Taylor thought she heard an inhuman scream…




The inhuman screech died off and Taylor’s vision splintered again.

She saw a world filled with deserts, with a protruding crystalline structure burning with green fires.

She saw a world filled with large oceans, a similar crystalline structure deep in the sea bed, also burning with green fires.

There was another world, filled with trees that were dying, and in the center of the decay was another crystalline structure burning with emerald flames.

There was one last world where…

The visions disappeared. A tremendous wave of energy carried her, and suddenly she was out of the tunnel, floating in clear blue skies… drifting down…

She saw an island close to a glowing green crystalline structure protruding out of the sea. The island seemed familiar, like the one from the game she was playing previously, the base of operations and home of the main character of the game.

Phantom Isle… The memory appeared in her head. It was Marona’s home… her home that she managed to acquire from Sienna…

She lived there from young with her phantoms and Ash…

Taylor landed softly on the island, the stumble breaking her out of the memories that was crowding in her head. She looked at her hands that was now lean and muscled, a lock of her hair fell across her eyes and she gasped as she saw that while it was still dark, there were light green highlights streaking through her black hair.

Above her, up in the clear blue sky, she could see a rapidly closing green portal. A surge of fear within her brought forth the memories of battle and… Taylor sensed the powers within her now that she remembered how to reach out to them.

The light airy sensation of Chartreuse Gale, the ability to summon Phantoms and bond them to her.

The deep and cold sensation of her Elemental Magics, the spells Marona had focused on after fusing those abilities into her body came to her. The poison of Acid Rain, the heat of a Fire spell, the power to create a magical Force, the spell to create a massive ball of fire, Giga Fire and the electrifying Mega Thunder.

Then there was the beating embodiment of her Healing Skills, the abilities Marona fused into her to heal and disrupt one’s physical body. The drifting power of the Flower Fairies that heal wounds and cure sickness, the rotting power of Moldy Bread that cause one to lose physical grip and become poisoned, the power of Nourishment that heals and may increase the attack powers and speed of those targeted, the power of Revive… that literally brings back the dead…

Taylor froze, feeling the sensation of the many abilities lurking within her grasp, one of which could literally bring back the recently dead if what she felt from the source of power was true. Tears brimmed at the edge of her eyes. If only she had this power before her mom had died…

There was a sound from the cottage, Marona’s cottage, a shimmer of air and a familiar looking teenager literally stepped through the cottage walls, causing Taylor to give a startled gasp, breaking out of her emotional spiral.

“Ash?” Taylor said, the memories of Marona’s ghost/ phantom caretaker came to her mind. She paused as she realised that the young man looked a bit different from Marona’s memories. Not to mention how absurd the current situation was. She was pulled into a green portal, have memories and powers of the game character she was just playing as, was now on an island based after the game and meeting another character in the game? What was happening?

“Ash… yes perhaps I am in a way. Just as you may be part of Marona if my suspicions are true.” The teenager said slowly, a pondering look in his eyes. “You may call me Brimir … and we have a lot to talk about.”


1.2 Familiar Summoning Part 2

He saw the moment the rogue void magic stablised, having found its target. Even with his long years studying void energies, or perhaps because of the centuries of knowledge he possessed of the void, both in life and in death… that allowed him to even get a glimpse of what the rogue magic would do.

It is targeting someone with Great Power, Great Darkness, across the Temporal time streams. But Brimir’s involvement also added in several parameters, there must be Sorrow, Repentance, Death and Peace…

The rogue magic burst through the veils of a far-flung reality and for a brief moment Brimir saw the target of the spell. He could sense the fierce resolve and gained a fragment of memory from the target as the spell read her intent. He saw a young woman with an army of humans with great powers, all directly under her control, fighting off a great evil… an alien that can travel multiple realities. She had sacrificed her humanity in order to save the greater humanity, committed evil to do a greater good, she had Great Power, Great Darkness, Sorrow had been with her loyal companion, and in the end, she took down her great enemy and reached Repentance, willingly facing Death.

Yet Peace must be required, and thus the Void magic having found a target it deemed to be perfect, travelled through the Temporal time streams to find another intersection where the void spell’s target could meet the requirement. They found it in her thirteen-year-old self, had found Peace from her Sorrow, due to a Death. The target had through a proxy mastered Great Power to defeat Great Darkness and allow another proxy to gain Repentance.

The requirements were met, and the magic went to work, condensing the proxies used by the target and then summoning the target with it…

Only for the target to alter the void spell further when an alien burst of energy connected with her. Caught up in the swirl of the spell alteration, Brimir saw the alien memories as the entity tried to impose itself onto the girl. He saw its memories, of two alien entities that first arrived and targeted the girl’s world and many other similar worlds across the multiverse for harvest. He saw that it had too selected the girl for its own empowerment and evolution. And Brimir now understood the actions of the girl in the original timeline. Why a young girl of only eighteen years of age, would sacrifice all to face down a great evil that threatened to destroy humanity throughout the multiverse.

But the small piece of alien entity within the girl was no match for the rogue magic of the void. Though it is powerful in its own right, with parts of itself occupying and consuming four alternate worlds for power, it was soon consumed by the void magic and remade.

The proxies consumed by the void magic provided a structure for the magic to settle in. With the added dimensions and power brought in by the subsume of the alien entity, Brimir felt the void magic integrating him with one of the proxies that was used by the void magic as a structure. He saw the magic targeting one of the worlds the alien entity had dominated, literally creating an island out of pure void energies.

He lost all ties to the spell as his spirit form was fully integrated with the proxy and…. He appeared in what looked like a small cottage, memories of the proxy named Ash, who was apparently a Phantom, a ghost of some sort, bubbling at the back of his mind. His body seemed to be in a state of half-life, half-death, and from Ash’s memories, normal people would not be able to see him, though they could hear him, and he could affect the living world in some ways.

Centuries of imprisonment in the void had allowed him to master his mind and Brimir was able to quickly master the proxy’s memories, not allowing them to overwhelm him. He then took stock of the strange skills and abilities the Phantom Ash seems to possess. While Ash seems to have a great number of weapon type skills and abilities, his magical skills were non-existence though he did have a great number of nature type abilities.

On a haunch, Brimir tried to reach out to the void as he had done in life, to manipulate its powers. What came to him was a weak trickle of void energies, barely enough for him to form a small fire ball or a weak breeze. It appeared that the rogue familiar summoning spell had brought him back into the real world and out of the void with a cost, he had lost much of his connection to the void.

Looking out of the cottage windows, he saw that the target of the familiar summoning spell was on the beach, looking around her in confusion. The poor child probably had no idea what had happened to her. Not to mention the fact that the interruption of the void magic had disrupted her would be destiny. Something would need to be done about the enemy of Humanity, but that was a problem for another day.

Now he had to calm the girl down, and find out what are the alterations the void had done to her, and see if they could find a way off this world.

He walked through the walls of the cottage. He could probably open the door of the cottage if he exerts enough force into it, but why do that when he could just pass through walls?

“Ash!” The girl said, eyes wide in shock as she turned to face Brimir. The green highlights in her hair and her shimmering green eyes brought to mind Ash’s memories of another young girl, one named Marona, who had the ability to grant physical forms to Phantoms.

It became apparent what the void had done to the girl once Brimir reached that conclusion.

“Ash… yes perhaps I am in a way. Just as you may be part of Marona if my suspicions are true.” Brimir answered the girl. “You may call me Brimir … and we have a lot to talk about.”

“I… I am Taylor.” The girl said, reaching out a hand towards him, seemingly in a hand shake.

With an inner shrug, Brimir took it just to set the girl at ease. He was startled when a burning sensation crawled up his right arm. The girl gave a cry, wrenching back her right hand as golden light etched a smooth line of symbols across her right arm, as well as his right arm.

“This isn’t supposed to happen.” Brimir said in shock, looking at the familiar runes on his right arm. To cement a master-familiar summoning requires an exchange of bodily fluids, not to mention he was neither familiar or master to the original summoning spell.

“What did you do? I have tattoos on my right arm!” The girl, Taylor, asked, cradling her right arm in shock. Her eyes then widened, and she took a step back. “Are you… are you a parahuman? Did you… are you the one that took me to this place?”

“No, I am not the one that brought you here, nor am I the one that made those tattoos as you call them.” Brimir said moving forward to look at the runes on the girl’s arm, causing the girl to take another step back. “Stop moving, I need to see the words on your arm, and I have no idea what a parahuman is.”

The girl paused an incredulous look on her face. “You don’t know what is a parahuman? You know people with superpowers, that can fly, build incredible machines, create forcefields and energy blasts, heal wounds… you know superpowers? Parahumans have been appearing around the world since 1983… where are you from that you don’t know all these.”

“Where I am from, we call the people you described as mages.” Brimir said, a frown on his forehead as he compared the runes on his hand to the ones on Taylor. “And I am… I was from another world.”

“What?!” Taylor asked in astonishment. “You mean like Earth from another reality?”

“I guess you can say that.” Brimir said as he looked up, gesturing to the runes on both of their arms. “It appears as the two sets of runes on our arms are an amalgamation of some type of Master-Familiar runes. We are tied to each other apparently. Based on the runic formulation, yours bears the runes of Living, Dead, Master and Void. Mine bears the runes of Dead, Sacrifice, Master and Void. We are tied via the Master and Void runes with numerous differing sub-runes. From what I can tell, both our runes bear the sub-runes of Ghost, linking all four greater runes, meaning only those marked with similar runes, am able to see spirits, or am a ghost can see the runes on our arms. You can summon me or those under your command, instantly through the Void should you have a need. As for me, I will be able to sense if you are in danger and travel through the void to reach you or any of those under your command. And should you face death, I will be sacrificed to grant you another chance at life.”

“That’s terrible.” Taylor said, her face paling as she looked around them, at the seemingly deserted island. “Who would do this to us? Who brought us here? And… and I have powers… I can feel them, somebody did something to me!”

“Ah yes that.” Brimir said, wondering how he should go about explaining all that had happened. “Perhaps you can come sit down in the cottage first. What I need to tell you will take a while. It all began with the familiar summoning…”


1.3 PRT Investigation

“To think I thought today was a slow day and that I can finally have one Sunday when I got to go back home on time to make dinner for the children.” Sally said grimly as the PRT van speed down the highway leading out of Brockton Bay, towards Redwoods Camp which was situated a mile out of town.

“Last Sunday was Squealer testing her monster truck through Central, the Sunday before that was Oni Lee bombing half of downtown when the local police stumbled upon one of ABB’s drug outpost… god that was a mess.” Kelly said. “What is the emergency this time round? We weren’t even briefed before HQ packed us up in the van and sent us off.”

“Missing kid. I am reading the report now, PRT hotline received a call from Redwoods Camps, one of their kids was pulled into a TV by a green energy portal. It was witnessed by another kid, and the camp counselor on the phone stated the security cameras that was setup around the camp house captured the entire incident. PRT stated it as possible parahuman kidnapping. Armsmaster is fronting this, he has already reached the camping grounds with Miss Militia. They have called in the father of the kidnapped girl, he will be meeting us at Redwoods Camps.” Peterson said from the front of the van.

“Damn.” Sally cursed. “They are certain it’s not a Trigger Event? When some of the parahumans first get their powers, they don’t have much control over it.”

“HQ is pretty sure it’s a kidnapping. They got a copy of the security tape from the room where the incident happened. The girl was terrified and screaming when she was pulled into the portal. They did note that she twisted her ankle earlier in the day, but nothing happened in the afternoon while she was resting.” Peterson stated. “And you know Trigger Events tend to follow a similar formula, traumatic incident leads to traumatic individual with great powers. The cases where parahumans get powers from normal everyday incidents are usually second generation parahumans, whose parents have powers as well. In this type of case, the powers manifest immediately during the incident.”

“God, the poor kid.” Kelly said solemnly. “The last time I heard of a parahuman kidnapping was that incident a month ago in New York. There was this Bio-Tinker that went nuts, kidnap the homeless and did experiments on them, turn them into some kind of cat people.”

“That’s Catnip, I read the PRT case file on her, vet that triggered with a bio-tinker focus on cats. They caught her last week and sent her to the Birdcage. The New York PRT pulled in some favors from New Wave and Panacea went over to fix those people.” Sally said as she did a quick check of her equipment. “I hope Armsmaster and Miss Militia can figure out where the girl’s taken.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that.” Peterson said grimly as his mobile device beeped and he peered at the message. “HQ just said that Armsmaster completed a scan of the room. Apparently, he detected dimensional energies from the incident site. An order has been bumped up for the PRT to contact Toybox for assistance. They are suspecting the kidnapper is a parahuman that can either manipulate dimensional space for travel, or can create dimensional manipulation technologies.”

“There isn’t a lot of parahumans with powers like that.” Kelly said with a frown. “The only cape I can recall with dimensional specialisation was Professor Haywire, and we all know what he did.”

“Blasted a hole through realities and opened a way into Earth Aleph.” Sally said with a grimace. “I still remember my parents were terrified he was going to end the world. Of course, that was before the Endbringers appeared. If we have another tinker with that kind of specialisation, I am not sure if our Brockton Bay have the right Heroes to counter them. The group of Heroes who tried to put down Professor Haywire suffered a lot of casualties. Almost half of that group was lost in the initial fight, the theory was that Haywire shunted them into another reality, and nobody could figure out Haywire’s technologies to find a way to get them back.”

“Either way we have to do our job.” Peterson said grimly. “We will reach the camp in ten minutes. Once there, the first thing is to setup a secure perimeter. PRT-11 is right behind us, they will be taking care of the civilians. I don’t envy them to be honest, there’s around thirty teenagers, and PRT has gotten a court order to close the camp for investigation. They are going to have a rough evening taking care of the children and getting them to their parents who are informed to retrieve them.”

“Understood sir.” Sally acknowledged.

“Miss Militia will be assisting us while Armsmaster is returning to the PHQ to gather more equipment.” Peterson continued. “I will need to accompany Miss Militia to speak with Mr. Hebert, the victim’s father, once he reached the camping ground. Once both of you are done, it’s guard duty to prevent anyone that’s not PRT members from entering the site. PRT-19 will come relief us at 9 p.m. hopefully we will have some good news by then.”


1.4 Phantom Isle – The Beginning

Earth ?: – August 9th (Sunday) – Phantom Isle

Taylor listened initially with a bit of skepticism as Brimir talked about his world, about magic, about the Void, and about the Familiar Summoning ritual common in his world. The only thing stopping her from proclaiming bullshit, was the fact that her world was a world where people have superpowers.

As her mother used to tell her, Taylor was born into the era of superheroes… and super villains, where ordinary people could one day wake up with great powers, to break or to heal was up to them.

Taylor knew that there was a time when people were just… ordinary people, but that was the history, way back before 1983, when the first parahuman was officially sighted, recorded and acknowledged. Taylor also knew of alternate realities, or alternate Earths to be precise.

The first thing Parahumans Studies had taught her in school were the list of Heroes and Supervillains, their powers, their strengths, their weaknesses. One of the first and most notorious Supervillain was Professor Haywire, a Tinker specializing in “interdimensional tech”. He was the reason why the people of her world had connection with an alternate Earth.

According to Parahuman History, the two Earths nearly went to war when The Hole Professor Haywire tore through reality was first formed. Only vigorous attempts at peace and diplomacy stemmed the tide of war. Agreements and concessions were made between both Earths, and The Hole was officially filled with concrete with guarded facilities situated on each Earth, at the ends of The Hole. One of the concession was that her Earth was therefore classified as Earth Bet, while the other Earth was Earth Aleph, and only limited communications, such as the trade of research and media were allowed across The Hole.

Taylor was not doubting Brimir’s words that he was from another world, what she doubted was his insistence that the “mages” of his world use magic. After finding out that the “mages” of his world actually had a science and language used in manipulating the elemental and void magic of his world, Taylor was sitting on the fence of whether to dispute his claim or not.

Apparently, somebody tried to cast an evil familiar summoning spell that Brimir disrupted and he was taken along for the ride.

“So, in a nutshell, you are originally a ghost in this Void energy you use as magic. Someone in your world summon a familiar to erm… do their bidding or something. Apparently, he killed a lot of people, used blood magic for it to make sure whatever he summoned will be super powerful. You interrupted the spell, got taken along for the ride, and saw the spell targeting me because the fact that I completed a game and filled other prerequisite requirements of the spell was enough to make the spell go ah ha! This is the one I choose!” Taylor said, summarising what Brimir had told her, disbelief on her face.

“I ended up in this magical tunnel of Void energies and apparently some alien entity which had been residing within me choose that moment to emerge, and the Void energies attacked it. This alien object was apparently some sort of inter-dimension entity existing on four different worlds. When the Void energies took over it and whatever it uses for its body, it chooses one of the world the entity’s body was in and created an island based on the game I played, and blended both of our bodies with the concept of game characters and we ended up with their memories and abilities?” Taylor found her voice rising and tried to keep calm.

“It does sounds a bit incredulous…” Brimir began only for Taylor to cut him off.

“A bit incredulous?! Try very incredulous.” Taylor said, before opening her right palm which was glowing with red energy as a ball of fire formed above her palm. “I don’t doubt the part where we got the memories and abilities of a game character, I am living with it right now. I am also okay with your explanation of your Void magic to a certain extent. But this alien thing that is in me, which also just happen to further alter this Void magic of yours… it is unbelievable that so many impossible and random circumstances would happen at the same time!”

“That is because it is not random. The Summon Familiar spell found you because of your potential in your original future. I did not want to mention it previously because I fear it will confuse you.” Brimir said. “The truth is, with or without the Void summoning spell, that alien fragment exists within you. You remembered the image of the two giant crystalline entities moving in the darkness of space?”

“Yes…” Taylor said as she recalled what she saw in the tunnel.

“Those are the two alien entites, one of which left a piece of itself in you. What you saw was a memory stored in the alien fragment.” Brimir revealed. “I saw the Void magic consuming it when it awakened within you. I have a rough idea of what it would have done to you. Given time, it would have awakened in you, during the worst day of your life. The conflict and trauma you suffered, whether physical or mental, would cause the entity to adapt and become empowered, granting you access to a portion of its power.”

Taylor paled, clenching her trembling hands as the ball of fire went out. “What you described… that sounds like a Trigger Event. We covered that during Parahuman Studies in school, but the scientists of the world could never figure out why only a small portion of the human population would trigger with superpowers under stress.”

“Yes, you would have gotten power from it. Great power that you used to defeat the alien entity out to consume your world and that of other similar worlds in the multiverse.” Brimir noted.

“Defeat the alien entity?” Taylor asked, eyes widening in shock. “What… what do you mean.”

“Your original future self was the one the spell first orientated itself on. At that moment in time, you were controlling an army of humans who wield all sorts of powers against one of the alien entity who had taken the form of a golden man. Your sacrifice of your own humanity, committing great acts of darkness, in order to save the entire human race, that portion of your soul resonated with the summoning spell and as the spell saw your intent, so did I. But at the moment in time, you met all the criteria but one.” Brimir said. “The summoning spell is not limited by temporal currents. Having found what it determined to be its chosen target, the spell shift through your temporal timeline to find an event where you will fit all the criteria of the spell, whether by your own merits or by proxy. It then summoned you as a whole and rebrand you into the image that best fit its criteria.”

“I… I was controlling an army of superheroes against a golden man?” Taylor felt faint. Her world had a lot of superpowers, but one of the most feared type of powers was the ability to control others. One of the most notorious Villain in the states was Heartbreaker, a man who had the ability to control and manipulate the emotions of people. He had made numerous beautiful women fall in love with him and force them to become his faithful servants. The thought that she would have triggered with similar powers sickened her. “I know only one parahuman that’s golden… it’s Scion, the most powerful Superhero in the world! My world! Why would I go after him?”

