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Note: This is not based in the Naurto world, but is my own creation (inspired by Naruto, as Naruto is inspired by DBZ). Please comment on this, giving constructive critisms or positive notes about it. If I get enough comments, I'll make chapter 2, and add it to my groups list of FF (the link is in my sig).
Narrator: In a world, far different from your own, magic rules the land. All event that occured here were controlled by magic, and on day, far, FAR before the beginning of our story, on man attempted to tame magic. After years off attempts, and near-death experiences with the almighty, natural force, this man tamed magic, and became known as the First Spellcaster(Shodaime Majutsu-shi). He passed down his secrets from generation to generation. But while he was praised like a god, the magic of the earth rebelled against him. After his untimely death, the magic that had come to loath him was unleased from the earth, and became known as 'Black Magic'. The Black Magic took some of the most powerful spellcasters, the 'Sorcerers', onto it's own side, creating a race of Dark Spellcasters. These spellcasters were the only one's who could use Black Magic, as it took over the minds of anyone else who tried to bend it to their will, as they do with regular magic. Eventually, the most powerful Dark Spellcaster became overrun with Black Magic, and became what is known today as 'The Darkness'. His form became that of a swirling black vortex of nothingness, and he became the one who regulated all Black Magic throughout the world. The Darkness was feared by all, until one day, a direct decendant of Manjutsu came forth, who would be known as 'The Great One'. The Great One was reconized by all magic as a decendant of Manjutsu, and so The Darkness strayed away from him. Manjutsu mastered a powerful form of magic, which he called 'Pure Magic', or 'White Magic'. With his Pure Magic, and his magical sword that was hand-crafted by the now-extinct elven race, who were so in one with nature, that magic was almost their ancestor, The Great One fought, and killed, The Darkness, but at the cost of his own life. The Great One had a single son, who had two possiblities for his future. One possibility was to be great like his father, while the second was to use his fathers greatness that was within him to ressurect The Darkness...
Scene: A Dense Forest in the Dead of Night.
Messenger(To himself): I must hurry, before 'he' catches me!
There is the snap of a branch and the messenger turned around to see nothing, but he knew that the man he's trying to escape was still there.
Messenger(To himself): Mustn't stop!
The messenger clutched the box he was protecting close to his chest, and ran until he saw a fork in the road.
Messenger(To himself): Perfect Magic Clone!
There is a shimmer of light as a second Messenger appears next to the first, copying his every movement until they got to the fork in the road, where they split up.
A man dressed in black, metal armor that left no part of his skin showing appeared at the crossroads.
???: You honestly think you can escape with THAT!?!?
Black flames engulf the air next to the armored man, and they come together to create a perfect clone of him.
???: GO!
He and the clone run down either direction, knowing that they can outrun the messenger. The clone reached his messenger first, and threw a sword at his back, causing his to errupt in a burst of sparkles that went to the left, towards the real messenger.
???: Heh.
The clone errupts into a burst of flames that follows the sparkles.
The sparkles return to the messenger, returning to him the half of his magic he used to create it. The messenger looked back to see the armored man collecting the black flames in his gauntlet.
Messenger(To himself): I can't do this for much longer! And I can't fight him; even without his crystal, he's still immensly powerful!
The messenger closed his eyes, and teleported away. At the exact point the messenger teleported away, a circle of black flames sprang to life, and the armored man jumped through it, landing in a town that was sound asleep
???: You know I can find you. Just give me what is mine, and I'll let you go.
Messenger(To himself): I can't let him-
The merchant stand the messenger was hiding behind exploded in a plume of black, smokeless flames.
???: Just remembering that I can read minds as clear as words?
The messenger stood upright, turning around to face the man. He held the box close to his chest, and he began to glow. His colors became metalic (ex: yellow=gold, grey=silver, ect.), except for the black box, which glowed an eirry red.
???: So you do have it. I was beginning to think you were just a dummy, like the others.
A circle of black flames appeared beside the man, and at least eleven people, all burnt to a crisp, fell out.
Messenger: I can't let you have it!
???: But it's mine.
The man's colors became even more intensified.
Messenger: You know this spell, don't you? Don't come any closer, or I'll use it.
???: But you'll destroy the crystal.
Messenger: You can't destroy crystals! And it isn't yours, anymore! It's to be given to the next capsule!
???: But I'm not dead yet.
Messenger: BUT YOU SHOULD BE!!!!
???: Hush, people are sleeping, here.
The man laid a hand on the messengers shoulder, and the messenger exploded with all of the magic in his body. The spell pushed the man in the armor back, and destroyed the box, but both he and what he was after were perfectly in tact.
???: Ah, it's been a long time, hasn't it Demon?
The man picked up the glowing, red crystal and flipped open a compartment on the wrist of his gauntlet, inserting the crystal into it.
Demon: Very long, sir. I can't believe they tried to put me into another body!
???: Well, to be fair, you're not really in my body, just in a device that allows me to control the others crystals well, for as you know, if I were to just put them into my body, they would fuse with you, rebel, and try to kill me. But with this, I have absolute control over every crystal, not that I need it for you, they're separate, unless I want to fuse them, and will unfuse when I want them to, and they can't take over my body without my permission, which I can take back at any time.
Demon: Impressive device, boss. But why can't you put me directly into you?
???: Because, I'm not fully human anymore, and so I can't be a ture capsule. But soon, I will have you all, and then, with the help of a new spell I'm working on, we can truely be one, once again.
