The Fairy's Emblem: Can you survive the tale?

[MetroidMaster1]

Please note that this fiction is a planned 15 or possibly more chapter work, I will be posting eight of these chapters for viewing as I complete them, to view the rest you will need to follow the links provided or go to www.fanfiction.com or www.fictionpress.com and search for usernames avatarmaniac(fiction press username) and NaruZeldaMaster(fanfiction.net username)
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This story is very similar to the Neverending Story, if you ever wanted to check that out but soon found it was too kidie for you then this story may perk your interest a bit more. When reviewing please mind your manners and no flaming!
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Chapter One: The Journey Begins

Alan sighed as he looked at the swath of careless excessive force he used in taming the large dragon now laying behind him in a large energy net. Though these were truly the streets of the worst state to live in ever, New York, none but Alan and the few people trying to grab hold of the net could see the massive beast, snarling and thrashing in an attmpt to escape it.

“Look I don’t want to here it okay, if it’s the same song as before I am not in the mood!” Alan put his hands up defensively as he spoke with slight sense of fear and a hint of sarcasm.

A hooded figure in an incredibly ornate cloak that looked like something you’d expect to see in a Harry Potter movie appeared in front of Alan from a beam of light shot down from the sky. The artisan symbol lied both on her necklace and on the cloak, which she soon threw off to reveal her field clothes.

“Thorn?? What the heck are you doing here…and I thought you were plant elemental…” Alan’s tone was as shocked as his face as he eyed the essentially curvy woman about his age over.

“Haha, you’re Roku…hmph…more like nature boy; it’s no wonder you’re still in the lower thirties! And duh, it’s a teleporter spell…besides…you know the masters never show up in person.” She responded with a chuckle as she walked around him rather erm…teasingly.

Alan blinked as he tried to calculate what the famous lady Thorn was talking about. Was she mocking him, or simply trying to intimidate him sexually. Whatever it was, he didn’t know what to think of this Ally of his.

“Wait…what state are you? I mean…aren’t you stationed somewhere else; New York’s my domain sweetheart. Or is this…heh…a personal visit, and would you know anyone by the name of Rose by any chance?” Alan chuckled as he spoke and used his body language to show her he wasn’t intimidated.

Thorn froze; this boy sure had a good poker face if he caught on to her this quickly. And why did he suddenly ask her about a normal name? Business was business, and as nervous as she was. She couldn’t ruin her secret, especially with him seemingly reminding her of someone she’d met recently.

“R-rose…oh uhm…hmph…I know what you’re doing big boy! Well it’s not going to work! I don’t know who the hell this Rose girl is or why you’re so interested in her.” She responded bitterly as she quickly casted another teleportation spell and vanished.

Alan stood there in shock, what the heck was that all about? Was this Lady Thorn Bi-polar or something, whatever the case he didn’t have time for that now.

“Oh crap, I’m gonna be late again!” He thought aloud as he quickly realized the morning sun rising and shining its orange light on the now slightly misty streets of his run down, hell pit of a hometown.

Alan rushed as quickly as he could on foot, but the school was downtown and several blocks away from him. At this rate, he would never make it in time. So he created hills of mud around his feet and used them to thrust himself forward at a much faster pace, making sure to stay out of sight. This was perfectly doable when all he had to do was take slow, deep breaths and raise his arms. Turning the low mist into a now thick fog as he passed places where many people were at. When he came up to the run down, slightly destroyed school Alan wondered why this place still had the highest rank of students in the county. Honestly, the creaky wooden gymnasium floors…the dorm doors that nearly fell off their hinges? Well even if he didn’t get it, maybe his parents did, and were paying the nice two thousand a year price to prove it.

“Alan Johnson…hmph…tardy or rather, very fashionably late again! What was it this time…a Harpy asked you out on a date?” The voice of his skinny, lab coat-wearing teacher was annoyed and disgusted as always.

As he looked at his nervous classmates, he realized that this woman was the famous professor. The stone cold giant standing at around five two who’s skill in depriving a student of ‘stalling’ was world known. Alan himself being a professional in this skill, and the clock being just a few ticks away from the bell. He figured he’d put his own slightly super quarterback build against the grind.

“Oh… verrrry funny coming from a teacher who knows that this particular student hates ‘fiction’. I just got caught up in traffic is all…so…what did I miss Teach?” He asked with a big grin on his face walking up to the desk and resting his hand on the table.