“Because he is one of the alien entity. From the dying memories of your alien fragment, the goal of the two entities was to seed fragments of their selves into humans. They will use humans as vehicles to hasten their own evolution. All of their fragments are primed for conflict with each other, so that they in turn could learn and grow more and more powerful. Once a fragment reached maturity, a child fragment would be born from it to infect another human. The cycle will continue until there’s a large number of new alien fragments that all reached critical mass. These fragments would then be harvested back into the two entities, and all life on your world would be consumed as energy sources to facilitate their reformation.” Brimir said as horror crossed Taylor’s face. “You must have discovered the truth in your original future and determined who the alien entities were. Otherwise you would not have gone after one of them.”

“I…” Taylor trembled from what Brimir had said. If what Brimir said was true, it would be devastating for her world, but she would need to validate what he said. She wanted to cry out that she was only thirteen, she should not have to deal with this future knowledge of horror and responsibility her older self apparently went through. But the truth was, she felt older than thirteen, especially after her memories were blended with those of Marona.

Marona might have been a game character, but the Void magic which summoned her had given Marona’s memories life. Her parents died when she was five, she survived under the care of Ash, who was a Phantom, a ghost stuck between life and death. She faced ostracisation from a large population of her world due to her ability to see and summon the dead.

Marona never had an easy life, and she had matured rapidly for her age, yet after all her sufferings, she still remained undaunted by the shit life had thrown at her, still seeing the good in the world.

It was that inner strength Taylor was drawing on now, that things would work themselves out… one day.

“I think I need to go back to my world now.” Taylor said with a deep breath. “Go back and think about it. Rose saw me when the Void magic grabbed me and dumped me here, they must be frantic by now, if they called my dad… I need to find a way back and tell everyone I am alright.”

Brimir looked at her for a moment, before giving a nod. “Yes, you are right. You will need to return to your world. I do know a spell to open dimensional doorways, but unfortunately, the change that was wrought onto me damaged my capacity for Void magic. It will take me days to craft out the spell work for a dimensional doorway.”

“Maybe there’s something else we can try.” Taylor said getting off her seat in the small kitchen of the cottage. She walked out of the cottage with Brimir following, towards what looked to be a mailbox near the cottage, next to the beach. “When I was playing the game, Marona used the mailbox as a game mechanic to travel to different parts of her world… I am hoping whatever magic that gave us memories and powers of game characters, would have done something similar to the mailbox.”

Brimir drifted up beside the mailbox, peering at it with a critical eye. “It is underlined with a Void enchantment sequence I have never seen before. Let me see… lines for the Master/Familiar… residents… phantom… island… mind… emotion… eye… dimension… an anchor… transport… and retrieval. My… this is a work of art…”

“So, does it take me back to my world?” Taylor asked impatiently.

“It will do more than that. This mailbox will work for the two of us, our Master/Familiar runes are literally keyed into it. Other would be users are those considered residents of this island which can be declared by those with our runes. This island is apparently keyed to the runic structure and is known as Phantom Island. As for how to use mailbox, you need to picture the location and whoever you are bringing along with you while touching the mailbox, calling up an emotional response of the place and willing yourself to travel there. The spellwork literally allows the user to travel through dimensions, through realities, and as an added bonus, it anchors the user and whoever was brought along the ride… back to this place. Meaning that whoever use the mailbox for travel can return to it by picturing the mailbox in their minds.” Brimir said, a tone of admiration in his voice.

“Alright, then I am going back to the camp.” Taylor said, a resolute look on her face as she rested a hand on the mailbox. “Dad will probably be called there if he heard I was gone.”

“What are you going to tell the people of your world?” Brimir asked curiously.

“I…” Taylor paused looking around the island. It was beautiful, tranquil, and if Brimir’s words were true, was created for her by the Void magic. It could be her refugee, her hideaway. “I will tell them… if anyone ask, that I was taken by someone and I escaped when I triggered with the power to erm… teleport back. That will explain what happened to my hair at the very least.”

“And your eyes, they are sort of a glowing green.” Brimir pointed out. “It’s actually quite soothing to look at.”

“What? My eyes are green?” Taylor asked in shock. “THEY ARE GLOWING?”

“Just slightly, I am sure there’s no need to worry about them.” Brimir said as Taylor’s voice tapered off in a scream.

Taylor just gaped at him and did a quick check of the rest of her body parts, before giving a sigh of relief at not finding anything unusual. “Well at least I have superpowers now, and this island… and you… Green eyes is just another thing to deal with when I get back.”

Brimir smiled. “Yes, there is that I suppose.”

“I never did ask… what do you plan to do?” Taylor asked as she realised that all this while she was asking Brimir for answers, never considering the fact that he was also unwillingly brought into this.

“Me?” Brimir pondered with amusement on his face. “I am still a spirit, but I am in the living world now, I am sure there will be lots for me to explore and learn. Don’t worry about me, I will see you later.”

“Alright then.” Taylor took a deep breath as she laid a hand on the mailbox. “Here goes nothing.”

She pictured the image of the living room of the camp house, the feeling of warmth and sense of adventure she felt while she was there. She wanted to be there, she wanted to GO BACK!

A sensation of tightness spread around her. One moment she was standing next to the mailbox, her right hand touching it, the next moment she was back in the living room, face to face with a man in a suit of armor, her hand touching his chest plate.

The man stabbed out with a device in his hand, causing her to give a shrill scream as pain spread though her body and she collapsed onto the floor, her body locked rigidly in pain. Her last conscious thought was that the man had seemed familiar and that she thought she heard the cries of her father in the distance.


1.5 New Resident of Phantom Isle

As Director of the Parahuman Response Team of the East-North-East Division, Emily Piggot had thought she had seen and heard everything there was to see when dealing with cape related conflicts. With the variety of superpowers in the world these days, abnormal was the new normal.

Having the leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate team taser a suspected kidnap victim was not one of those new normal she was expecting.

Colin Wallis, cape name Armsmaster, was a powerful tinker who can create incredible technologies that specialize in miniaturization and efficiency. He also has the manners of a robot. This was not the first time Emily had to deal with a public relation disaster Armsmaster had unwittingly created and the weary woman suspected that it would not be the last.

“You tasered the girl, a new parahuman that in her own words, was taken to a dark cell where she triggered with the power to teleport back to safety.” Emily said, a hand massaging her forehead at the dull pain that was beginning to build up.

“She appeared right in front of me, and her eyes were glowing. My threat assessment program pegged her as an 75.13% possible threat and I reacted accordingly.” Colin stated, his words clipped, short and to the point.

“I realised the situation, but the entire incident happened right in front of the girl’s father who was being interviewed by Miss Militia.” Emily said rising a hand to stop Colin from speaking. “The man is understandably out for blood, but at the same time our people and you were doing the best to bring the girl back. So, this is what I will do. I will wait until this Danny Hebert has a day or two to calm down. Then we will invite him and his daughter back to our Protectorate Headquarters and I will explain to him that all of this was an accident and we are just doing our job in an unknown and possibly dangerous situation. How long was the girl out?”

“Miss Militia told me she recovered in fifteen minutes, I calibrated it precisely for that, it was a low voltage taser.” Colin stated. “I was unfortunately not allowed near the girl due to the demands of the father and could not give a more detailed observation.”

“I think Miss Militia did well enough with the report.” Emily said dryly. “I see that the identity of the kidnapper is still unknown?”

“Miss Hebert was apparently locked up in a dark cell for most of her capture up until her escape. She was unfortunately not able to provide us with any description of the place she was held up in, or of the person that took her. She also passed the level 0 Master/Stranger verbal test but more observation should be prudent.” Colin said grimly. “And based on what we know of Miss Hebert’s power, it appears she can at least travel back to a location she is familiar with, which means her ability is not limited by line of sight. With the dimensional energies readings we detected after her capture, our working theory is that the parahuman who took her most probably specialise in dimension travel or dimension creation of sorts. It is possible when Miss Hebert triggered, her power pinged off the ability of captor and take on overtones of dimension teleportation.”

“Ah the group cape trigger theory.” Emily said with a grimace. “I am familiar with that research. If a parahuman trigger next to another parahuman, their manifested powers will be influenced.”

“Yes, if our hypothesis is correct, Miss Hebert might be one of the first cape that the PRT is aware of, who can teleport across dimensions, it might be possible for her to travel across realities.” Colin concluded.

“If that is true, what Miss Hebert has is a powerful Mover ability especially since she is not limited by line of sight. She might be able to get pass any barriers or containment. At the very least, she should have a threat rating of Mover 4 and above.” Emily said as she opened the file on the Hebert girl and wrote down her assessment. “We need her in the Wards and we need her tested. I want Miss Militia and Battery to handle the meet and greet session with the Heberts.”

“Battery has requested for leave for next week. I can step in for…” Colin began but Emily quickly cut in.

“No, no, I am sure you will need time working on better understanding those dimensional energies you detected, and we will need equipment that can better pick up how Miss Hebert does her teleportation.” Emily said smoothly. “Get Velocity to team up with Miss Militia, let them know that I want that girl in the Wards and that they should pull out all the stops.”

“Very well.” Colin said with a nod. “If that’s all, I am going back to my workshop.”

Emily watched as Colin just stood and left after the conversation. Shaking her head, Emily dialed the number for Hannah, while she did not doubt Colin’s ability to pass on her message, sometimes it is best to be sure.

There was a dial tone before it was picked up. “Miss Militia here.” Hannah’s crisp voice said over the line.

“Yes Miss Militia, this is Director Piggot, I have an important task for you and Velocity.” Emily said as she closed the Hebert file and opened a report on ABB movements in the docks. “It is regarding the Heberts…”


“Emma! Hurry up! I need to use the bathroom!” Anne called out, knocking on the bathroom door with an irritating whine.

“Just give me five minutes!” Emma said loudly as she cut off the shower and stepped out of the tub. The dancing class this afternoon had really stretched her muscles and her legs were tingling with soreness. Quickly towering herself and changing into fresh clothes, she had stepped out into the hallway, grumbling a little as Anne just pushed passed her and slammed the door to the bathroom.

“Brat.” Emma said pulling a face at the door. Of all the bathrooms in the house her sister just had to holler outside the one she was using. Putting the irritation behind her, Emma stepped downstairs into the dining room where mom and the maid was setting up dinner. Dad was reading some reports at the dining table while listening to the evening news and Emma walked up next to him, looking over his shoulders.

“Who is getting divorce this week?” Emma asked, causing her father to frown at her disapprovingly as he quickly tidied up the files.

“You shouldn’t be so flippant Emma.” Her father said with a sigh. “Sometimes I wonder if I should have just specialised in criminal law, doing something useful, instead of profiting off other’s misery.”

“If you have specialised in criminal law in this city, you will be dead within the year.” Her mom said with a frown as she appeared from the kitchen, setting down a plate of steaming fish with olives. “I prefer my husband alive, thank you very much. And you are not profiting off people’s misery. How many times do I have to tell you that? You are providing a service and helping couples who are unhappy with each other anyway, move on with their lives.”

“Oh my Zoe, always the wordsmith.” Her father said as her mother lean towards him for a kiss.

“Ah gross.” Emma said moving away from her parents. “I…”

“Breaking news tonight!” The evening news suddenly played a blaring opening music, causing the three of them to look at the TV.

“Brockton Bay PRT has just confirmed that a parahuman kidnapping has taken place at Redwoods Camp a mile just out of the city.” The news announcer said as snapshots of the camp in question was flashed on screen, showing groups of teenagers huddled together at a camping ground. “Brockton Bay PRT is reaching out to all parents who had sent their children to Redwoods Camp’s Summer camp to retrieve their children. The PRT are relocating the children and staff back to PRT headquarters. The PRT have issued a statement that they will provide accommodation at the PRT headquarters for teenagers whose guardians are not able to retrieve them for Summer.”

“That’s Taylor’s camp!” Emma said in shock. “We were talking the entire week about what she was doing there.”

“… so what is happening on the ground Steve?” The news announcer continued, the scene on TV switching to a live report showing a man standing in front of a large house with the sign Redwoods Camp. The entire house looked to be taped off by PRT keep out signs and there was a PRT officer standing guard at the front of the house, all armored up.

“Ah things are pretty tense here.” A man said holding a mic as he faced the camera. “Some of the parents are already on their way here to pick up their kids when PRT made the decision to transport the civilians back to PRT headquarters. There was a bit of delay as some of the kids have to get off the buses. Other than that, I managed to catch a glimpse of Miss Militia within the house talking to an older man. Based on what I managed to get from the PRT officials on sight, a young girl was kidnapped after being dragged into a portal that had opened up in front of a TV. The PRT isn’t ready to issue a statement if this is an isolated case or if we all need to be careful of our TVs, but from what I heard, the PRT will be sending out an amber alert for the girl soon.”

“Yes, thank you Steve! And we have just received the amber alert signed by the PRT director because of its likelihood of a being parahuman crime.” The news announcer said as the screen switched to a picture of a familiar face.

Emma’s heart clenched as her legs gave out on her. She kneeled on the floor in horror as she stared at Taylor’s face shown on the screen. Emma recognized the picture as one of the few she took during Taylor’s twelfth birthday. Beside her she could hear her father giving a soft groan as her mom let out a sob.

“Taylor Hebert age thirteen has been taken from Redwood Camp after a parahuman incident. If any viewers sighted her, the PRT advise discretion and to call them immediately. Do not approach her with offers of help. It is advisable to wait for the professionals and our Heroes to handle this incident.”

“Shit! That’s Taylor.” Anne said as she stepped into the living room.

The sight of Anne broke Emma out of her stupor and she surged up on her feet in a rush.

“We need to get to that camp at once.” Emma said facing her parents who looked pale with shock. “Taylor… we need to get there!”

“I am sure Danny, I mean Taylor’s father is already there. It may be dangerous if too many of us are there.” Her father said as he stood up only to lean back as her mom glared at him.

“Annette’s daughter was taken!” Her mother said, her face fierce with a rare emotion. “I am not sitting around here praying and hoping for news, I am going over there now.”

“Zoe!” Her father said helplessly as her mom grabbed the car keys. Emma quickly followed after her, with Anne stepping into pace beside her. Dad trailed behind them helplessly, a look of dismay on his face.

“Annette, that’s Taylor’s mom right, the one I am named after?” Anne asked. Emma nodded distractedly as they got out of the house, with dad trying to calm mom down.

“… at least let me drive! You are in no condition to do it!” Dad said, managing to get back the car keys.

The four of them got into the car and mom immediately switch on the news channel for news. The drive to the camp took fifty minutes and night had fallen by the time they reached the camp.

Pulling in from of the entrance to Redwood Camp, they were stopped by a group of PRT officers.

“Sir, if you are here for your child, we have already sent them to the PRT Headquarters.” One of the officer said as the car windows were rolled down.

“I am Zoe Barnes, this is my family. We are family friends of the Hebert.” Emma’s mom said. “We are here to find out the situation and to be with Danny if he is here.”

“Ah the Heberts…” The officers looked at each other before one of them walked away, seeming to speak into his comms. “Let us check-in with Mr. Hebert first… Ah we have confirmation please park your car at the side of the road and follow us in.”

The car was parked quickly and the four of them followed the officers, until they reached the front of the camp house that Emma had previously seen on TV. The only difference was the ambulance parked outside the house. The backdoor of the ambulance was opened, and Emma saw Miss Militia, one of Brockton Bay’s superhero, talking with someone inside the ambulance.

As they walked closer to the van, a cry escaped from her lips as she sighted her best friend sitting at the edge of the ambulance wrapped in blankets, and Mr. Hebert beside her.

“Taylor!” Emma cried out, barely aware that she nearly pushed passed Mr. Hebert and the local superhero, as she wrapped her friend in a hug. “I saw the news of the kidnapping and I… Did you do something to your hair? And what happened to your eyes?”

“Miss Hebert’s time with her captor has unfortunately led to some side effects. But other than that, she is in good health.” Miss Militia interrupted from the side. Emma quickly moved back as she realised how close she was actually standing to a superhero. “As this is an active PRT investigation, Miss Hebert wouldn’t be able to discuss the events of this evening with you.”

“Ah… of course no problem. I am just glad Taylor’s safe.” Emma said as she felt Taylor lean into her.

“Miss Militia, if there are no more questions, I will like to return home with my father, I can still feel some painful twitches around my body.” Taylor said as Miss Militia gave a nod.

“Of course Taylor, you and your father are free to go. The PRT will follow-up with you in a few days. And I must apologize for the incident just now.” Miss Militia said. “The PRT will deliver a set of custom contact lens for you to your house by tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I will advice you to stay at home and avoid outdoor movements.”

“Thank you, Miss Militia, and don’t worry about the… er incident, no harm done.” Taylor said as Miss Militia gave them a friendly wave before walking off.

“What was that about?” Emma asked with a frown.

“Tell you later.” Taylor said in a whisper. The two of them walked to the side of the ambulance where Mr. Hebert was talking with her parents, Anne standing behind them as she looked at the house guarded by PRT officers with interest.

“Dad, we can go back now.” Taylor said as Mr. Hebert quickly walked up to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively.

“Good.” Mr. Hebert said grimly. “It’s about time they stopped with the questions. Thanks Zoe and Alan for coming here, Taylor and I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it Danny, Annette and I were midwives for each other. I was the first to greet Taylor into the world just as she did for my Emma, of course I will be here.” Emma blinked as her mom said that fiercely.

“Actually Mrs. Barnes, do you mind if Emma stayed over tonight?” Taylor spoke up. As her mother gave a nod.

“Of course dear.” Emma’s mom said with a nod. “Actually Danny, if you don’t mind how about you and Taylor camp at our house tonight. It has been… a while since we catch up.”

“I… Yes of course Zoe, I will like that.” Mr. Hebert said, a brief look of sadness crossing his face.

The journey back home was faster now that the road was less crowded. Emma had opted for sitting next to Taylor in Mr. Hebert’s car, and they had tailed after her parents’ car. They reached her house within half an hour, and her parents drove their car a bit further into the garage just so that the Hebert’s car could keep off the sidewalks.

It had been so long since they had done something like that, the last time was when Taylor’s mom had still been alive, and Taylor had done a Hamlet recital for their school’s Literature festival.

“I have called ahead to get our maid to heat up dinner.” Emma’s mom said as they entered the house. “Emma, you and Taylor can grab a plate and eat in your room for tonight.”

“What about me mom?” Anne asked petulantly.

“Alright, you can eat in your room too.” Emma’s father said. “But only for tonight.”

“There’s no TV in their rooms, right?” Mr. Hebert asked hesitantly.

“No, the only ones are in the dining room and living room. We can take them down and store them in the garage for tonight.” Emma’s dad said before muttering. “Fucking parahumans and their powers, as if they didn’t cause enough chaos in the world already.”

“Alan! Language!” Emma’s mom hissed as she dragged her dad into the dining room. The adults quickly dismantle the TV in the dining room before Emma, Anne and Taylor were allowed in. The three girls took a plate of food each and waited until the adults deposited the TVs in the garage before leaving the dining area.

“Night mom, night dad, night Mr. Hebert.” Emma called out as Mr. Hebert and her parents gave a nod in their direction.

“Good night girls, if you need anything, we will be downstairs.” Mr. Hebert said.

Anne led the way upstairs, waving cheekily at the two of them before disappearing into her room.

“Brat.” Emma said good naturedly as she opened the door of her room. It has been a while since Taylor and her had a sleepover at her place.

Taylor flopped onto one of the beanie bag at the corner of the room and Emma quickly shifted a small table and another beanie bag over.

“Spill it Taylor, I know you have something to tell me, what happened?” Emma said as both of them set their food down on the table.

Taylor opened her right palm and Emma gasped as a ball of fire appeared over it.

“You triggered! You have superpowers!” Emma said her eyes wide.

“Yeah, the PRT warned me not to tell anyone because they are afraid the gangs will come and force me to work for them. That’s why Miss Militia told you the cover story… and it’s more than that, more than what I told the PRT.” Taylor said biting her lips. “Someone explained what he thought actually happened to me, but it is so incredible that I have trouble believing it myself. I have no idea what I should do… that’s why I need your help.”