Demon: I suppose boss. But what about-
???: Don't even talk to me about him! And my new spell takes care of him, anyways. Yes, my plan will come together, but not for a while...
Narrator: In a world, far different from your own, magic rules the land. All event that occured here were controlled by magic, and on day, far, FAR before the beginning of our story, on man attempted to tame magic. After years off attempts, and near-death experiences with the almighty, natural force, this man tamed magic, and became known as the First Spellcaster(Shodaime Majutsu-shi). He passed down his secrets from generation to generation. But while he was praised like a god, the magic of the earth rebelled against him. After his untimely death, the magic that had come to loath him was unleased from the earth, and became known as 'Black Magic'. The Black Magic took some of the most powerful spellcasters, the 'Sorcerers', onto it's own side, creating a race of Dark Spellcasters. These spellcasters were the only one's who could use Black Magic, as it took over the minds of anyone else who tried to bend it to their will, as they do with regular magic. Eventually, the most powerful Dark Spellcaster became overrun with Black Magic, and became what is known today as 'The Darkness'. His form became that of a swirling black vortex of nothingness, and he became the one who regulated all Black Magic throughout the world. The Darkness was feared by all, until one day, a direct decendant of Manjutsu came forth, who would be known as 'The Great One'. The Great One was reconized by all magic as a decendant of Manjutsu, and so The Darkness strayed away from him. Manjutsu mastered a powerful form of magic, which he called 'Pure Magic', or 'White Magic'. With his Pure Magic, and his magical sword that was hand-crafted by the now-extinct elven race, who were so in one with nature, that magic was almost their ancestor, The Great One fought, and killed, The Darkness, but at the cost of his own life. The Great One had a single son, who had two possiblities for his future. One possibility was to be great like his father, while the second was to use his fathers greatness that was within him to ressurect The Darkness...
Scene: A Dense Forest in the Dead of Night.
Messenger(To himself): I must hurry, before 'he' catches me!
There is the snap of a branch and the messenger turned around to see nothing, but he knew that the man he's trying to escape was still there.
Messenger(To himself): Mustn't stop!
The messenger clutched the box he was protecting close to his chest, and ran until he saw a fork in the road.
Messenger(To himself): Perfect Magic Clone!
There is a shimmer of light as a second Messenger appears next to the first, copying his every movement until they got to the fork in the road, where they split up.
A man dressed in black, metal armor that left no part of his skin showing appeared at the crossroads.
???: You honestly think you can escape with THAT!?!?
Black flames engulf the air next to the armored man, and they come together to create a perfect clone of him.
???: GO!
He and the clone run down either direction, knowing that they can outrun the messenger. The clone reached his messenger first, and threw a sword at his back, causing his to errupt in a burst of sparkles that went to the left, towards the real messenger.
???: Heh.
The clone errupts into a burst of flames that follows the sparkles.
The sparkles return to the messenger, returning to him the half of his magic he used to create it. The messenger looked back to see the armored man collecting the black flames in his gauntlet.
Messenger(To himself): I can't do this for much longer! And I can't fight him; even without his crystal, he's still immensly powerful!
The messenger closed his eyes, and teleported away. At the exact point the messenger teleported away, a circle of black flames sprang to life, and the armored man jumped through it, landing in a town that was sound asleep
???: You know I can find you. Just give me what is mine, and I'll let you go.
Messenger(To himself): I can't let him-
The merchant stand the messenger was hiding behind exploded in a plume of black, smokeless flames.
???: Just remembering that I can read minds as clear as words?
The messenger stood upright, turning around to face the man. He held the box close to his chest, and he began to glow. His colors became metalic (ex: yellow=gold, grey=silver, ect.), except for the black box, which glowed an eirry red.
???: So you do have it. I was beginning to think you were just a dummy, like the others.
A circle of black flames appeared beside the man, and at least eleven people, all burnt to a crisp, fell out.
Messenger: I can't let you have it!
???: But it's mine.
The man's colors became even more intensified.
Messenger: You know this spell, don't you? Don't come any closer, or I'll use it.
???: But you'll destroy the crystal.
Messenger: You can't destroy crystals! And it isn't yours, anymore! It's to be given to the next capsule!
???: But I'm not dead yet.
Messenger: BUT YOU SHOULD BE!!!!
???: Hush, people are sleeping, here.
The man laid a hand on the messengers shoulder, and the messenger exploded with all of the magic in his body. The spell pushed the man in the armor back, and destroyed the box, but both he and what he was after were perfectly in tact.
???: Ah, it's been a long time, hasn't it Demon?
The man picked up the glowing, red crystal and flipped open a compartment on the wrist of his gauntlet, inserting the crystal into it.
Demon: Very long, sir. I can't believe they tried to put me into another body!
???: Well, to be fair, you're not really in my body, just in a device that allows me to control the others crystals well, for as you know, if I were to just put them into my body, they would fuse with you, rebel, and try to kill me. But with this, I have absolute control over every crystal, not that I need it for you, they're separate, unless I want to fuse them, and will unfuse when I want them to, and they can't take over my body without my permission, which I can take back at any time.
Demon: Impressive device, boss. But why can't you put me directly into you?
???: Because, I'm not fully human anymore, and so I can't be a ture capsule. But soon, I will have you all, and then, with the help of a new spell I'm working on, we can truely be one, once again.
Demon: I suppose boss. But what about-
???: Don't even talk to me about him! And my new spell takes care of him, anyways. Yes, my plan will come together, but not for a while...