“Someone explained… are you talking about your kidnapper?” Emma asked with a frown.

“No… not really. He was in the same situation as me.” Taylor said with hesitation. “It is not exactly a kidnapping… but to be honest I have no idea how to explain it properly, not without proof…”

Emma blinked when Taylor suddenly straightened and pointed a finger at her. “Emma Barnes is a resident of Phantom Island.”

“What… are you doing Taylor?” Emma asked, lifting an eyebrow at the sheepish look on her friend’s face. The glowing green eyes did look strange on Taylor’s face, strange but cute in a way, at least now Emma knew the changes with Taylor’s hair and eyes were most likely because of her trigger instead of some mad scientist’s experiment.

“Just trying something out, hopefully this works.” Taylor said reaching over the table to hold Emma’s hands. “I am going to…”

“Ah!” Emma cried out as golden light began to etch what seemed like symbols onto her right arm.

“Oh crap!” Taylor said in horror. “I have no idea it will do that!”

“Is there something about your power you will like to tell me? Like five minutes ago?” Emma said glaring at Taylor, touching the symbols etched onto her right arm gingerly. “They don’t hurt now that the light is gone… hey, you have a same set on your arm too!”

“I am so sorry.” Taylor said again, bowing her head. “I didn’t mean to… cause that.”

“Ah forget it Taylor, I can’t stay angry at you when you are making that face.” Emma said with a snort as she compared both their arms. “Hmm… now that I look more carefully, some of the squiggles are different. So, what were you planning to do or say before we were interrupted.”

“Erm…” Taylor reached out again to hold Emma’s hands gingerly. When nothing outwardly happened, Taylor relaxed and clenched her hands tighter. “Alright, I am not sure if this will work, but here goes.”

There was a sensation of tightness around her. As Emma blinked, she gave a cry of alarm as she was suddenly faced with bright sunlight and the smell of the ocean. As her eyes got used to her environment, she realised she was on some sort of island with a quaint little cottage, and in the distance protruding out of the ocean was a glowing green crystal structure.

“Huh… I didn’t mean to bring along your beanie bags and table.” Taylor was muttering to her self.

“You are a teleporter!” Emma said jumping up at the revelation. “This is so cool! Remember that grade school project and everyone wrote down the superpowers we wished we have? Mine was to teleport anywhere, oh my god! Taylor, you are so going to be my best friend, we can go shopping all over the world for the weekends and be back home before dinner!”

“I thought I am already your best friend…” Taylor began but Emma cut her off excitedly.

“Best bestest, and way best times three.” Emma said as she took a deep breath of the sweet sea breeze. “You wanted to be a flying brick and instead you ended up with what I wanted as a superpower and you can create fireballs!”

“Alexandria isn’t a flying brick.” Taylor said as she pouted. “And we should really move your beanie bags and table into the cottage, we don’t want them to be damaged by the sand.”

“Oh… doesn’t the house belongs to someone?” Emma asked as she gathered up her beanie bag and help Taylor carry the table with their plates into the cottage, the door of which Taylor kicked open.

“That… is sort of part of the thing I wanted to tell you about.” Taylor said evasively as she looked around the cottage. “Seems like he’s not here…”

“He? The one that you said wasn’t your kidnapper but was in a similar situation as you?” Emma asked crossing her arm. “Spill it Taylor, what is going on?”

“I can do more than create fire balls, and that teleportation I just did? Isn’t really part of my powerset.” Taylor said as Emma felt her eyes widened at what her best friend implied. “It seems that my powers come about due to interference from something called Void magic, from another world…”


Rise of the Ultimate Peasant (BtVS/ WC3/ MtG/ Multiple) Main Interlude – The Shattering

Story Title: Rise of the Ultimate Peasant

Crossover: BtVS/ Warcraft III/ Stargate/ Magic the Gathering/ ?/ Multiple

Disclaimer: I do not own, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Warcraft games verse, Stargate TV verse, Magic the Gathering, or any other fandoms I will be dabbling in. This is a work of fan fiction. Written without profit, for the enjoyment of fans of these great fandoms.

Summary: Magic is gone from the world, and chaos rides the winds. In a battle for supernatural survival, those that seek to protect and defend need to band together… to create the Alliance.

Main Interlude – The Shattering

Death of Magic

Odiel looked on with disgust at the Ascended gathered in heated argument. All of them had sensed the death of Terin Morghuar, the only Ascended who had taken on another energy form. Terin was supposed to be imprisoned within a shell of zero point energies, the only problem was that none of the Ascended have any inkling of Terin’s plan for his own destruction until it was too late. The method through which Terin guided his own destruction was a cause of concern, for the process melded his Ascended energies into a mortal.

It had been a gross oversight, and the answer of how to deal with the mortal who had destroyed Terin should have been obvious. No mortal should ever have the right to wield energies of an Ascended in his/her mortal form. That brand of energies unique to Terin himself should be absorbed back into the Ascension Collective for research and analysis.

Odiel and several others had petitioned for the right to enter mortal planes and put an end to the abomination. The twisted melding of mortal, undead and Ascended. But incredulously enough, the Elders were stalling, while the majority of the Ascended sheep were neutral about any need to take action against the unnatural mortal.

This melding of Ascension energies willingly given to a mortal has never been thought possible before. One of the Elders had noted as the Council made its decision. Terin placed a heavy weight on that mortal, entrusting him to intervene in the mortal webs of fates. The mortal needs to be observed further before a decision is made. To end a life due to the action of one of our own should not be an action taken lightly.

What! Odiel protested. The power of that mortal is now unlimited in nature. If we are to delay, it may be too late to intervene. Or do none of you realise that his very nature allows him to consume us under the right situation?

Our decision is made youngling. The First Elder said sternly. Let it rest. We will convene this discussion when another six mortal months have passed, and the mortal’s actions shall we judge.

Shimmering with anger, Odiel stepped back into the crowd. The old fools were blinded by their superiority and age. It was up to him and those of similar minds to preserve the Ascended, and end a great threat, in the process gaining a greater power.


Current Time

Xander smiled as he boarded Enterprise. The cold war against the darker supernatural clans, the formation of the Alliance, weeks of building outposts and even cities for those he called into being to live, and the rush was finally over.

The Alliance and the supernatural communities around the world had finally stabilised enough that he was comfortable with his plan to venture out into space.

Terin might have great plans for Xander. But every plan begun with a single step, and the first few steps Xander planned to take in outer space was to give his starship a test drive. He should be allowed that much what with trying to keep most of the supernatural communities alive after the destruction of the Seed of Wonder. Though one could say it was his responsibility since he was the one that ended magic on Earth.

His belongings had been stored in his room earlier, thus he was free to roam while waiting for everyone to settle down. Lightly tapping into his connection with the Enterprise, he could hear Dawn humming as she began unpacking in her designated room. Joyce was in the dining room which had been refurbished with tables, chairs, a large cold storage area, and a kitchenette. From the sounds of it, she was stacking some stuff in the cold storage. Buffy… seemed to have left the cargo hold. Maybe she left something in the car?

Ian was in the cockpit Willow, Cordelia and Tain were in their rooms, Giles and Jenny were in… Giles’ room… while Yalen was in the cargo bay. If the others knew how much control he had over Enterprise, and how powerful the sensor array in the ship was, Xander knew they would have freaked. He could also get a visual sense of the ship if he wanted to, but out of respect for everyone, Xander have no intention of accessing them.

“Buffy’s back.” Yalen called out over the ship comms. “Closing hatch and sealing the cargo bay.”

“Alright.” Ian acknowledged from the cockpit. “Preparing for ascend in ten minutes. If you guys want the best view from the cockpit, now’s the time to make your way over. Otherwise strap yourself down or find somewhere secure. We will lose the shield once I activate the cloak, and atmospheric turbulence will be pretty rough. Enterprise have some pretty fine inertial dampers, but better safe than sorry.”

“I am coming!” Dawn’s excited voice came over the comms. Xander hide a smile as he made his way to the cockpit as well. He would be letting Ian do the flying for the beginning of the journey. All of them would need to learn how to operate the ship in days to come, and they could not do that if he was mentally controlling the ship’s flight every time.

Joyce and Willow were at the cockpit by the time he arrived. Dawn bounced in with Cordelia a few seconds later, just as Ian began the countdown.

“Guess that’s everyone.” Xander said with a grin as they strapped themselves down on the benches behind the pilot chair.

“Buffy wants to watch the view from her room.” Dawn said with a shrug.

“Giles and Jenny probably wants the same.” Joyce said with a knowing smile, even as she draped an arm around Dawn. Her eyes looked excitedly out of the front window as Enterprise began to ascend.

“Engaging cloak.” Ian said as he began manipulating the switchboard and thrusters. “Accelerating, entering atmosphere. Prepare for turbulence.”

The ship shook as Enterprise began full acceleration. Joyce held on to Dawn tightly while Willow gripped his hand in excitement. Cordelia just stared at the front window with a wide grin. A few seconds in, the protective blinders in the front window blurred, as atmospheric pressure began producing burning white flashes against the hull.

“Leaving atmosphere in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” Ian counted as finally the ship stilled. The blinders on the front window cleared as the view revealed the blackness of outer space. The infinite sparkles of stars in the distance. The transition was smooth, with seemingly no turbulence, which spoke volumes of how advanced the Lantean’s inertial dampers were.

Xander peered into the darkness breathlessly, even as Willow began sniffling with emotions beside him.

“We are really in space.” Cordelia said in a heavy husky voice.

“Yes and we will have a chance to truly see what this universe has to offer.” Xander said with a quiet smile, his excitement weighted down by the visions that Terin had given him. Space might be beautiful, but it was also dangerous as well.

“Ian, I have passed Enterprise the coordinates for our first hyperdrive destination.” Xander said. “According to the database in the outpost, it is an old Alteran installation. We will be going there to see what we can salvage.”

“Receiving coordinates. The destination is 2700 light years away. At top speed we can reach there in half an hour.” Ian calculated.

“Let’s go at half of our hyperdrive speed just to be prudent. We can ramp up the speed later once we are certain the hyperdrive is stable.” Xander instructed.

Ian nodded. “Hyperspace window forming…”

In the darkness of space, a swirling vortex began to form in front of them. Ian began to guide the ship through. They had just entered the hyperspace tunnel when a cloud of energy burst into form in front of Xander.

A face of a sneering man appeared in the shimmering energy cloud, even as a tendril of energy pierced into Xander’s head before he could even react. Pain split across his skull as his body began burning with heat. White hot agony spread through his veins even as he felt himself tearing apart.

Xander thought he could hear screams and cries before the darkness consumed him.


Current Time

It was finally time to act. Finally after months of waiting, they would have a small window of opportunity to destroy the abomination before the rest of the Ascended could react.

Due to their nature as beings of energies, the currents of hyperspace would dampen Ascended senses. The moment the abomination and his ship entered the hyperspace window, they would be briefly muffled from the Ascended who were observing them.

The plan was simple, the others would prevent any of the Ascended from interfering, even should they discover what they were about to do. While he had the honour of ripping Terin’s Ascended energies out of that twisted mortal’s soul, and consume it for the good of the collective.

None in the ship would have the power to stop or even harm him, after all what mortals could daunt the might of an Ascended? The abomination was a special case, and the mortal was dying before his might.

The bolts of energies from some of the ship’s occupants were ignored, their struggles were futile… and then for the first times in thousands of years, PAIN rippled through Odiel’s being. The smallest and youngest of the ship’s inhabitants had stuck her arm into Odiel’s Ascended essence, even as he was ripping and consuming remnants of Terin’s energies from the abomination’s soul.

Emerald fires burned in her eyes as she screamed in anger, and power, great power. A blast of energy speared through his being, scoring through Odiel’s essence, shredding away his life. The energy was alien yet familiar, an energy signature that all Ascended knew but had not encountered in thousands of years after the rifts were closed. Fear grew in his heart as he realised what was standing before him, what was destroying him. It was with certainty that he knew he was going to die, that there was no way to stabilize his internal energies after what was done to him.

The energies he had consumed, the power he had contained began swirling out of control enshrouding the ship and striking the hyperspace tunnel. The girl, the Essence of Planes, began altering his energies, containing them and then splitting them apart. In that one moment as time and space began to shatter in the hyperspace tunnel, the last of the life bleed out of Odiel as his essence and the magic he consumed were forcefully shunted out of temporal and spatial dimensions.

As the strain on his essence grew too much, the last of his energy form began unrevealing… and he imploded.


Current Time

The hyperspace window was beautiful, leaving an impression like some kind of hauntingly familiar song that Dawn thought she had heard before and should remember. For a brief moment, Dawn felt as though she was whole again, which was strange.

As Ian guided the ship into the hyperspace tunnel, Dawn’s eyes remained glued to the swirling vortex of hyperspace. The blinders on the front window was already beginning to activate, and Dawn felt a brief emotion of discontent. She was about to ask Ian to manually deactivate the blinders so that her view of hyperspace not be blocked, when things go horribly wrong.

First there was the cloud of white light appearing in front of Xander. A cloud of white light that had a seemingly human face reflected in its centre. When it strike out at Xander with a tendril of energy, Xander had begun screaming and literally glowing in bright white and gold energies.

Ian had reacted instantly, jumping from his seat and launching bolts of magic at the energy cloud. Willow tried to pull Xander away, but ended up launching herself backwards with a scream, smoke curling from her hands as they were seemingly scalded. Cordelia was throwing whatever she could get her hands on at the energy being, while her mother was shielding her and trying to drag her to the corridor.

In the distance Dawn thought she had sounds of running feet, Buffy’s voice shouting in concern, but they were drowned out by the melodies of hyperspace, and the image of the hyperspace vortex that now imprinted itself in her mind.

Xander’s screams became higher sharper, and then tapered off. Anger started to burn within Dawn, as something old, something Ancient, something that knew what to do, surged within her.

She could not remember what happened next. One moment she was huddled in her mother’s embrace, the next moment a massive swirl of blue pattern seemed to imprint itself in her mind. Phase. The pattern hummed in her mind as something within her surged out and lit up the pattern. There was a blue-green cyan flash, and then she was standing in front of the energy cloud, her hands sinking into it.

Strange sensations she could not define ran up her arms. Dawn could feel the power of the energy being, and the magic which it was trying to draw and consume from Xander. It was a vile creature that would see Xander dead. She could sense its intention, she needed to save Xander, she have to stop the horrible energy being.

Ascended. The word rang in her head, as if it should mean something.

Disrupt Energies. Form instability. Establish paths of Tranquillity. The next words called out, heavy with meaning. Weave. Save. Shunt Into Infinity.

A song rang in her head, one that brought to mind the rustling of leaves and the soft calls of a forests, and she knew what she must do. Even as the power within the energy being begun to swirl out of control, as it began to die, Dawn was calmly spinning each tendrils of the rogue energies she had somehow destabilized into new forms, into new patterns of Tranquillity as she shattered and tame the energies.

A pattern of balance, a weave of infinite possibilities, a formulation of doorways, a call to disperse, the will to save everyone. She stood calm in the eye of the storm, unwavering as the wild energies scored through the ship and those in its way. She was the Mistress of the Green, and she had to complete the grand working.

Time cracked and space splintered. The hyperspace tunnel began to distort, but all was well, the spell was nearly done. She just had to hold on for one last weave and the wild, balanced casting of energies would ripple through the shards of space and time. The vast unstable energies caused by the death of the energy being would be safely dissipated, leaving everyone unharmed.

She never knew when she hit the floor. As visions of bright emerald fires claimed her, all she could hear was the shrill crescendo of the Shattering.


He came to with a groan, his eyes tearing in pain. His head was splitting, and his mouth felt dry. He was about to lift himself up when the chorus of thousands of mental links rang in his head. Xander groaned as he tried to regain his mental equilibrium, pushing away the mental noises. Reaching out to his powers, his Source of magic, he felt agony radiated through his body.

Something was wrong, very wrong. Gritting his teeth, he pushed deeper into his core, tapping into his unique magic. Blueprints flashed across his mind, resources remaining at 8,300 Gold, 9,000 lumber… Xander instantly jerked awake. His unlimited source of energy, a last gift from Terin was gone, and a lot of the blueprints he used to have were missing.

The entire repository of Warcraft III blueprints he had on Humans, Night Elves and Undead buildings had vanished, leaving him with the Orcs’ and neutral buildings’ blueprints. Even the thousands of blueprints, of buildings he had scanned on Earth for the past four and a half months had been severely damaged. In horror, Xander reached out to his numerous mental connections. The Humans, Night Elves, Undead and Earth buildings that he had previously built on Earth welcomed his mental commands, opening up to him, returning to him the blueprints of themselves contained within their very structures.

Unfortunately, while he had built all of the Human and Night Elves buildings, thus restoring his blueprints of them in full, of the Undead structures he had only recovered the Boneyard, Tomb of Relics, Haunted Goldmine and the Nerubian Tower which he had previously built. As for the Earth building blueprints, he had only managed to retrieve back a mere pittance of those he had previously scanned. The rest were seemingly lost as he had never constructed them. While they were not a major concern since Xander never planned on calling upon an army of undead, or replicate the people of Earth, the fact that he had somehow lost his unlimited power, and could actually lose his blueprints was a cause for concern.

A hand crossed his vision and Xander realised he was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling for god knows how long.

“You had us worried there.” Tain said as he helped Xander to sit up. A golden wreath of Holy Light flickered in Tain’s palms as the Paladin infused the healing energies into Xander. “You and Dawn scared the hell out of us. You have been unconscious for over an hour, and Dawn has not awaken yet.”

“Dawn?” Xander asked in confusion, the pain still coursing through his body made it hard for him to focus.

“What do you remember?” Tain asked carefully as he looked at Xander.

“I… remember going into space… we opened the hyperspace window and…” Xander gasped as the memories finally returned to him. With the visions Terin had showed him of the Alteran, Xander knew very well what had attacked him. “An Ascended, a freaking Ascended tried to suck the life out of me. I thought they had their law of non-interference going on. How did you guys stop him? I remember being in so much pain I thought I was going to die.”

“We didn’t stop him…” Tain said hesitantly. “By the time Yalen, Buffy, Giles, Jenny and I rushed down to the cockpit, it was over, and the ship was tossed out of the hyperspace tunnel. From what Ian and the others said… Dawn did something to the Ascended that stop him from harming you further and seemingly killed him.”

“Dawn?” Xander asked incredulously. “As in Buffy’s little sister Dawn?”

“As in Dawn who also bears the essence of something called the Key.” Tain answered rhetorically, matching Xander’s stare. “Giles think she might have somehow awakened to her potential when the Ascended attacked you, and instinctively did something to save us from it.”

Xander took a moment to process that. “She has been unconscious since then? Is anyone else hurt?”

“Physically Dawn is fine, but her magic reservoirs have dropped very low. We’ve been feeding her moon water at regular intervals. Hopefully she will wake up soon.” Tain stated. “Willow was burned while trying to save you, it was a flesh wound so I have already healed it. The others had minor bumps that were already dealt with. Of everyone on the ship, Yalen, Ian and I were probably the only ones that got out of what happened uninjured.”

“That’s good news, at least better than mine…” Xander said before giving a grimace. “Something’s wrong with my magic, I no longer have unlimited resources and I lost a number of blueprints.”

Tain called up Holy Light again, infusing his magic into Xander. A few seconds passed before he dispelled his power, a frown etched on his forehead. “Physically you are fine, I can’t sense any other abnormalities. I am not sure what is wrong with your abilities. Maybe you need to rest to let your powers recover.”

“I am pretty sure that the Ascended who attacked me, also ripped out Terin’s essence. I doubt the unlimited resource aspect of my power and my lost blueprints will ever return.” Xander said grimly. “I will need to start planning on finding avenues in creating a constant supply of resources.”

“Right.” Tain said hesitantly. “Before you do that we will need to deal with a few more immediate problems.”

Xander looked up sharply at Tain. “What kind of problems?”

“The attack by the Ascended disrupted the hyperspace tunnel, because our current destination is not where we should be.” Tain remarked hesitantly. “The energy released from the Ascended also damaged parts of the ship. The ship’s thrusters are currently not working and several power conduits have burned out. Thankfully the generator and cloak engine are unharmed. Yalen and Ian had only just finished restoring power to the sensor arrays, and we are having Entreprise analyse its old star maps and local stellar signatures in order to triangulate where we have ended up.”

Xander frowned as he linked himself to Enterprise, he could sense minor damage to the ship’s hull which none on board had yet detected. Parts of the power conduits near the cargo bay leading to the engine room had melted under extreme heat. A portion of the ship’s database was corrupted, though the more essential data remains accessible. From the ship’s log, Enterprise exited hyperspace 72 earth minutes ago, with the ship’s cloak being activated 15 minutes after hyperspace exit. Sensors were restored 20 minutes ago.

The ship’s scanners had already triangulated the stellar objects in the local system they found themselves in. A giant ice planet revolving around a distant red Sun, the distance too great to provide warmth for the lone planet in the system. A thick and hazardous asteroid belt hang in between the ice planet and Sun, hinting that there might have been more planetary bodies in the system during distant past, of which there were now no more.

Enterprise had already scanned distant cosmic signatures and had tried to match them with those in its database, but the results returned were filled with errors. Pulling out of the connection with a frown, Xander moved to get out of bed. A wave of dizziness quickly passed, with Tain stabilising him by the arm.

“I will need to repair the Enterprise.” Xander said as he squat down, hands touching the floor of his room.

Gritting his teeth Xander slammed his hand down on the floor, flooding Enterprise with his Power of Repair. A power that taps on his now limited resources to repair buildings, structures or mechanical units.

The magic that flowed out of him into Enterprise was unhampered. Xander gave small thanks that at least his powers was still working as normal before slamming his hands down on the floor again and again, slowly repairing Enterprise.

In less than a minute, Xander managed to repair the ship, which cost him 25 gold and 20 lumber out of his limited stockpile. While the resources used was not a lot, he was beginning to feel the pinch of their loss.

Through his connection to the ship, he ordered it to triangulate their position in space again with the repaired database. Within seconds, the ship had churned out their most possible location. With the intact initial scans Entreprise initially took of nearby cosmic bodies and factoring calculation of stellar drift on the old star maps, Entreprise was able to formulate with 91.25% certainty of their current stellar position.

“This can’t be right.” Xander said getting up in shock, commanding Entreprise to recalculate their position again.

“What is wrong Xander?” Tain asked even as Entreprise mentally reported back the same stellar position to Xander.

A hint of horror and fear crossed Xander’s face as he turned to look at Tain. “Entreprise has calculated our position… We are no longer within the Milky Way galaxy… According to the Entreprise, we are now at the outer southern rim of the Pegasus Galaxy…” Xander said faintly. “Entreprise estimate that we will need to travel 3,527,983,032 light years to reach Earth which even at our best speed… will take us 74 years and 6 months.”

“Not everyone will be able to make the trip.” Tain said grimly, instantly understanding the seriousness of the situation. “What about waygates? Can we use them to cross the distance back to earth?”

“The lore of the waygates did state they allow for planar passage.” Xander said biting his lips. “But crossing intergalactic distance seems to be stretching it a little. I have no idea if they will work over such a distance to be honest but it is worth a try. I need solid ground to build though. I could build it on Entreprise’s outer hull, but there’s no telling how my magic would interact with a unit I created. And since Entreprise is our only transport in space at the moment, I will rather not risk it.”

“What about building it on the nearby ice planet or one of the larger asteroid?” Tain asked, offering alternatives.

“The ice planet might be the better choice.” Xander said with a reluctant nod. “Good thing we managed to secure those spacesuits through Wolfram and Hart. I never expected to put them into use so soon.”

“It is a good thing we planned for space walks… But what should we tell the others?” Tain asked as they walked out of Xander’s room.

“The truth… if this doesn’t work… we need to think of other alternatives.” Xander said grimly.


Joyce felt a chill crawl down her back as she listened to Yalen explain the current crisis they were facing. “So you are telling me we are… in another galaxy… and it is going to take us 70+ years to reach Earth by starship.” Joyce said numbly, gone was the sense of wonder she had felt just a little over an hour ago as they flew into space.

The sight of the glowing light with a man’s face trying to kill Xander, and whatever Dawn had done to save them at the cost of her own wellbeing had pretty much snapped Joyce out of her sense of adventure.

Her youngest was still lying unconscious on her bed even though Tain had healed her physical injuries. Buffy and herself had been lying vigil next to Dawn’s bed for the past hour while the others tried to keep the ship operational and prepare for any more attacks while Xander was out.

“We might be able to return to Earth through the waygates.” Yalen said, trying to sound optimistic. “Xander already has wisps building a new waygate at Giles’ mansion ground while he build a connecting one on the ice planet we have just landed on.”

“What happens if it doesn’t work?” Joyce asked, trying to hold her emotions together as she looked down at Dawn’s still form. “What if Dawn doesn’t wake up while we are stuck here? My daughter needs help, help that no one on this ship can provide.”

“Mom.” Buffy said, lying a hand on her arm. “We will get back to Earth I promise you. Xander has a lot of resources and power, I am sure that with him and his people, they will be able to think of a way to get us back.”

Joyce took in a deep breath as she looked at Buffy’s wavering smile. She could see the fear on her daughter’s face, but her eldest was holding it back most probably for her sake. “I am sorry Buffy, you are right, we should stay positive.”

“So how soon will we know if the waygates work?” Buffy asked looking at Yalen who was suddenly frowning.

“We know now… Xander just updated me telepathically… The waygate is unable to establish a connection back.” Yalen said grimly. “Xander and Tain are returning to the ship, he is asking us to meet him at the living room… to discuss our next plan of action.”


The first time he tried on an actual spacesuit was when Wolfram and Hart finalised the deal with one of their tech contact to deliver a shipment of ten working spacesuits to him. The suits were supposed to be an adaption of those used by NASA, and were certified for vacuum work. As Xander stepped into the airlock at the end of the cargo bay, decked in one of the spacesuit with Tain following close behind him, he could only hope that the piece of earth tech works as advertised. If it failed… well at least he could not get any more dead, being an undead and all.

Stepping out onto the ice planet in the cumbersome spacesuit, Xander stumbled and nearly flew out of the airlock until Tain grabbed and stabilised him. The ice planet only have half of Earth’s gravity and though the part of the planet they landed on was hovering at 5 degree Celsius, the temperature survivable by humans in proper winter gear, the air was mainly hydrogen and trace amounts of oxygen, which would lead to asphyxiation in minutes. Being an undead wearing the ring of Amara, Xander doubted he needed the suit, but there was no point in taking unnecessary risk especially with Buffy and the others depending on him.

Making small careful steps in case he flew off the ground, Xander struggled to walk a distance away from Entreprise so that he could begin constructing the waygate.

“This seems to be far enough.” Tain said through the communication channel in the spacesuits.

Xander nodded as he crotched down carefully, laying his hands on the greenish brown ground interlace with what seemed to be ice crystals. Pulling on his power, he begin moulding his internal resources into the energy needed for construction.

Hammering on the ground carefully, the outline of the waygate took form before solidifying at the end of its construction. Though the whole process took barely less than a minute, it felt like an eternity to Xander in his spacesuit.

The moment the waygate was completed, Tain quickly moved up the stairs. His hands were already dancing deftly on the crystal controls at the right side of the waygate by the time Xander had made his way next to him.

A small yellow crystal screen lit up with numerous dark spots and one white glowing spots. Tain was pressing on the white spot to no avail.

“This waygate can detect the connected and unconnected waygates back on Earth… but it is unable to establish a direct connection to the unconnected waygate you build back home.” Tain said in frustration.

“So there’s a distance limit. Damn.” Xander said as his shoulders slouched. “We need to tell the others and think of another way back home.”

“With so many brilliant minds back on Earth, I am sure one of mages will be able to figure out something.” Tain said trying to sound comforting as they returned to the airlock.

“That is provided the Ascended did not come after us again while we are out here.” Xander grimly. “If we are going to be stuck here for long, I will need to build us more protection.”


There was the pain and the darkness that much she remembered clearly. Dawn never thought of herself as a particularly brave person but after she had learn what Buffy was, and what she herself was, she had tried to be braver, to be stronger.

Perhaps deep down she had wanted to be able to measure up as the so called “sister-clone” of Buffy. She had seen some of the elves and humans Xander had created, even a minotaur once. She had heard tales of fantastic adventures from Willow once she and her mom were brought into the circle, but she never would have imagined charging at one of the supernatural dangers that Buffy and Xander faced on a near daily basis.

Strange knowledge of what to do had flowed into her head. She could still remember the patterns, the green energies. She had somehow destroyed the being hurting Xander only to find herself here after blacking out from pain.

A massive and strangely beautiful forest was in front of her as she hovered in a sea of white and blue. Occasionally red and blue lights would run across the skies and Dawn wondered for a moment if she was dead and this was heaven. As the lights flickered across the immerse expanse of the sky, they revealed what seemed like transparent shadowy reflections of the massive floating forest in front of her.

Struggling for a moment in mid-air, Dawn finally figured that she could move by somehow willingly herself to go in a certain direction. The sensation was strange as she glided through the air with just her thoughts, landing on solid ground at the edge of the forest.

Dawn knew that logically she should be feeling fear by now, but somehow the only emotions this place was stirring up for her was peace, pride and strangely… grief and regret.

Peering into the depths of the forest from the edge, Dawn gave a startled gasp as the trees and shrubbery began to move, creating a dirt path right in front of her. For a moment she just stared at the path, before she began to move forward carefully. There was no other place to go, and if this was truly the afterlife, she should have nothing to fear… right?

The path lead her past strange plant life she had never seen before, some were so bizarre yet strangely beautiful that Dawn was sure they were not from Earth. It was as she reached her hand out to brush away a bunch of hanging brambles in her path that something strange happened.

The brambles dissolved into green motes of glowing energies that began to zip around the air before her, leaving a trail of rapidly vanishing green light. It took a moment before Dawn saw that the dancing lights were moving in a pattern, a very familiar pattern.

“Wild growth.” A musical voice spoke behind her, causing Dawn to jump. A beautiful short haired reddish blond woman stepped out from behind a row of large trees. She was dressed in a green flowing gown as though she had just stepped out of a ballroom. The woman smiled at Dawn. “If you stop to listen, you can hear it grow.”

“What?” Dawn asked, stammering in shock.

“You shouldn’t be here child.” The woman said sadly. “My time is over, but yours have only just begun.”

“What do you mean?” Dawn asked. “Where is this place? And… do I know you? You seem… familiar…”

The woman just smiled at her as she began waving her hands in the air. A pattern of white and blue energies began to take form in front of her. “We are but one of different beginnings. Though after what you just did… there is now more than one of each of us. You need to return and recover. Go back to your family soul sister, we will meet again.”

Staring blankly at the woman, Dawn was about to ask her what she meant when the pattern began to swirl around her, forming a tunnel of pure white light, forcing Dawn to close her eyes even as she shouted in shock. Trying to twist out of the tunnel, she felt something move around her and then she was falling, hitting hard ground.

Opening her eyes, she found herself back in her room in Entreprise, face down on the floor next to her bed.

“Dawn!” Her mother’s voice cried out in relief and then she was scoped up in a warm embrace.

“Ah…” Dawn said trying to come to terms with what just happened to her, and then noticed the tears slipping out of her mother’s eyes. “So… what er happened, and why are you crying?”


Author’s Note: To summarise, whatever Dawn did to rescue Xander, the energies from the Ascended and the energies the Ascended extracted from Xander have to go somewhere. As those energies were flaring up all over the ship while it was trapped in hyperspace, those energies basically cloned the ship and its crew as Dawn instinctively shunt them into alternate realities.

This will be the premise of the branching stories for the Shattered Universes. The clones of Xander and company find themselves with limited resources in other Earths/Worlds. Because the amount of energy shunted to each reality might be different, it could lead to different results during their arrival. Not all might be cloned, or the ship could destabilise and implode, or only Xander himself surviving when the life support on Entreprise died while he was unconscious.

As the energies from the Ascended and Terin were split across the cloned Xanders, they are now limited and might not retain all their original building blueprints.

I will concentrate on the original universe and the shattered verse #1 for now. If anyone wants to play around with the idea of a Warcraft III type peasant/vampire Xander in other universes, you can create your own spins. Considering my update speed >.<” I am not going to say no if anyone wants a go at the story.


Before the Shattering

Xander’s Blueprints:

Warcraft III Buildings

  • Neutral
  • Orcs
  • Human
  • Night Elves
  • Undead


Earth Buildings

  • Spike and Drusilla’s Mansion
  • Crypts and Tombs (Sunnydale)
  • Townhall (Sunnydale)
  • Sewer System (Sunnydale)
  • Secret Tunnel (Sunnydale, Amara cache)
  • Swiss Royal Hotel (Sunnydale central)
  • Wolfram and Hart (Los Angeles)
  • Alliance City Structures (Around the World)
  • Others (thousands and close to a million of Earth buildings. A number are variations of same buildings but with different people as they move in and out.)


Shattered Universe #0

Xander’s Blueprints:

Warcraft III Buildings

  • Orcs – All retained
  • Neutral – All retained
  • Human – All retained
  • Night Elves – All retained
  • Undead – Only retained Boneyard, Tomb of Relics, Haunted Goldmine and the Nerubian Tower


Earth Buildings

  • Spike and Drusilla’s Mansion
  • Townhall (Sunnydale)
  • Secret Tunnel (Sunnydale, Amara cache)
  • Swiss Royal Hotel (Sunnydale central)
  • Wolfram and Hart (Los Angeles)
  • Alliance City Structures (Around the World)
  • Others (less than a hundred of Earth buildings. A number of which are variations of the same building.)


Dawn’s Library:

  • Tranquility – Green(1), (2)
  • Not of This World – (7)
  • Wild Growth – Green(1)
  • Phasing


Next up: Interlude – Earth Born 24, The Cities of Magic, Global Alliance Mega Corp

Earth Born Units – 24

  • Deputy Mayor Finch of Sunnydale
  • Hotel Deconstruction – 23
    • Affected by Halloween Night
      • Percy – Laguna Loire (FF8)
      • Riley – Babarian Overlord (MM3)
      • Dixon – Prince Charming (Folklore/Fairy Tale)
      • Forrest – Werewolf (Mythology)
      • Graham – Dressed as himself
      • Daniel “Oz” Osbourne – Bard (FFT)
      • Owen Thurman – Tarzan
    • Normals
      • Buffy-Verse
        • Jeffrey Walken
        • Scott Hope
        • Devon MacLeish
        • Peter Clarner
        • Debbie Foley
        • Janice Penshaw and her parents
        • Joan Appleby “Chanterelle”
      • Chuck-Verse
        • Charles Irving “Chuck” Bartowski
        • Dr. Eleanor “Ellie” Bartowski
        • Dr. Devon “Captain Awesome” Woodcomb
        • Drs. Woody and Honey Woodcomb and their two sons

Alliance Cities (Stats as of the Shattering: 25 Alliance cities and 72 Alliance outposts)

  • Sunnydale – California, United States
  • Twilight – Alberta, Canada


Next up: Shattering #1 – Wheel of Time/The Ultimate Peasant

Xander’s Blueprints:

Warcraft III Buildings

  • Orcs – All lost
  • Neutral – Only retained Goblin Shipyard and Fountain of Mana
  • Human – Only retained Scout Tower, Blacksmith and Town Hall
  • Night Elves – Only retained Tree of Life, Ancient of the Wind, Chimaera Roost and Ancient of Wonders
  • Undead – Only retained Sacrificial Pit, Slaughter House and Temple of the Damned

Earth Buildings

  • Swiss Royal Hotel (Sunnydale central)
  • Others (less than fifty Earth buildings. A number of which are variations of the same building.)

Note from Wraithrune (28th Aug 2016)

Hi guys, this is just a short note to say I am still writing. Finally found a good job where I got my work life balance back.

Sorry for the dry spell in my story updates, I am having difficulties continuing my current stories after such a long break from writing. I have drafted out the outlines of several new story chapters, but I keep having difficulties putting them down into new usable sentences.

Been writing short drafts of new story plots to get myself back in gear but it has been rough going.

Hopefully I will get over my block soon.

Luv Wraithrune

Phantom Brave – Chapter One

Story Title: Phantom Brave

Crossover: Naruto/Phantom Brave

Author: Wraithrune

Version: 2.0

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Phantom Brave or Naruto, this is just a fan written fiction.

Summary: During the battle with Haku, Kyubi’s attempt to break out of the seal caused Naruto to obtain a new bloodline. For he is now the summoner of the dead.

Author’s Note: Marona is a game character from Phantom Brave who could summon the dead into physical bodies to use as her army. Now Naruto’s got the same ability…

As of July 2016 – Phantom Brave is being rewritten. Changes to the plot to be expected.


Chapter One – Phantom bloodline

During the battle at Wave Village, Naruto & Sasuke vs Haku

He had been so happy at getting the C-Rank mission that he had not thought of the consequences, about the fact that his team just might not be ready for this. A simple escort mission had spiraled out of control, with a missing nin out to end their client’s life.

Team 7 could have turned back and returned to Konoha when they found out. After all, old man Tazuna had deceived them, thus breaking the contract between him and Konoha. But all four of them had made the decision to stay after hearing about the plight of Wave village. It was only now that Naruto realised having good intentions did not miraculously grant any of the fresh Genin in the team the skills to beat more experienced ninja. He had been hopelessly naive in his thinking, they all were. His team was outmatched against the enemies, and now they would pay the price.

Naruto roared with despair and hatred, his hands shaking as he cradled Sasuke’s lifeless body close to him. Sasuke had saved him because he had been too slow to avoid the hail of senbon unleashed by the ninja hiding within the ice mirrors. Sasuke had saved Naruto with his own life. Tears streaked down Naruto’s face as he trembled with anger. This was never supposed to happen, none of them were supposed to die.

A dark roaring emotion burned within his heart. It was as though time itself stood still as the darkness within him burst out of his body in a cloak of malicious red chakra, altering him into something else.

His face shifted into a more feral appearance, his eyes grew more fox like and even his nails became longer. Naruto paid them no mind, because he now felt immensely powerful. There was a part of his subconscious that instinctively knew he had a fighting chance now. He would use this power to kill that hated ninja hiding within the ice mirrors.

Naruto settled Sasuke’s dead body gently onto the ground as he crouched on all fours. One thought ran through his rage consumed mind. The ninja would DIE.


Sealed within Naruto’s body, the nine-tailed fox, Kurama, felt the shifting of vast chakra as Naruto unwittingly tapped into Kurama’s power during the height of his despair. A wellspring of dark emotion that connected a direct path from Naruto’s psyche to Kurama. The giant fox stirred in his cage, perhaps now was the time to act, to break free at last! A plan formed in Kurama’s mind as the fox grinned.

In one focused blast, the nine-tailed fox sent nine full tails of his chakra slamming into the death seal that trapped him behind the cage.

But there was one thing Kurama did not take into account for. The Yondaime sacrificed his life by tapping into the power of the Death God to keep Kurama sealed within his son. The power of Death was more powerful than any tailed beasts in existence.

The chaotic and malevolent energies of hatred possessed by Kurama slammed into the entropic energy that made up his prison, creating a volatile explosion of unstable power. A deeply weakened Kurama was blasted into the back of his cell by the force, knocking him unconscious.

Meanwhile, the swirling and deadly mixture of malevolent and entropic energies merged and formed into an advanced chakra combination never before seen. A thick stream of yellow green chakra began flowing through Naruto’s body, deeper and deeper into all of his cells, changing the young boy forever…


The warped and disorientating sensation of folding herself within her ice mirror was one that Haku had gotten used to after years of training. Zabuza had once hypothesised that her bloodline allowed her to somehow bend space-time within ice itself, but since neither of them were chakra scholars or seal masters, the science behind how her bloodline worked had always been a mystery.

Most of the ice element techniques that Haku devised had come from years of trials and errors via sometimes deadly experimentation. Though she was certain her skills were still far from the level of most Jonin ninjas, Haku had been reasonably assured of her victories against the three young Konoha Genin that Zabuza and her were up against.

It had been a surprise when young Sasuke Uchiha managed to activate the legendary Sharingan bloodline during the short battle, but the real shock was what happened after that. The young likeable blond kid she had met, only a few days before in the flower fields, had seemingly underwent a drastic transformation after the apparent “death” of his friend and teammate.

Red chakra had begun pouring out of the boy’s body in a spiral. The ice senbons Haku had sent piercing into his body begun popping out, falling onto the floor as his body began to heal at a rapid rate. As more and more of the red chakra poured out of his body, an air of great killing intent surrounded the area.

Even the boy’s facial appearance was transformed, his face becoming more fox like as he crouched onto the floor on all fours, as if ready to pounce onto Haku like an animal.

Haku tensed within her ice mirror, preparing to defend herself when all of a sudden there was an audible snap in the energies permeating the air. The red chakra around the young boy vanished as if it was never there. The blond boy was slammed into the floor by some unseen force, even as a shimmering of strange but beautiful yellow and green chakra began whirling around the boy,creating a sparkling storm of chakra around his entire body.

Haku watched in fascination. What in the world was happening?

And then just as suddenly, the yellow and green chakra was gone as well. The blond boy stood up staring around him in confusion. The look of ferocity on his face and his claw like nails had vanished.

What the boy could not see was that streaks of green now ran through his blond hair, and in both his bright sapphire eyes, rims of the purest green surrounded his blue pupils.

It was obvious the boy possessed some strange powers, most probably a bloodline of some sort. But Haku had never heard of a bloodline whose identifiable markers were quite like what she had seen on the blond boy.

As Haku took a moment to contemplate what to do, the boy suddenly jerked towards his friend’s unresponsive body, rushing forward and swiping at the air as if trying to defend the body from some unseen assailant, and then the boy started talking to the air.


Naruto got up blearily. First there was the vicious red chakra that had powered him up. Then all of a sudden he was surrounded by a peace inducing yellow green chakra that had overwhelmed him. Naruto could feel the strange chakra doing something strange within him, which was why when the yellow green chakra had disappeared and he could finally stand up on his own, he was relieved to find himself unchanged, with no extra arms or any body parts falling off.

As he was wondering what the hell had happened to him, a movement at the edge of his eye caught his attention. Naruto felt a chill went down his spine at the sight of an unknown woman with long black hair sitting next to Sasuke’s fallen body.

How the woman managed to get past Naruto without him seeing or detecting it was a mystery, but Naruto knew he had to protect Sasuke’s body from further harm.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing! Get away from him!” Naruto cried out, rushing forward with a punch. The punch went through the woman, causing Naruto to screech in shock and stumble backwards.

The woman turned around, the brief look of hopelessness in her eyes vanishing as she laid eyes on Naruto. Her eyes flickered to Naruto’s hair and then his eyes , shock crossing her face.

You can see me? Those green hair and eyes… I see… I’ve heard of the bloodline existing in other worlds, I am just not aware this world has the bloodline as well.” The woman said in surprise before looking at Naruto intently. “Please, you’ve got to listen to me, Sasuke’s still alive, I am not sure why that female ninja did not kill him, but if you don’t listen to me, the two of you might very well be dead!”

“Sasuke’s alive?” Naruto asked in shock even as he looked towards the ice mirror where the enemy ninja was in. “And she’s a girl?”

“Yes, he’s still alive. The enemy nin only strike at his acupoints to send him into a death like slumber.” The woman said, a look of urgency in her eyes. “Listen to me, I am a phantom, a dead spirit who had refused to move on, you might have unlocked a rare bloodline which allows you to see me and I hope summon me as well. Follow my instructions and you may survive this.”

“I can see the dead?” Naruto stepping backwards a little in shock, the events of the past few minutes were overwhelming him. But having the hope that Sasuke might be alive was enough for him to take the leap of faith. “But what’s the catch? Why are you willing to help us?”

The woman looked down at Sasuke sadly before looking at Naruto earnestly. “I am Mikoto Uchiha, Sasuke’s mother, and I am not going to allow my son to follow me into the death realm!”

Naruto gasped, staring wide-eyed at the woman before him in shock. Now that she had mentioned it, he could see similarities in the facial structure of Sasuke and the woman, the most obvious was the delicate jaw line and cheek bones.

“Follow my instructions Naruto.” Mikoto instructed as she looked sternly at Naruto. “I’ve only heard of your bloodline from the spirits in the death realm. What I heard is just idle gossip, but I distinctly remembered that those with your bloodline are supposed to tag your chakra to the spirit who had sworn fealty to you. You can then channel that chakra into an inanimate object so that you can summon the spirit.”

Naruto blanched. “That sounds like it requires a lot of chakra control, mine isn’t really that good…”

“Try it! Or Sasuke and you will both be joining me.” Mikoto snapped angrily. She walked up to Naruto and placed a phantom arm on Naruto. “I Mikoto Uchiha swear fealty to Naruto Uzumaki, in a pact of summoner and spirit.”

A blaze of white light flared into being for a second around the area where Mikoto had touched him, and suddenly Naruto could sense Mikoto’s presence in his mind. He could feel her dread and worry for Sasuke who was currently lying motionless on the ground.

Concentrating, Naruto sent out a thread of chakra towards Mikoto’s spirit. Knowing that he lacked the delicate control of expand out his chakra through long distances, Naruto instead took out his remaining spare kunai and tag it with his chakra.

A strange stirring sensation blossomed within him, as Naruto felt the end of his chakra which was touching Mikoto and the other end of the chakra wrapping around the spare kunai connect. Both ends pulled at each other, seemingly transforming his chakra into a chakra rope with both sides asserting opposing forces.

There was an audible snap, and a large portion of his chakra coiled into the kunai, with Mikoto vanishing before his eyes. The kunai began to warp and Naruto quickly flung it away from him.

Green yellow energies swirled around the thrown kunai, dissolving it into orbs of green yellow particles that grew into a swirling storm before resolving into a human form. Mikoto Uchiha stepped out of the swiftly fading yellow and green mist in physical form, her body casting a shadow on the ground.

“I have been waiting for this.” Mikoto said with a vicious smile as she turned towards the enemy nin hiding in the mirror. Her hands flashed through several handseals. “Don’t worry, since you’ve spared my son, I’ll only beat you half to death.”

A large fire dragon erupted from Mikoto’s lips even as the enemy nin barely jumped away from the doomed ice mirror. Behind the two combatants, Naruto rushed towards Sasuke and began picking the various ice senbons off his body. Mikoto had said that Sasuke was still alive, and Naruto was going to make sure nothing was going to happen to Sasuke now.


The mist hanging over the bridge began to clear as Kakashi wearily dug his hand out of Zabuza’s stomach. The chidori attack had killed the missing nin, but it had also cost Kakashi most of his remaining chakra.

Kakashi stumbled as he half walked, half ran towards the area he had last seen Naruto and Sasuke. He had felt the Kyuubi’s chakra escape from Naruto during the battle, though it had vanished shortly afterwards. Though he was not a religious man, Kakashi muttered a prayer, hoping that Naruto remained unharmed.

The last of the mist vanished as Zabuza was no longer around to maintain the fog technique. The sight before him however caused Kakashi to ground to a halt as his eyes widened. Shock swept through his body as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

It was not the sight of Naruto beside an unconscious Sasuke that caused him to be unable to move. No it was the sight of a beautiful long haired woman dressed in Uchiha clan clothing, her arm clutching the unconscious body of an enemy ninja next to her that chilled Kakashi’s heart.

“Mi…koto?” Kakashi asked in dread even as part of him screamed that it was not possible.

“Yes Kakashi?” The long haired woman asked, turning around to face Kakashi. Her appearance was as what Kakashi had remembered of the older woman… when she was still alive. The Mikoto look alike smiled at Kakashi. “You’ve really grown up, I could still remembered the time when you were in diapers and your mother brought you around the Uchiha compound. Such a sweet little toddler. Tsienso was so proud of you.”

Mikoto paused as she stared off at the end of the bridge when the loud sound of footsteps interrupted her. Kakashi turned, his mouth twisting into a grim line as he saw Gato and a large group of mercenaries walking towards them. Too much was happening at the same time, and Kakashi was still too drained from the previous battle with Zabuza to deal with this new threat. But he knew he had to try.

“Leave them to me Kakashi.” Mikoto said as she walked forward, dropping the second enemy nin next to him. “From the looks of it, you’re almost out of chakra. You really need to control that… Sharingan of yours. I will teach you some tricks when there’s time, since it seems I am going to be around for a while. Make sure this little ninja don’t try to run away. She spared Sasuke, I want to know why.”

Before Kakashi could find the words to counter her, Mikoto had strolled forward, standing in front of Gato and his men.

“Look boss, a women, and quite a sweet piece at that, can we have her after all this is over?” One of the mercenaries leered at the sight of Mikoto.

“Of course.” Gato chuckled. “Just remember to burn the whole village to the ground before that.”

“How about I burn all of you first?” Mikoto asked, smiling sweetly at the dirty unkempt men in front of her, her hands flashing into a series of handseals. A large fire dragon burst from her lips, slamming into the suddenly fearful Gato and his mercenaries before they could escape.

It took short work for a ninja of Mikoto’s level to end Gato and his hired goons. The smell of incinerated flesh wafted across the bridge. Mikoto suddenly stumbled as her body seemingly began shuddering uncontrollably.

“I guess my times’ up.” Mikoto whispered smiling at a stunned Kakashi. Before Kakashi’s astonished eyes, Mikoto dissolved into orbs of yellow green light. The sound of a kunai falling out of the light orbs onto the stone bridge surface startled Kakashi. Moving forward, he picked up the kunai which had the sigil of Konoha’s academy, one of the gifts given to newly graduated Genin. Which means it must have been from one of his charges.

At the front of the bridge, a crowd of Wave’s villagers had gathered, wielding pitchforks and kitchen knives, with young Inari at the front of the crowd, wearing a pot as a helmet. Apparently the villagers of Wave had finally mustered the guts to fight for their own freedom. They might have came too late to deal with Gato and his men, but the fact that they have finally found the courage to fight, spoke volumes of their willingness to take charge of their lives once more.

The large crowd had grounded to a halt in front of Sakura and Tazuna who had managed to scuttle behind a pile of bridge building materials for safety. All bore looks of disbelief on their faces as the lack of fog cover gave them a clear view of the length of the bridge.

“What happened?” One of the villagers asked, as the crowd looked at the pile of charred bodies deposited at the end of the bridge, where the construction had halted halfway. “Inari rounded up all of us… told us Gato and his men were supposed to be here…”

“I believe those are the charred remains of Gato and his men.” Kakashi said pointing towards the burned mass of bodies even as the eyes of the villagers widened. Looks of awe, fear, joy and disgust alternated among those in the crowd. “You might want to clear their bodies off the bridge before the afternoon sun makes the stink unbearable.”

Inari ran to the edge of the bridge and began vomiting. Tazuna however straightened, a look of determination crossed his face.

“All the women get the children back to the village.” Tazuna ordered as he ruffled Inari’s hair. “You did good Inari, I am proud of you. Now I need you to go back with the others.”

Tazuna then turned to the villagers and bellowed. “The men to me! These kind ninjas disposed of Gato and his men, the least we can do is to clear their bodies!”

“Don’t touch that one.” Kakashi pointed to Zabuza’s corpse before turning to glance at the side of the bridge where Naruto was helping Sasuke off the floor. “I’ll bury that one myself. Naruto, how’s Sasuke?”

“I… I am awake sensei.” Sasuke’s shaky voice said. The young Uchiha took a look around him in disorientation. “What happened while I was out?”

“You wouldn’t believe it!” Naruto spoke loudly with excitement. “I got a bloodline and I was able to summon the dead! I even summon your…”

“Naruto!” Kakashi barked out, stopping Naruto in mid-sentence as the older ninja finally understood the cause of Mikoto’s appearance. As he took a closer look at Naruto, he realised that the young boy’s appearance had undergone slight changes.

There were green streaks running through Naruto’s blond hair and…

‘There are green rims in your eyes Naruto.” Sasuke said looking at Naruto even as he laughed off the possibilities of Naruto’s alleged bloodline. “And how can you summon the dead, that’s impossible.”

“But I…” Naruto began indignantly even as Sakura gave a squeak and ran towards Sasuke in joy.

“Team 7!” Kakashi said in a loud voice that broke no arguments. “We’ll talk about this after you’ve helped to secure this enemy ninja, bury Zabuza’s body and return to Tazuna’s home. Until then, Naruto, don’t say a word.”

“But!” Naruto whined but quickly stopped at Kakashi’s warning look. The younger boy sulked as he stumbled towards Kakashi digging out a rope from his pouch. Behind him, Sasuke was trying to shrug off Sakura who was hugging him. Unfortunately the young Uchiha was too weak to push her away.

As Naruto neared, Kakashi moved closer to him.

“Naruto you said you can summon the dead. Does that refer to Sasuke’s mother?” Kakashi asked in a low voice.

Naruto brightened up as someone seemed to believe him.

“Yeah!” Naruto paused as Kakashi gripped his arms.

“Say in a softer voice.” Kakashi warned before asking. “Can you summon her again?”

“Erm…” Naruto said as he turned his head to one side as if listening to someone. “She says that the stay in the temporarily body had disrupted her spirit essence, she can probably be summoned again after a few hours of rest.”

Naruto turned his head to one side as if listening to someone unseen. “She says she’ll return to the death realm in the meantime to find out more about my bloodline.”

Kakashi stumbled back, his head light-headed even as he thought about the possibilities of Naruto’s bloodline. He would of course need to verify the authenticity of Naruto’s bloodline, but if it works as the boy said it does… and enemy ninja villages heard of it… Kakashi pressed his lips together grimly he did not want to think of the consequences. Throughout history, wars had been started over enemy acquisition of valuable bloodlines.

“Naruto, I want you to promise me this. Do not to say a word about your bloodline to anyone. No one, you understand? Your bloodline is an… oddity and we will need to verify it with the Hokage.” Kakashi said sternly as he gripped Naruto’s arms to emphasize his point. “Until then, I am labelling this as an SS rank secret.”

“An SS rank secret?” Naruto said, stars shining in his eyes. “But why?”

“Naruto, your bloodline is an impossibility, but if it proves real, do you know how many ninja villages would want it?” Kakashi said in a low voice. “A war might break out if words get out about the existence of such a bloodline. I want you to promise me not to tell anyone, not even Sakura and Sasuke. If anyone asked, just say you were joking earlier and that the woman was a family friend who helped you.”

“But that would make them think I am lying.” Naruto protested with a frown as he looked at Sasuke who had somehow managed to get out of Sakura’s grasp and was walking towards Naruto and Kakashi, with Sakura following behind like a puppy.

“They wouldn’t believe it anyway, it would be too impossible for them to acknowledge.” Kakashi stated. “But until we talk with the Hokage, I want you to promise not to say a word of it.”

“Alright.” Naruto said conceding with a long suffering sigh. “This sucks, I finally got a bloodline but I can’t tell anyone about it.”

Naruto turned to one side as if listening to a voice before looking at Kakashi.

“Mikoto san says she wants Sasuke to know though. She says…” Naruto’s eyes widened as he stared at Kakashi. “She says she’ll beat you up, like the last time you stole her baked cookies, if you stop her.”

“I see… Well I guess if your bloodline is real, Sasuke should at the very least, be allowed to see her. We’ll talk tomorrow when you can summon her again.” Kakashi said as he moved away. “In the meantime if anyone asked about your hair and eyes, say that it’s a chakra accident.”

“What’s wrong with my hair and eyes?” Naruto demanded even as Kakashi gave a little wave, walking towards Zabuza’s body.

Naruto grumbled as no one answered him, bending down to tie the enemy ninja whom Mikoto had left alive. He gasped as her mask fell away.

“Hey! It’s that guy from before!” Naruto said in shock just as Sakura and Sasuke reached him. “Wait a minute… Mikoto san said she is a girl, why did the enemy nin tell me she is a guy?”


Haku woke up groggily to find her hands and legs bond. Instantly she came to full awareness as she saw the Copy Cat ninja, Kakashi, and his Genin team gathered in front of what looked like a burial plot as they lowered a body down into it.

Shock gripped her as she recognized Zabuza’s pale form.

“NO! Zabuza sama!” Haku screamed in grief as her mentor and caretaker’s body was lowered into the hole that had been dug.

The three members of the Genin team spurn around to look at her as she screamed. Kakashi remained unaffected as he continued lowering the body into the ground out of Haku’s sight.

“Hey! You’re awake.” The blond boy said as he walked forward with a frown. “You’re that girl from before, and you made me think you’re a guy all these time! I even checked to make sure…”

“You what?” The pink haired girl beside him sounded incensed as she slammed a punch into the boy’s head. “No wonder I thought her clothes were a bit messed up! You pervert!”

Beside them, the black haired boy was muttering about idiots. Haku paid all of it no mind as tears streamed down her face. Hopelessness swept through her, at the thought that her most precious person was disappearing in front of her eyes.

“Kill me.” Haku suddenly said to the ninjas who looked at her in shock. “Why did you not kill me yet? Just kill me!”

The three teenagers stared frozen in place, as Haku began to sob.

“I am afraid there’s still someone that wants you very much alive. Until then you’re our prisoner.” Kakashi said dryly. “I’ve placed chakra draining seals on you, so don’t bother about escaping. Team 7, help me dig the earth to cover Zabuza’s grave.”

As the teenagers moved to pick up shovels, Haku tried to stand on her legs that were tied.

“Wait! Please let me do that for him… with my own hands. Please let me at least do this one thing for him. Please I beg you, I wouldn’t try to run away, please let me do this…” Haku cried out, trying to stumble forward through her tears.

For a moment Kakashi and his Genin team just stared back at her. But then the blond haired kid moved forward, taking out a kunai.

“Naruto what do you think you are doing?” Kakashi barked out as Naruto began hacking at the ropes binding Haku’s hands and legs.

“She already has those chakra seal things on her. You told us before that she can’t do any ninja techniques now right? Let her at least do this one last thing for someone she cares about.” Naruto said looking down at the ground, not looking at Kakashi.

Freed at last, Haku ran forward, leaning down to look at Zabuza as she cried. She ignored the shovel the pink haired girl tried to give her as she scooped up handfuls of earth down into the grave.

“Zabuza sama, wait for me.” Haku said sobbing as she rained more earth down to cover the body. Haku paused as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see the blond kid smiling in a reassuring way at her as he looked at the empty air above the grave.

“Don’t worry, Zabuza will be watching over you, that’s what he said.” The blond kid smiled encouragingly.

Haku never noticed Kakashi stiffening as he shot his student a concerned look. All she saw was the earth and Zabuza sama’s unmoving corpse, as she continued filling the grave.



Nin: ninja

Missing Nin: A ninja acquitted of betraying their respective Hidden Villages.

Rise of the Ultimate Peasant (BtVS/ WC3/ Multiple) Interlude – Surviving the Darkness

Author’s Note: Back after a long hiatus. The previous drafts of Book 2 will be scraped and reused in the follow-up continuation.


<< Chapter 1 to 3

Story Title: Rise of the Ultimate Peasant

Crossover: BtVS/ Warcraft III/ Stargate/ Multiple

Disclaimer: I do not own, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Warcraft games verse, Stargate TV verse, or any other fandoms I will be dabbling in. This is a work of fan fiction. Written without profit, for the enjoyment of fans of these great fandoms.

Summary: Magic is gone from the world, and chaos rides the winds. In a battle for supernatural survival, those that seek to protect and defend need to band together… to create the Alliance.

Drusilla and Spike’s Interlude – Surviving the Darkness

1.0 – Re-souled

Two and a half months before the death of magic…

Euphoria filled her shuddering body as the glistering and powerful blood on her lips seeped into her stained and unworthy veins. Collapsing onto the floor as a warmth unlike any other she had ever felt wrapped itself around her body like a warm embrace of her parents. Her parents before they had begun to despise her… her parents who were long murdered by Angelus.

She knew the moment her soul, her humanity was returned to her, the world suddenly becoming clear, as her haze of insanity and dark urges were shattered. Her mouth opened in wordless agony, Drusilla weathered the thundering storm of all her memories, both human and the deeds that her vampire counterpart had done. The atrocities her vampire essence had used her lifeless body to commit were enough to make her weep and contemplate killing herself in repentance.

But she still had important tasks at hand, a different sort of repentance that would enable her to save more lives than those her vampire essence had taken. The visions that her vampire essence had witnessed only minutes before came to her mind. Drusilla knew she had to act fast, Spike would have heard the commotion by now, she needed to ensure the boy’s survival and pass him her warning.

Biting back her emotional and mental agonies, Drusilla gasped out in a raspy voice. “…Hurry young one! Spike is coming!”

The young man’s eyes widened, before quickly crouching down on the floor and began slamming on it. Drusilla did not know what power he wield, she could only hope whatever he was doing would save him from Spike.

The basement door slammed open as a raging Spike rushed in with his gathered lesser vampires. Drusilla blinked back her weariness even as the changes wroth on her body and mind threatened to knock her unconscious under a tide of grief and guilt.

Hurry!” Drusilla shouted her warning, even as her left hand latched onto Spike’s leg as he rushed passed her to reach at the boy. “Hundreds of worlds, trillons of lives crying out in pain. You are the only one who can save them, set them free! You must survive!”

Spike stared down at her in confusion and betrayal before there was no time to think… or feel… as everything dissolved into swirls of… light.


1.0 – Drusilla’s stats

Designation: Master Vampire with a Soul

Statistic Chart

Level 1

Name: Drusilla Sellars

Attack Type: Hero

Cost: 230 Gold, 0 Lumber, 5 Food

Ground Attack: 23-30 [26 avg]

Armor: 4 Strength: 18 Agility: 17

Intelligence: 18 Hit Points: 440 Mana: 295

Second Sight [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to view the past, present, or future.

Thrall [LOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to take control of the mind of the target for a period of time. 15 MP per use.

Telepathy [LOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to read the mind of a target. 20 MP per use.

Healing [LOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to heal a target. 10 MP per use.


Two weeks later…

Returning to her second life was an experience that Drusilla was unable to describe even now. There had been joy and relief, that the tasks she and a higher being had set for herself would be able to manifest, enabling her to repay for the sins done by her vampire essence.

There had however been great rage, especially when she laid eyes on Angelus standing in front of her calmly. Angelus who had tormented her during the brief years centuries ago, when she was alive. Angelus who had made her believed that her gift of visions was a curse, making her believed that she was a demon spawn. Angelus who murdered her family in front of her, sired her, and then had sex over her dying body.

Taken over by emotions at those memories, Drusilla had lashed out at the unresisting vampire. It was much later when Xander pulled her away from the unconscious man, shielding her from an enraged Slayer, that she remembered Angelus was now Angel, a vampire with a soul much like her. A man who was also repaying for his sins.

Infused with partial guilt, and yet also a savage kind of joy for avenging her family, Drusilla had fled into the mansion which Xander had created to summon her. Xander would then return to the mansion, now situated deep in the desert at the outskirts of Sunnydale, giving Drusilla an equivalent of a mental hug before retreating into a room that Spike had used as a store room, making it his own.

Alexander Lavelle Harris, her ‘Lord’ if she was to be particular, or at least that was what the indoctrinated memory she received during her… rebirth… identified the young man as. She knew instinctively through that memory, that young Xander was the one who created her, he who was the Ultimate Peasant who could Build Anything.

She was tied to him by mental and most probably soul links, and must obey his every command. Those links connecting her to him were geas of sorts, enabling the Lord to control his creations.

It was frightening how much power the young man wields. Yet it was also comforting that at least Xander was the one wielding that power. The young man might have his struggles, but Drusilla knew enough from the few times he opened up his mind to Drusilla, in a bid to get to know her, that the young man would at the very least do his best not to misuse his abilities.

The warm soft glows of her refurnished room, set her heart at peace as Drusilla sat on the window still languishing in the cool breeze blowing in from the open window. Though the magically created mansion was not connected to any power grid, especially so far from Sunnydale, its electrical outlets still somehow managed to produce usable electricity to allow for the use of common technological items.

In the two weeks since her creation, Xander had managed to pawn off some of his gold for usable currency, which he used to refurnish the dreary mansion. The master bedroom where Drusilla and Spike used to make their nest was converted to a storage area. Staying in the room gave her a sickening feeling, especially when she remembered the blood of those she sucked and killed when her vampire essence was in control of her body.

An equivalent of a mental knock distracted her.

Yes Xander? Drusilla sent back, biting down the urge to call the young man ‘Lord Xander’. She had been fighting the in-built indoctrination done to her psych since her rebirth. Something that Xander knew, and was most apologetic about, especially since the young man had no idea how to undo the automatic indoctrination of all his creations.

I… have thought about the favour you ask. Xander said, apprehension in his mental tone. I will grant it on the condition that you will be responsible for his actions.

Drusilla’s heart leapt to her throat. She had thought that Xander might take longer to get back to her about the favour she asked of him yesterday. I agreed. Drusilla said instantly. Hope blossoming in her heart.

Meet me at the front of the mansion. Xander replied, even as Drusilla leapt out of the window, into the courtyard.

In the distance, she could make out the clear figure of the looming tree of life, its roots ensnaring two Fountains of Health, the glistering waters of the fountains lighting up the giant tree with a bluish after light. High walls in the far distance surrounded much of the land, or sand if one was being technical, around the mansion.

Setting a quick pace, Drusilla easily reached the front of the mansion within a minute, the moon lighting her path.

Xander was already there waiting. Giving her a nod when he sighted her, he waved to the front pouch of the mansion even as a very familiar form appear at the spot.

William.” Drusilla whispered in grief, eyeing the newly created vampire Spike, who was now walking towards Xander.

Xander handed Spike a cup in his hands, which the vampire drank without protest, causing him to collapse onto the ground, his body spasming wildly even as a golden glow settled around him.


1.0 – William’s stats

Designation: Master Vampire with a Soul

Statistic Chart

Level 1

Name: William Pratt aka Spike

Attack Type: Hero

Cost: 260 Gold, 0 Lumber, 5 Food

Ground Attack: 26-33 [30 avg]

Armor: 4 Strength: 21 Agility: 17

Intelligence: 11 Hit Points: 600 Mana: 200

Poet’s soul [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to project emotions into poetries that he wrote and vocalised.

Thrall [LOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to take control of the mind of the target for a period of time. 15 MP per use.

Love [LOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to gain an increase of +50 Hit Points and + 5 Strength per level when those he loves are within range.

Brute Strength [LOCKED], a passive ability that increases the strength of the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, by +5 per level.


4 days later….

Somehow he had managed to weather the darkness in his soul, and come to terms with what his vampire self had done much easier than what Drusilla had accounted of her own struggles.

In a room that he had made his own, within the mansion where he, Drusilla and their young overlord were currently holed up in, William penned the next lines of his dark sonnet, completing the poem. The words flowed and even as he re-read what he had written on the paper, he could feel the agony radiating from the lines.

Poet’s Soul. A power wholly of his own. To imbue poems that he wrote with his own emotions. Mayhap that was how he had come to terms with the atrocities Spike, his counterpart, had done for the past centuries. For once he imbue his emotions into pen and paper, they were literally drained from him, etching themselves into the lines of his poems like some kind of enchantment.

Even now William felt a sense of bewilderment at the impossible power that he wields, not to mention the change that happened to young Xander. A change that Spike had been the cause of, and which Xander still blamed him for, though the younger boy had mellowed out the past days, they had even managed to be civil to one another before the boy had set off to Sunnydale with the Slayer and the rest of his group.

William?” A soft lyrical voice asked from his doorway.

Looking up, William felt his heart caught in his throat as he sighted Drusilla leaning against his doorway, her hair moist, having most probably gotten out of the shower. Despite the fact that Drusilla had been the one that sired him, he had loved her since the beginning, a love that carried on when he became a vampire, a love that lasted even now.

A logical part of his brain knew he should hate her, yet Drusilla was as much a victim as he was. They had agree to remain apart until they figured out what they really meant to each other… so what was she doing here now?

Is something wrong?” William asked getting up from his seat, stuffing the poem he had completed into his drawer.

I have a vision.” Drusilla said with a frown. “The Watcher’s friend is in trouble. I am not sure when it will happen so we need to go to Sunnydale to warn them.”

I will accompany you through the Way Gate then.” William offered. “If they are not at Rupert’s mansion, at least having the two of us searching Sunnydale will be better than one.”


1.1 – New Beginnings

2 weeks after the death of Magic…

The visions of death and slaughter filled her mind, as they so often do these past week, ever since the Seed of Wonder had been destroyed. The moment the visions ended, Drusilla had reached out to Xander who had quickly allowed her in.

The Ska’ligath clans are moving to attack the Iáligath clans for their moon wells. It should be sometime within the week at night just as the moon is waning. Drusilla said as she mentally projected her latest visions to Xander.

Dammit. We’ve only just constructed the moon wells when the Iáligath joined the Alliance two days ago. Xander cursed mentally, his voice reaching her clearly even though Drusilla knew he was hundreds of miles away, setting up an Alliance outpost on another continent. I will send the Night Elves and Dragons of San Francisco outpost to defend the Iáligath. Thanks for the forewarning again.

How are the European outposts coming along? Drusilla asked, sensing the tiredness in Xander’s mental tone. The past week had been a flurry of activities for Xander in particular as he and his new minions from Wolfram and Hart began reaching out to the Light sided and Neutral clans of the supernatural world. The intention was to form an alliance, in order to sustain the friendlier supernatural creatures with magic from the moon wells.

The Alliance, thus aptly named, was intended to thus allow Xander, his army, and the allied clans control over the sources of magic remaining on Earth, thus gradually eradicating the dangerous and darker races / organisations of the supernatural world. Currently Xander’s “peacekeeping forces” were the only thing standing between the darker supernatural beings and outright slaughter of innocents and those in the Alliance.

Constructing the outposts aren’t a problem and getting together an Alliance army for each major country is surprisingly easy when you have an unlimited power source to produce them. Xander said wearily. Drusilla knew that if not for the need to control the chaos that would arise from the death of magic, Xander would never have called up so many fictional units brought to life in his armies. The problem is reaching those that need help in time… and I shudder to think where to house everyone I created once there is peace. Confining everyone in the barracks when they are not needed isn’t an answer.

I might have an idea to that. Drusilla mused. We can begin setting up cities hidden from ordinary sight around each of the outposts to serve as major Alliance settlements. The warding runes from the Xaneglte clans are capable of area wide invisibility. The cost to enchant the runes is magically draining which had limited their use in the past, but you are not bound by that limit.

The Xaneglte, they are those lizardmen from Brazil that were among the first neutrals to join aren’t they? Xander asked raking his memory. I don’t think I have ever personally visited them, except to send some wisps over to construct moon wells for them and park two dragons to protect the wells. How did you know about their ward stones?

You do know that most of the demons tribes or clans that joined have tried to pass Wolfram and Hart tributes for The Man? As in you? Drusilla mentioned a little dryly.

I thought I ordered them to return the gifts back to the Alliance? Xander said sounding confused.

It is bad form to return those gifts Xander, especially as the allied clans and organisation gave those items to Wolfram and Hart in order to ensure their continued survival. Returning those gifts would have offended or belittled them. You did give Rupert the authority to counterman your orders, and so he did. The items were catalogued and kept in a secure warehouse. I convinced Rupert to let me help and saw the ward stones in the catalogue. Drusilla answered.

Well… I guess you guys know what you are doing. I will pop by this warehouse this evening, maybe See it as a blueprint. If the ward stones are within, I maybe able to purchase them when I rebuild the structure. Xander said contemplatively. But building cities for the Alliances is one thing… who are going to manage them?

Leave that to me. Drusilla said firmly. You have the war and defending the Alliance to worry about. I can work with Rupert and others in Sunnydale to plan out the cities and how to run them. If need be, some of those whom you… assimilated and given new life, might have the skillsets to help us.

Drusilla sensed Xander mentally wincing at her words. Xander had managed to destroy the Hell God Glorificus by deconstructing the building she was in. Unfortunately not everyone were evacuated from the hotel during the deconstruction, and to let Glorificus escape from the hotel would have unleashed much more casualty. Xander had made the tough decision of deconstructing 23 real people from Earth just to destroy the Hell God.

He had recreated them later, granting them abilities beyond their comprehension. But unfortunately those powers comes with a price. Much like Drusilla and Willian, the second life Xander gave those people, also caused them to be bond to his will, taking away their free will should he command it. Not all of the 23 second lifers were happy campers with the situation. Xander himself had also been uncomfortable with the choice he had to make.

I guess Percy West might be able to help seeing that he was Laguna Loire from the Final Fantasy VIII game during Halloween night. Xander suggested. One interesting fact discovered when Xander deconstructed the 23 people in the hotel, had been that 7 of the second lifers were previously affected by Ethan Rayne’s Halloween spell. That in turn cause them to gain powers and abilities mirroring their Halloween counterparts, even memories in some cases. Laguna was a president of sorts in the game verse. He might be able to help with city planning.

What about those government soldiers who were in town to scout out Sunnydale? Drusilla asked. Among the 23 second lifers, were 4 soldiers from a secret government program. Their unit of 12 men was sent to Sunnydale during Halloween to scout out a suitable base of operations. When 2 of their men had gone missing during Halloween night, their stay in town was extended.

4 of the soliders, among whom was the captain of the unit, were caught in the hotel deconstruction. When they were given new life, they were most unhappy by the geas which Xander set on them preventing them from using their new powers in front of their fellow soldiers, who were still in the dark. Another geas was given to prevent them from revealing Xander and those in the Alliances to the government and those not in the know.

To say that those 4 soldiers were unhappy with Xander were an understatement. They had left town as fast as they could, mistakenly believing Xander’s hold over them would not reach that far. They had learnt since then. Drusilla knew Xander would sooner forget about those soldiers whose animosity bristled against his mind links, but unfortunately they were among those caught by Ethan’s Halloween spell, and 2 of them in particular gained very powerful abilities and memories from their Halloween counterparts. Those abilities might prove useful to the Alliance one day which meant that the 4 soldiers must be closely monitored.

Captain Riley Finn in particular possessed the memories and skillset of a Barbarian Overlord from the Heroes of Might and Magic game. He has the knowledge and skills to plan and manage cities meant for supernatural inhabitants. Drusilla pointed out.

I seriously doubt that Riley and his men will cooperate with us short of an outright command from me. Xander remarked with a grimance. And I don’t want to go down the dictator route unless necessary. Some of the Archmages, Paladins and Heroes from the Alliances have memories of managing or running a schools, organisations and towns. I will select a few and send them your way.

That will be a great help. Drusilla acknowledged. How goes Ian with his hunt for the starship?

He and his team of dragonriders are still combing the Amazon Basin sector by sector. Hopefully they will find the Alteran outpost by the time things settle down in the supernatural world. Xander hoped. At the very least, they had managed to secure three more alliances from the supernatural clans living in the area. And that’s three less supernatural parties we have to worry about…


1 month later…

William sighed as he finished packing his meagre belongings, looking around the room he had made his home for the last two plus months. He and Xander had finally settled their bygones, with Xander acknowledging that William was not, and would never be Spike.

Xander had given him and Drusilla a stipend, as he did for all of those in his army. Though William had little need of it at the moment. He was part of the task force protecting Sunnydale the past few weeks from angry demons seeking answers as to Xander’s whereabouts. The fights that broke out had quickly risen William skill levels, and the loots that came from the fallen demons were more than enough to tide William through the next few months.

The supernatural cold war was winding down, with few of the world’s populace knowing that there was even a war going on. There had been several unpreventable catastrophe, like when an entire town was massacre by the Iénghon, serpent headed humanoids, who had tried to restore their innate magic via blood sacrifice. The demon clan was eradicated within the week, but that did not bring back the lives they have taken.

The Oseophlon of the Southern Seas, a water dwelling merfolk like race, were nearly wiped out after they joined the Alliance. The two Frost Wyrm protecting the Oseophlon underwater moon wells were overwhelmed by the Krakens who had dwelled in the deeps. Only one of the Frost Wyrm survived by the time Xander managed to raise and send an army of Naga Sea Witches their way. Of course the diversity of Xander’s powers had also spawned male Naga, who insisted on calling themselves the Naga Sea Lords.

The good news to come out of that disaster was that the Naga race was now widely accepted by the surviving Oseophlon and their brethren in the Northern, Eastern and Western Seas. With their almost similar body structures, the Naga had made the decision to settle down, co-existing besides the Oseophlon. It helped that both races were biologically compatible with each other, which further encouraged inter-relations.

The Alliance was winning and the majority of the darker or more sadistically demon races were already wiped out. The stranglers who had spurned the Alliance and gone into hiding would not last the next few months. Ambient magic was dwelling at a rapid rate, and in some places of the world, there was no longer any ambient magic.

Xander had switched his focus from the war, to finding beings with magic that were not aware of their supernatural origins. That concerned mostly the half-bloods and those rare humans born with the ability to manipulate magic. Most humans bear reservoirs of innate magic within their soul, especially those living on nexuses of power, however they would not be aversely harmed when those magic drained from them. Those that were born to manipulate magic or were closely tied to their magic, bears a different body structure, and would be keenly aware of the disappearance of power within them. Severe magic depletion would lead to a weakening of these beings, even as they proceed to have urges of unattainable cravings followed by death.

A number of human magic users and human half-bloods had no idea what they were suffering from. And because of the large number of humanity, even if 3% of the numbers were magically inclined and 2% were half-blood that did not know of their heritage, having all of them suffering from magic depletion was big news, especially when modern science could not detect what was wrong with them.

News of the “Shaking Fever” had spread quickly when the first case was identified a week ago, followed by an influx of hundreds of similar cases around the world. By the time the week was over, there was a total of thousands over cases. Fears of an epidemic ran wild, made worse when no one could identify the origin of the “virus” or how it was spread.

Xander had sent his armies scouring the hospitals over the world for those “infected”, restoring their innate magic with moon water, while revealing their supernatural existence to them. Seers of Wolfram and Hart were also deployed to scour for the rest that were not residing in hospitals.

Drusilla’s suggestions of building cloaked Alliance cities had been a blessing in disguise, for those cities which were built over periods of 2 weeks, now became an entry points to induct those newcomers to the supernatural community.

As of current time, there were twenty-five Alliance cities and seventy-two Alliance outposts around the world, including those on land, within the subterranean, and those in the ocean. The Alliance had two cities in the skies, and those belongs to the dragons Xander had called forth.

Xander, his armies and the supernatural beings of Earth that had joined the Alliance had finally came upon an agreed set of Alliance laws two days ago, with roles of governors of each cities filled in by one of Xander’s Heroes. An internal city council for each city would however be formed from those in the Alliance, including the supernatural communities that had joined.

That was why William was all packed up and ready to go. He and Drusilla needed a fresh start, a new beginning. It was also why Drusilla had agreed to take on the role as Governor of Twilight, the Alliance city in Alberta, Canada. The residents were to be made up mostly of Xander’s Night Elves, Human Warriors, and the occasional Frost Wyrms. The allied supernatural communities in the region had also agreed to send representatives to set up shops in the new city. In particular, one of the coven in the area had decided to make their new home in Twilight.

William in the meanwhile had taken up role as an instructor in the Alliance Academy of Twilight. History and English were after all subjects he was quite familiar with, though he serve mainly as the academy’s combat instructor.

William, are you ready to go?” Drusilla asked, scattering William’s thoughts of the past. “The others are already at the Way Gate to see us off.”

Let’s go my love.” William said slinging on his backpack effortlessly as he gave a dark chuckle. “You have a city to run and I have classes to prepare… not to mention students to torture.”

“… Maybe you should skip the dark jokes William. Try and remember you have a soul now.”


1.1 – Drusilla’s stats

Designation: Governor of Twilight

Statistic Chart

Level 10

Name: Drusilla Sellars

Attack Type: Hero

Cost: 430 Gold, 100 Lumber, 5 Food

Ground Attack: 39-50 [43 avg]

Armor: 7 Strength: 34 Agility: 32

Intelligence: 40 Hit Points: 740 Mana: 600

Second Sight [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to view the past, present, or future.

Thrall [UNLOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to take control of the mind of up to 3 targets for a period of time. 35 MP per use.

Telepathy [UNLOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to read the mind of up to 3 targets. 40 MP per use.

Healing [UNLOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Drusilla, to heal up to 5 targets. 30 MP per use.


1.1 – William’s stats

Designation: Master of Arms (Twilight Academy)

Statistic Chart

Level 1

Name: William Pratt aka Spike

Attack Type: Hero

Cost: 260 Gold, 100 Lumber, 5 Food

Ground Attack: 42-55 [46 avg]

Armor: 9 Strength: 42 Agility: 35

Intelligence: 30 Hit Points: 900 Mana: 400

Poet’s soul [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to project emotions into poetries that he wrote and vocalised.

Thrall [UNLOCKED], an active ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to take control of the mind of the target for up to 12 hours. 30 MP per use.

Love [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that allows the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, to gain an increase of +50 Hit Points and + 5 Strength per level when those he loves are within range.

Brute Strength [UNLOCKED], a passive ability that increases the strength of the Vampire with a Soul, Spike, by +5 per level.


>> [Draft] Interlude – The Shattering



Technological Ninja Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto/ Star Ocean) Chapter 14 part 3

<< TNNU Chapter 14 Part 2

Note: Sorry >.<” finally got a chance to complete this draft. Will try to clean this up so the complete chapter can be posted on ffnet by end of the week.

updated 19th Mar 2015


Konoha’s Northern Town Square

The corner shop at the Northern Town Square was closed for business, but the lights were on within, and the notice on the door stated clearly.

“Shop assistants wanted.

Flexible hours. Part timers welcome.

Walk in interviews only.”

At nine years of age, with a bow shaped haircut and thick eyebrows, dressed in serviceable and inexpensive clothes, Rock Lee looked like a normal middle class civilian’s child. The only difference was that he was an orphan.

From the moment his parents passed away in a tragic house fire when he was six, he had been living with Konoha’s Maple Grove orphanage. The clothes were hand me downs, and the small orphan stipend he got from attending the Ninja Academy was barely enough for him to purchase the bare minimum of equipment. The only saving grace so far was that the Academy textbooks and materials were handed free to the Academy students.

Yet Rock Lee was firm in his resolve to become a ninja, even though he was struggling to manipulate his chakra during the most basic of Ninjutsu. Surely if he was to continue training every day he would improve! But constant training wear out his ninja equipment fast, and Rock Lee knew there would come a time when his orphan stipend would not be able to cover his constant replacement of tools.

Being an orphan that had bypass eight years of age, he was allowed to take up light working jobs during weekends. With the village in lockdown, and the Academy being closed for the past few days, Rock Lee had taken the chance to actively look for work that he could do to earn a little pocket money for future uses.

This… would be his tenth attempt at finding a job since he started looking, not a lot of stall owners in Konoha had work for a child. Taking a deep breath, the young boy carefully knocked on the closed shop door before him and then entered.

He was not sure what the shop interior would be like, or what kind of business the shop was conducting, especially since the shop sign out front had been left empty. From the looks of things, the shop was not opened for business yet. He was most certainly not expecting a warmly decorated shop interior with rows of red wood shelves. Most of the shelves were empty, but some were stacked with various…. oddities?

Among the few goods that were already placed in the shop front, some of the objects were recognizable. There were the kunai made from wood, most probably for practice fights, and then there were the stacks of papers with symbols written on top, most probably storage seals, or some other kinds of seal. Rock Lee had not much idea about Fuinjutsu. The Academy only covered the existence and history of Fuinjutsu last week. And all he remembered from that lesson was that the Second and Fourth Hokages in particular were supposed to be Konoha’s premier masters in that exotic craft.

There were also various other items that he did not have a name for. As Rock Lee looked around with childlike wonder, a brown haired young man with a strong jaw and warm blue eyes stepped out from one of the shelves, not showing any hint of surprise at the sight of Rock Lee in his shop.

“Hi…” Rock Lee said hesitantly, for all his nine years of age, he was but still a child, even though he had learn to be independent a long time ago. “I saw the notice outside and…”

“You are looking for a job.” The young man finished his sentence for him. “I am Uriko Tatori, the owner of this… small establishment. Does your parents know that you are here?”

“My parents have been dead for a while.” Rock Lee said in a matter of fact tone of voice. He had long since made peace with the death of his parents. As the years went past, it was harder each year to hold onto the memories of their faces. “I am an orphan studying at the Academy. I am just looking for a part time job that I can do during weekends, holidays or after Academy hours.”

“Ah.” Uriko said, giving Rock Lee a look of understanding and sympathy. “I already found three part timers to take care of business in the shop, but I do need a cleaner, to make sure the shop is presentable everyday. It will be on a daily basis, during the evenings near closing time. Pay will be 5,000 yen per day, and given at the end of each day. It will be hard work though, you will need to clean the windows and sweep the floor, both here and in the basement.”

“I will do it!” Rock Lee said eagerly. The amount Uriko offered was more than generous for a day’s worth of cleaning job, he doubt he could get a better offer elsewhere. “I am not afraid of hard work!”

“Good.” Uriko said with a smile. “Now this shop specialize in selling gadgets and new inventions. The basement is basically the workshop that produces the items you see here. I have a… team of workers stationed downstairs to churn out the items, so when you go to the basement to clean the place, don’t touch anything that the workers told you not to. Some of the experimental item components can be quite dangerous.”

“I understand.” Rock Lee said nodding quickly.

“Good. I am preparing for the shop opening tomorrow. Can you start work today?” Uriko asked. “I will pay you once you are done cleaning the place. And if you help me stock the shelves, it will be an extra 5,000 yen for you as well.”

“I can start work immediately.” Rock Lee said, a gleam in his eyes. “The Academy is closed for today so I am free. What do you need me to do first?”

“Let’s stock up the shelves first, then you can clean the place.” Uriko said. “Come, I need you to help me carry some of the goods from the basement. After which, I will tell you how to display them on the shelves…”

Following after the shop owner with the innocence and trust that only a child would have, Rock Lee have no idea that he have established contact with the proxy of Konoha’s current child prodigy. An orphan who had sympathized with another. And one who would soon be the focus of a country wide maelstrom.


Naruto’s apartment

Kakashi considered dropping by the bookstore to get the latest edition of Icha Icha and be fashionably late, a quirk that he instilled upon himself, to keep the memory of a friend alive. He pondered the notion for all of five seconds before discarding the thought. With the events of the past few days, it was too flippant for him to consider making that extra effort to be late. Not to mention he was curious about Naruto Uzumaki, demon container of the Nine-tailed fox, and son of his late teacher.

He had never gotten close with the child. With all his emotional baggage, Kakashi never had the intention to be part of Naruto’s life after the Fourth Hokage’s demise. He did his duty, asking to be part of the squadron of Anbu that kept Naruto safe during the boy’s childhood, but that was about all he had been willing to do. There had been no room in his life to interact with a child, and even if he had been willing, there would be no way the village council would let Naruto be fostered with him.

Madara’s attack on the Uchiha clan, the revelation of Naruto’s interference and his current reassignment as the child’s new teacher, had however sparked an interest in Kakashi to find out more about his teacher’s kid. Kakashi could not put a finger in it, but something about Naruto Uzumaki, about him being the student of the mysterious “Eye of Konoha”, just did not strike true with him.

He still remembered the disguised Naruto clone who had rescued him. Of himself dragging his weary and battered body across the Uchiha compound. He had just reached the walls of the compound when he had sighted Madara appearing on the wall in front of him, smashing into some invisible barrier that revealed a child, the original Naruto Uzumaki. That Naruto had shown shock at Madara’s attack, but not fear. When Kakashi had reviewed the memories of the attack in the safety of the hospital ward, that particular aspect of his observation had given him concern.

Even when Madara had his hand around the child’s neck, using some strange attack to kill him, Naruto had tried to fight back. There had been grim determination, acceptance and resignation in the child’s eyes, a sign of maturity usually not found in an eight year old child, at least not those that lived in times of peace. Kakashi had seen those unwavering blue orbs glaring at Madara, before in a last burst of strength, Kakashi himself had jumped onto the wall, attempting to save the child.

Naruto had fought against Madara without a hint of fear, up until the moment he was rescued. For the child to start crying when the Third Hokage arrived to save them, well Kakashi did not have to be one of his nin dogs to smell the proverbial fish in the baker’s basket.

There was more going on than what Naruto had revealed to the Hokage, Kakashi had been certain of that fact. A detour to the Academy record rooms had revealed that Naruto Uzumaki’s exams and tests scores always dwindled among the last or middle tier of the class, a stark contrast to his true capabilities. It spoke of a certain level of cunning and skill seldom seen in a child so young, to cover up his own true capabilities.

Perhaps The Eye had a hand in this deception, but even then Naruto had been the one presenting a consistent inferior set of abilities to the Academy, and it seems none of the teachers, save one Iruka Umino, suspected that the young boy might be capable of more.

Thus it was why Kakashi had arrived an hour early, observing Naruto’s apartment and his various watchers. The Third had already given him the heads up about the location of the various “bodyguards” sent by the Senju and Uchiha clans to protect and watch over the boy.

“What secrets are you hiding Naruto?” Kakashi pondered as he stood on the rooftop, opposite from where the Uchiha watchers had stationed themselves. He made no move to hide himself unlike the Uchiha two men team that had slipped back into the shadows after acknowledging his arrival.

The apartment had been empty with no signs of Naruto. Which begs the question of where Naruto had gone off to. It was doubtful the watchers assigned to Naruto by the clans knew the boy’s current whereabouts. If they knew, they would not be watching over an empty apartment like hawks. It took another twenty minutes of waiting before Naruto appeared, walking down the street towards his apartment as though he was just out taking a walk.

The boy’s sweat and dirt stained clothes however revealed another story entirely. Naruto had been out training. Was he training by himself? Or did The Eye contact Naruto once more to guide him? Kakashi pondered the question as he eyed Naruto entering his apartment through a lens. Whatever the case was, Kakashi resolved to keep a closer watch on his new student.

Kakashi made his way to Naruto’s apartment by foot, giving Naruto ample time to wash himself up. By the time he reached the door to Naruto’s dwelling, it was a few minutes to midday.

Giving the door a sharp rap, Kakashi waited a few seconds before he heard the creaking of floorboards from within the apartment. The door opened to reveal a cleaned up Naruto, dressed smartly in black shirt and black pants, the boy’s hair still curling damply on his head.

Naruto’s eyes widened as he saw Kakashi. “You are the ninja that saved me!” The boy exclaimed, a hint of awe in his voice. “I never got the chance to really thank you… are you my new Jonin instructor?”

“Hmm…” Kakashi said as he gave Naruto a measuring glare. The boy just eyed him with a wide eyed innocent look. “Cut the cute kid act and meet me at the Ninja Registration Office.”

Kakashi saw Naruto’s cute expression narrowed into an annoyed look before the older ninja body flickered away. He had given Naruto a destination without telling him the directions, now it remains to be seen, through what means and how long Naruto would figure his way there. Though the location of the registration office was not a secret, it was never listed on any Konoha maps.

Naruto was after all a child and orphan with little reason look up the location of the Ninja Registration Office before his actual graduation. This little exercise would allow Kakashi to ascertain how familiar the boy was with moving around Konoha, or…

A whisper of wind behind him caused Kakashi to turn his head in a sideways glance. Stopping briefly at a rooftop across the street from Naruto’s apartment, he quirked an eyebrow at the skillful body flicker technique the boy just performed, without any signs of physical exhaustion. Well… that was one way for the boy to get to the office, by actually having the capability to follow after Kakashi.

The Eye must have taught Naruto that technique and it remains to be seen what his new student’s true level of power was. Kakashi gave Naruto a neutral look before turning and continuing on his way. A few minutes later, he was standing in front of a nondescript building a little ways north of the Hokage tower.

Naruto landed next to him a few seconds later, looking unruffled at the high speed body flicker techniques that both of them had utilized to get to their location. To all outward appearance, the building bears no indicative identifier that it houses Konoha’s Ninja Registration and Ninja Administration Offices. Only Konoha locals working in the building or Konoha’s ninjas would know that the building archived Konoha’s mission reports of B rank and lower.

Though it was not exactly a highly secret location, it would have been hard for a new Konoha ninja to find without knowing the destination of the place. Kakashi knew of a few Genin team instructors who uses the place as the focus of an information gathering exercise for their newly minted Genin. Kakashi had intended to use the same exercise up until the moment Naruto had shown himself capable of keeping pace with him.

Oh well, the day was still young, and he still have other tests in place to assess Naruto’s true skills.

“Follow me.” Kakashi said shortly as he walked into the building. “Once we’ve gotten you officially registered into the ninja corp, we will have a get together session to know more about each other. Oh and that expression you are making right now is perfect for your registration ID. That scowl is definitely much more appropriate for a ninja than your puppy dog expression.”

Chuckling, the one-eyed ninja entered the building, uncaring of the dark glower his new Chunin trainee was giving him, as Naruto followed after him.


Karasu, Land of Wind

The small town of Karasu was located near the northern borders of the Land of Wind, and was the major rest stop for travelers from the Land of Birds and the Land of Rain, not that there was much traffic in or out of the Land of Rain these days. It did make Karasu a good place to rest for a while and keep his ears open, on the off chance there was any news about that isolationist country.

The fact that there were a few establishments catering for “adult entertainment”, make visiting Karasu quite worthwhile. Pressing his face into the sweet bosom of his latest lady friend, Jiraiya breath in her sweet scent of jasmine, his body tingling with anticipation as he gently untie the knot of her dress…

Something hard smacked into the side of his head, even as his lady friend gave an undignified shriek, tearing away from his grasp and quickly scrambling off the bed they were in.

The familiar sounds of angry chattering clued Jiraiya on his attacker’s identity before he even laid eyes on her.

The female messenger monkey summon which the Third Hokage always used to find him, was balanced on top of the only coach in the dimly lit room, a vase in her hands as she glowered at him.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Jiraiya said hurriedly raising his hands. “I am renting the room by the hour. If anything’s damaged I am going to have to pay for it.”

“Like I care!” The monkey summon, dressed in a dull brown shirt and pants, lifted her hands and launched the vase at Jiraiya. The half-dressed woman who was previously working her wiles on Jiraiya gave a screech at hearing a talking monkey, and fled out of the room.

“Oh come on Fuya! Have a heart.” Jiraiya said quickly snatching the vase from mid-air before it shatters in his face. “I was just getting to know my… new friend…”

“I have visited twelve brothels across the Land of Sand the past two days, trying to catch up with your trail.” The monkey summon raged. “I have seen enough naked humans to last me a lifetime! Have you no shame Jiraiya? At the rate you are going, that thing of yours is going to drop off!”

“At least it was better than the last time?” Jiraiya offered Fuya a weak smile. “I remember you going through twenty-one… establishments before you finally found me.”

Fuya’s reply was to leap onto Jiraiya’s head before he even thought to duck, and began hammering on the white haired man.

“Oww! Oww!” Jiraiya cried out as he scrambled off the bed trying to pry the monkey of his head.

Fuya twisted away from his hands, and landed a kick into his face as she backflip onto the floor. “That is your punishment.” Fuya noted haughtily, before digging into her pouch and threw a scroll at Jiraiya. “And read the message. Hiruzen needed you back in Konoha days ago.”

Her job done, Fuya turned her back on Jiraiya and disappeared into smoke.

Jiraiya caught the flying message scroll with one hand while he rubbed his sore face with the face. “That monkey is getting more temperamental every time Sarutobi sent her. This scroll better be worth it, or else I am sending the toads after Sarutobi…”

Jiraiya’s righteous mumblings stopped as he opened the scroll and looked at what it contained. The message was short and brief.

Madara Uchiha still alive, attacked Uchiha Clan. Naruto at risk. Get back to Konoha. Do not talk to anyone when arrive. Report back to me immediate. Status Amber.

Jiraiya’s relaxed countenance hardened, a keen look in his eyes as a subtle manipulation of chakra caused the scroll to catch fire and be burnt to dust. Grabbing his travelling bag from beside the bed, the older man headed for the windows, pushing them open, before he vanished in a gust of wind.


Sica (Main)

… Memory process cores running at 70% capacity…

… 3,983 multi-threads running…

… 3% data corruption detected… running repairs and redundancy algorithms

… Analyze program initialized… increasing data corruption due to high usage of memory cycles and redundancy data

75 Clones’ data incoming

… Memory process cores running at 99.99% capacity…

… #$@#$%…

… Switching on optimum multi-threading capability…

… 9,999 multi-threads running…

… 18% data corruption detected… running repairs and redundancy algorithms

… Redundancy data stripped… running search and sort algorithms

Critical data identified, stored in data storage

… Data Storage (3.98 Zettabytes) 87% used 13% remaining…

Critical Data Storage limit reaching in estimated 7.8 Federation months

System Failure imminent

… Risk management program initialized…

… A.I. preservation protocols activated…

… Core A.I. analysis and repair program initialized…

Sourcing for optimum solution



Pangalactic Federation Codex


     >> Level 7 encryption enabled…



     >> Secure Tunnelling Protocol [ALL GREEN]

[Research Codename: Project All Seeing]

The Eye of Truth [Code Black Access Required]

The Eye of Truth was built by the Muah of Roak millennia ago, when they were stranded on Roak.

The Eye of Truth is a powerful portal device that operates on symbological technologies which far exceeds the understanding of the Federation as of current time.

The Eye is protected by the Runes of Roak, and possessed several powerful abilities.

List of abilities are:

1) Ability to detect lifeforms that are from different periods of time by sensing their temporal axis.

4) Short range teleportation

5) Creation of Portal to the “Demon World” [more information <Asmodeus> – Code Black Access Required]


>> [Draft] Chapter 15 Part 1 – Neji and the cloaked clone, The Bell

Technological Ninja Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto/ Star Ocean) Chapter 14 part 2

<< TNNU Chapter 14 Part 1

updated 7th March 2015

updated 9th Feb 2015 <inclusion of Kakashi pov snippet>

updated 19th Mar


Konoha’s Hokage Tower

He had only been out of commission for two days and within that short span of time too much had happened. While he had been recuperating after the battle, Root had been discovered and dismantled, with Danzo branded a traitor for treason.  And as he was grieving for the death of his teammates, the Hokage had apparently made plans for him.

Kakashi looked at the termination order the Third Hokage had just handed to him.

“You are terminating my services to the Anbu.” Kakashi said neutrally, not revealing his shock.

“Yes Kakashi.” The Third said, motioning him to sit down on the couch. “I have need of your services elsewhere.”

Kakashi nodded, he had guessed as much. “I heard about Root when I passed by the town criers just now. Are you assigning me to the team hunting down the remaining rogues?”

“Ah Root.” The Third said with a weary sigh. “No, the hunting of rogue nins will not be of your concern. I have the hunter nins and Ibiki handling that. No I need you for something closer to home.”

“Naruto.” Kakashi said, quickly discerning the topic of The Third’s discussion. Although Konoha had gone through a series of shattering upheavals in the past three days, there were only a few matters of high enough concern to affect him. Madara’s reappearance, Naruto’s real abilities and bloodline, and the discovery of Root were the major factors that Kakashi had been aware of so far.

“Yes.” The Third answered with a nod. “As you are aware, the council and I have given Naruto a field promotion for his services in defending the Uchiha clan. The promotion bypass the rank of Genin and propelled him straight to the position of Chunin. I have decree that Naruto will hold the title of special Chunin to the Hokage. I intend to guide his training at times, because even with his bloodline and current capabilities, he is but a child. However with my duties, I can’t be around to focus on him, Naruto is going to need a teacher.”

The Hokage took out a sealed letter from his robe, handing it to Kakashi who accepted it without showing a hint of emotion of his face.

“As of this moment, I am authorizing the formation of a special two men Chunin team. You will be leading team Kakashi with Naruto Uzumaki under your command. Your team will answer directly to me and me alone. I want weekly updates on Naruto’s progress, but most importantly I need you to be Naruto’s teacher because… he knows…” The Third said in a tired voice. “He knows who his birth parents are, and as of now, you are one of the few remaining links to Minato and Kushina.”

“I see.” Kakashi said, feeling old pain stirring at the thought of his teacher and old team. He had been there when Naruto had revealed his knowledge and training with The Eye to the Hokage. “So you want me to keep an eye on the boy, and reach out to him using my history with his parents.”

“No.” The Third said firmly, looking sternly at Kakashi to make sure he got the message. “No emotional manipulation. This isn’t one of your missions. I want you to be there for him as a family friend. Not just watching over him from the shadows like what you have doing all these years, but to be someone he can depend on and trust, just as Minato had been for you.”

“I can never be like Minato sensei… but I will do my best.” Kakashi said gravely. It was the best he could offer, especially since there was no way he could turn down this request. His debt to his late teacher could never be repaid in this lifetime. The best he could do was to be there for Minato’s kid, even though he felt a lingering reluctance at facing a legacy of his past.

“Good. Team Kakashi will officially be activated at midday today.” The Third said looking sharply at Kakashi. “Pick up Naruto from his apartment and get him officially registered into the Shinobi corp. Take this afternoon to get to know him. Assess your new student tomorrow, and official training will begin the day after. I want a full report on Naruto’s capabilities and your team’s proposed training schedule submitted by end of the week.”

As Kakashi gave his affirmation to the Hokage, a cloaked figure remained undetected outside the Hokage tower. N5 was listening in to the meeting through his mind link with S5.

“So Kakashi Hatake is going to be our Jonin sensei…” N5 mused. “Best get that information to Boss Sica. I am sure he will want to know about it.”


Konoha’s Eastern Forest

Hidden under advanced cloak, N31 and numerous other fellow clones were seated in a large clearing in Konoha’s eastern forest, situated near Training Ground 23, but far enough from any known landmarks that few Konoha ninjas and residents ventured into this area.

The twenty men team were what was termed by the Boss as the Eastern Research Clone Brigade. Like their fellow clone brigades in the South, West, and North part of Konoha’s forest, they serve a dual role as researchers and learners.

The Naruto clones were tasked with learning the various theoretical Federation subjects that Boss had handpicked, while their Sica clones were tasked with various research projects Boss had designated.

The Eastern Clone Brigade also had the dubious honor of analyzing data from Boss’ altercation with Madara. They were to uncover Madara’s true capabilities, any weakness the infamous ninja might have, as well as planning strategies to combat Sharingan and their advanced forms. The Western Clones were to focus research on any possible Chakra shielding and Chakra sensing techniques that might help the Boss. Meanwhile the Northern and Southern Clones were focusing their attention on the various research projects regarding seals and Ninjutsu techniques that Boss had previously ordered.

A mental prompt from S31 caused N31 to blink as his holographic screen which was previously showing data on University level Mechanical Engineering froze up. Looking around, he saw his fellow clones eyeing their respective holographic screens showing different subjects, without any hints of disturbance.

All of them were under a large layered dome shaped cloak, formed by all of their Sicas working together. Using manipulation of light, those outside the cloak would see no one in the clearing, while those within the light cloak would be able to see the going-ons of outside.

In practical and theoretical application, a rudimentary cloaking device which utilize bending of light would cause the one under the cloak to be surrounded by darkness, blinded to the outside world. After all, a reflective shield bending light away from itself, would have allowed no light to enter its interior. This flaw however could be rendered moot if the device that created the shield was able to generate and render its own light source, within the reflective shield.

Thankfully Sica was a state of the art creation by the Pangalactic Federation, imbued with the best of their micro-holographic technology. Sica’s light based cloaking technique would bend the light around its user, to grant a version of invisibility, while at the same time layering a screen of light within the layered cloak, displaying the scanned images of what’s outside the cloak.

Yes Sica, what is it? N31 asked mentally, not wanting to disturb the rest of the clones by asking his question out loud.

I was analyzing Sharingan genetic data for weaknesses, and have discovered abnormalities in the genetic scans of Madara’s Sharingan, several of the Uchiha clan members and Kakashi Hatake. S31 revealed causing N31 to frown.

Kakashi Hatake… he’s the ninja that saved us from Madara and is now Boss’ new Jonin instructor. N31 noted. S5 had sent out an update to all Sicas about Team Kakashi only minutes ago, and the memories of Boss’ near death at Madara’s hands were still firmly entrenched in N31’s mind. He… Boss… still have nightmares from Madara’s assault. The one with that implanted Sharingan?

Yes. Kakashi Hatake gained his Sharingan on a mission during the Third Shinobi World War. His left eye was destroyed by an attack, and according to previously scanned mission reports, it seemed his teammate, one Obito Uchiha, perished in that particular mission. Sica stated. Before his eventual death, Obito Uchiha granted Kakashi Hatake his left Sharingan eye. The operation was done with assistance from Rin Nohara, the third member of their team, now deceased as well, who also happened to have medi-nin training.

Okay… so what is the abnormality? N31 asked, wondering what Sica was getting at.

The previously scanned Sharingan from Kakashi is in its advance stage, and possesses 34% genetic makeup of Kakashi’s own body. As Kakashi lacks the genetic traits of an Uchiha, it appears that he is incapable of deactivating his Mangekyō Sharingan. Sica revealed, causing N31 to blink at the information. Records stated that Obito Uchiha never gained the Mangekyō Sharingan when he gifted it to Kakashi, thus it is possible that the evolution of Kakashi’s eyes happened after the eye was implanted into him. And that due to this, part of Kakashi’s own genetic materials were used to further the evolution process.

But the key issue is that Kakashi’s Mangekyō Sharingan bears a 92% structural match to Madara’s Mangekyō Sharingan. Kakashi and Madara’s Mangekyō Sharingan are most certainly the same “type” of Mangekyō Sharingan, even though the gene makeup in Kakashi’s Mangekyō Sharingan differs from Madara’s. This difference in genetic makeup is probably caused by the Mangekyō Sharingan evolving in Kakashi’s body. Several other Uchiha clan members also possessed a 68%-81% genetic match to Madara. Sica continued.

Simplify it for me please. N31 said with a wince. I know Boss took Biology classes, but we were never that well verse in it. We barely scrap a passing score from the previous test.

As you wish. Sica stated. Based on my limited analysis, with no verified sources of genetic materials from Madara Uchiha to refer to, and the high structural similarities of Kakashi and “Madara’s” Mangekyō Sharingan. I theorize that Kakashi and “Madara’s” Mangekyō Sharingan are of the same “type”.

I further theorized that there is a 95% chance that the Madara Uchiha who attacked Uchiha clan is actually not the real Madara Uchiha, but is actually one Obito Uchiha who has survived. Obito Uchiha was listed as an orphan, but based on the genetic scans, I might have uncovered several close relatives of his in the clan.

“What?” N31 shouted in shock, forgetting to speak mentally within his head. Several of his fellow clones looked his way curiously. “But how? How do you come to this conclusion?”

Scans of “Madara’s” facial layout bears a 96% match to the portrays of Madara Uchiha, however deeper tissue scans revealed that the “Madara” who attacked the Uchiha clan bears tissue scarring in his left eye socket. Sica revealed. “Madara” also possessed a Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye, and a normal Sharingan in his left eye. Both eyeballs bears a 76% genetic mismatch, which meant that they came from two different people with distant bloodline relations.

“So you are saying with the close similarity ‘Madara’ and Kakashi’s Mangekyō Sharingan has with each other, and the tissue scarring you detected in his left eye socket… it’s more than likely Obito Uchiha is the ‘Madara’ who attack the Uchiha clan.” N31 said in shock. “If so that would explain why the ‘Madara’ that attacked the clan is not the juggernaut of power the legends stated him to be. Even though he is more than powerful enough to make a good showing of it. But why did you take so long to come with this conclusion?”

The abnormality detected in Kakashi’s Mangekyō Sharingan delayed crucial data comparison. Thousands of simulations were ran to pinpoint why Kakashi’s implanted Mangekyō Sharingan would contain some of his genetic data, yet bear a high structural comparison to “Madara’s” Mangekyō Sharingan. I only reached a 97% positive conclusion that evolution of Sharingan to Mangekyō Sharingan would utilize the host’s genetic materials a few hours ago. This allows me to eliminate misleading data and connect the dots. Sica revealed. With the other Sicas focused on various assigned key objectives, my overall conclusion on Obito’s Mangekyō Sharingan was only finalized a few minutes ago.

“What’s going on?” N35 who was seated next to N31 asked. It was then N31 realised he had gotten the attention of his entire clone brigade.

“My Sica just discovered something very important.” N31 said with a grimace. “Sica, disseminate the information to Boss and the other clones. We need to know exactly who we are fighting. At least this Obito Uchiha should be much weaker than the real Madara Uchiha… right?”


Konoha Training Ground 37

The fresh scent of earth and morning dew permeate the thick forest that made up Konoha’s Training Ground 37. Crickets chirping, rodents going to ground, fledglings taking flight as a new dawn broke over the forest top, sending gentle streams of the morning sun to pierce through the dark canopy.

There was a gust of wind, followed by multiple similar gusts around a small clearing, as the forest fell silent. Sica dropped the light cloak that had hid Naruto from sight and began monitoring the energy signatures in the area in case the Hokage was using his signature spying technique on them. Naruto took a deep breathe of the cool crisp air, the warmth of a delicious ramen broth settling in his stomach.

Having Ayame and Teuchi deciding to drop by, to congratulate him on becoming a Chunin, with a delicious ramen breakfast had been a surprise. With his clones scattered all over Konoha, Naruto had caught wind of their intention half an hour before their arrival which slightly spoilt the surprise, but even then, Naruto had been touched that the ramen owner and his daughter had remembered him.

His original intent had been to do some personal training before starting another regiment of the Wild Hunt, but the visit by his favorite ramen owner had derailed that plan. It was no big deal though, he could always have his clones pick up on other aspects of his training when he meets his Chunin team instructor in the afternoon.

There were still three hours before midday. Turning to the shadow clones he had just created, who were still hidden from sight, Naruto called out. “You know what to do. Perimeter Team, secure the area and warn us if anyone make their way here. Red team, listen to your Sicas, get yourself into position before I start the Hunt.”

Silent gusts of wind was all that greeted him as his shadow clones moved out towards their assigned roles. Naruto began to do some light stretching in the small clearing, wincing at a rapidly healing bruise on his left arm.

“Those Senju and Uchiha ninjas are really getting better at realizing I was slipping out of the apartment. The older Uchiha ninja in particular nearly caught up with me before I could slip into the morning crowd… even while you were cloaking me! With them knowing that I have slipped out of my apartment, there’s no longer any point to leave a shadow clone in the apartment as a decoy.” Naruto said with a grimace. “I would have been impressed if that older Uchiha ninja wasn’t becoming so much of a nuisance to shake off. I bumped into that wall with enough force to nearly shatter the cloak because I was too busy trying to avoid him. You were saying it was because he did something with his Sharingan?”

The Sharingan is known to grant its user an incredible clarity of perception. The Uchiha that managed to catch up with you, Shadou Uchiha, was listed in Konoha’s Shinobi records as one of the best Taijutsu expert in the village. Sica revealed to Naruto’s question. His mastery of his Sharingan was such that he could detect the slightest of movement in his opponents’ bodies before they attack. Knowledge that you had some kind of invisibility technique was beginning to spread among the upper tiers of Konoha’s ninja. With this foreknowledge, it was possible he managed to track you by the dust stirred in your path, when you trek down that cluttered and dusty side alley into the town square.

“I wasn’t aware the Sharingan could track movements to that extend.” Naruto said with a frown. “That bloodline itself seemed to be remarkably powerful and broken. Madara was able to do some kind of warp teleport with his advanced Sharingan. It is scary what he was capable of doing with that ability.”

Sharingan, like most bloodlines, are known to have slight potency and variations when they manifest in different Uchiha members. Shadou Uchiha’s Sharingan has an advantage in detecting minute movements. Madara’s Sharingan probably specialize in space-time manipulation. Sica stated clinically. With Madara’s right limbs containing a variation of Wood Release genes close to those that you possesses, it is highly probable that Madara, like Danzo, is trying to recreate the Izanagi technique. A technique written in several old records as the most powerful Genjutsu technique ever known.

“The most powerful Genjutsu technique.” Naruto said with a disbelieving snort. “What does it do exactly? Trap you in an infinite illusion?”

No, the Izanagi does not stimulate an infinite illusion trap. The technique that possess the same effect as your supposition is known as the Tsukuyomi. It was one of the list of known Mangekyō Sharingan techniques recorded in the Uchiha clan’s archives. Sica said, surprising Naruto with the fact that such a technique actually existed. Though that particular illusion technique is not infinite, the user can manipulate one’s mind to change their perception of time, while trapping them in a very powerful mental illusion.

The only known user of the Tsukuyomi was an Uchiha who died several decades ago. Though it is possible future Mangekyō Sharingan users who possess the same “type” of Mangekyō Sharingan as him, might be able to utilize the same ability.

As for the Izanagi, according to legend, it is a genjutsu that is cast on the user instead of others. When activated it removes the boundaries between reality and illusion, allowing the user to control his/her state of existence. No further details are available, though there are theories the technique could allow the user to transcend death temporarily at the cost of the Sharingan eye used to cast it.

“Oh… I wasn’t really expecting there to be such techniques.” Naruto said with a grimace. “I guess we should be glad that Madara’s Mangekyō Sharingan didn’t seem to be able to use that powerful mind illusion technique, or that he didn’t use that Izanagi technique. Otherwise I will probably be dead many times over. I hadn’t learn any Genjutsu defenses so far, I would have been practically defenseless.”

The Mangekyō Sharingan possessed quite a number of varied abilities. According to Uchiha clan’s archives, the clan were aware of eighteen Uchiha who gained the Mangekyō Sharingan, though only ten of those listed ever have their abilities recorded. Of these ten, four different Mangekyō Sharingan types were identified. Sica stated. The Mangekyō Sharingan of Madara and his brother were among those not in records, and based on the abilities he showed during the battle, Madara’s Mangekyō Sharingan did not match any of the four known Mangekyō Sharingan types.

“I wonder…” Naruto mused to himself, even as he checked his gear for the upcoming Wild Hunt exercise. “If Madara was so powerful with his Mangekyō Sharingan… Maybe I can use that same Mangekyō Sharingan against him.”

You wish to genetically alter your ocular genetic structure to possess the Mangekyō Sharingan? Sica asked.

“That thought did cross my mind. But I suspect having those eyes would also come with their own baggage of problems.” Naruto admitted. “But let’s discuss this later. First let’s get the Wild Hunt for the day over with.”

Very well. Sica affirmed. Today’s Wild Hunt is a tracking and hostage rescue operation. Red Team will be posing as a group of rogue Mist Nins. One clone will be transforming himself into a civilian woman held hostage by the Mist ninjas. The objective is to find the hideout of the Mist ninjas, take down or contain them, while ensuring the civilian hostage is rescued and survived the operation.

Battlefield intel revealed that Mist ninjas’ base is located somewhere North of your current position. This band of Mist ninjas is known for their powerful water techniques and Taijutsu skills. The operation ends within the time frame of two hours. Good luck Naruto.

Naruto rolled his eyes at Sica’s narration. “Why can’t you just tell me that the Red Team is limited to water techniques and Taijutsu attacks instead of spinning all this story about Mist ninjas?”

Centuries of Federation Psychological research on Humanity reveals that humans are more likely to remember and relish the experience when they are role playing it. Sica stated primly. It is common for Federation Training Operations to have varying story lines for different training scenarios. I believe the concept of role playing does not just apply to training exercises but also in many types of human entertainment, particular among human adults. As such, to carter for your learning needs, I have used 28 mil-cycles to craft the optimum training scenario for you today.

“Seriously?” Naruto said shaking his head in disbelief. “Federation humans are weird.”

His fingers flicked into a series of handseals as he pulled and mold the Wood chakra within him. Power flexed within his body and flowed out… in the forms of eleven wood clones exiting out of his body. It took a few seconds for the Wood clones to lose their green brown wood outer appearances, before their skin and clothes managed to stabilize into the appropriate texture and coloring. Due to his Wood Release bloodline, using the Wood clones technique came remarkably easy to him. Naruto just never saw the need to use this particular clone technique until now.

With Sica’s rule that it would not help Naruto during the Wild Hunt exercise, it became redundant to use Shadow Clones to help him during the exercise. The Shadow Clones’ Sicas would have refused to assist him in the duration of the exercise. As such, it was much better to call on Wood clones who were tougher then Shadow Clones, able to communicate with him from afar without the aid of Sicas, and merge into plants.

Among the few records Sica had managed to scan of the Wood clone technique, it also possesses various other utility features that Naruto was still trying to master. The fact that the Wood clones’ Sica replicas did not work at all do not actually matter during the Wild Hunt exercise. What was important was their durability in combat and various other utility skills.

“Alright, the five of you are the forward team. As for you, you are to stay behind and watch over me while I direct the forward team.” Naruto said, taking command of his wood clones. “The remaining five, I need you to transform yourself into kunai. Each of member of the forward team will take one of you. The five transformed clones will be our… insurance, once we located Red Team.”

The Wood clones nodded, dividing themselves up. One of the clone moved to stand by him, while five of the clones transformed into Kunai which the rest of the clones quickly picked up, one a piece. Unlike the Shadow clone technique, the power of the wood clones are proportional to the power the user focuses on the clones.

Due to this, for maximum effect, Naruto needs to stay behind to make sure he can fully utilize the power of his wood clones. As of current time, he had not mastered the art of fighting and effectively managing his wood clones at the same time, and eleven wood clones was the most he could manage at a time.

Making sure his team was ready, Naruto turned to look down at Sica on his wrist.

“Alright Sica we are good to go.” Naruto announced.

Acknowledge. Sica said. Wild Hunt exercise will commerce in 5 seconds. 5, 4, 3…

Naruto frowned when Sica’s mental voice came to a sudden halt.

Wild Hunt exercise has been halted. I am receiving a priority information package from S31. Sica stated. You need to know of this. It appears after further data analysis by S31, that the Madara Uchiha who attacked the Uchiha clan, might not be the original Madara Uchiha of legend… S31 has reached a probability of 95% that the attacker might actually be one Obito Uchiha, allegedly deceased during the Third Shinobi World War…


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