The already steamed professor glared at the coy young man staring her down with a big grin on his face, she raised an eyebrow at his disheveled hair and devious eyes. So what if the child could easily bench two hundred and forty pounds, a student was a student. And she intended to make that point clear, here and now. She did so by pulling a book out of her desk and slamming it on the top in front of him.

“Well, well…so you’re the infamous trickster, hmph…oh yes the inner circles of the teaching conventions and meetings have told me plenty of information about you young man! Just to let you know, I just assigned the rest of the class a five-page essay on this book. I’m sure you’ll find it quite enjoyable.” She shoved the large paperback book in the boys face and handed him the details of the assignment.

Alan was a bit surprised; this woman wasn’t gonna back down any time soon. Noticing the clock again, he smiled and flicked his wrist a few times.

“So you expect me to do five page report on thi--hey, what’s the idea teach??” Alan played dumb as he tried to swipe the book from his teacher.

“Hmph! Not so fast “hot shot”! This’s my personal copy of The Fairy’s emblem…you can look at the charming bookstore that just got a copy in this week. Everyone else has been reading it over spring break.” The professor’s voice was happy, yet still assertive as she spoke.

The other students hushed and started chatting quietly as the two went back and fourth, Alan continued to give them the ditching signal that stalers often used to let the class know what they were up to. The clock kept ticking away, and the argument grew tenser as it went on, until finally the teacher was caught off guard by something she never expected to hear at a time like this.

“Well I nerve--… very clever Alan, I admit defeat this time…and I’m letting you off with a warning. But if you ever try and stall me again…” She paused and put her hand on a detention slip as the bell rang and the many students bolted to the cafeteria.

“Ha, we’ll see miss Agatha…we’ll see!” Alan laughed as he took his assignment and punishment happily and left the room with a big grin on his face.

“Oh dear…what AM I going to do with that boy…perhaps you could help him more than I. Then again…even I don’t believe you’re real…” Agatha responded with a chuckle while looking at the book’s inside cover art. A picture of a so-called goddess was painted extremely ornately on a mural.

Alan groaned after hours of searching several bookstores, one book is all he needed. But no…the world famous book just had to be sold out at every store, well perhaps not every store in town. He’d avoided the one place his teacher suggested. So he spent a few minutes asking people about the place his teacher had written down.

After a few hours of walking, he came up to a quaint little store shoved in-between two other stores. The place was like those old Chinese buildings, with slanted roof, red tiling, bamboo walls, and of course excessively detailed dragon sculptures. A sign that was above the door red the name of the store, and it just had to be a dragon shaped sign…corny.

“The Golden Dragon…ugh…I think I’m gonna lose my lunch…” Alan groaned sarcastically as he entered the shop holding his breath.

The inside of the place was even freakier than the outside, and definitely overdone. Its furniture had the dragon theme, and the shelves and walls were decorated with of course dragons. Top that off with the enormous mural rug on the floor, the bead curtains on the inside of the doors to the other areas of the store. This place was definitely cornball central; it was like he was in a bad horror movie, or at least one of those freaky bookstores. As in, one of the kind where something weird or crazy happens to the person that bought a book from there.

Odd…why the heck is my artisan charm glowing? Hmph must be bugging out cause of all the cliché in the area. Alan thought with a chuckle as he walked up to the counter.

A woman in a surprisingly underdone Kimono came shuffling out of the back room with a smile on her face. If not for the fact that she worked in the freaky bookstore, Alan could’ve considered asking about her daughters if any.

“Ah…another bold adventurer ready to challenge the works of Hara…what can I do for you young man?” The woman asked with a warm and surprisingly calm tone as she started writing things down.

Alan wasn’t sure what this woman meant, Hara…that sounded like some Roman or Greek god or something. Whatever the case, and despite the freakiness of the voices coming from the shelves of the store, he decided to ask.

“Uh….Riiigggghhhht…I’m a student at a local school, and my teacher sent me here to-” The woman put her hand over his mouth and laughed.

“Ah-ah I know exactly what you’re here for…just give me a moment.” She disappeared behind the back rooms taking one of those rolling ladders with her.

Oookayy…creepy, hmm…nice place. Alan thought with a laugh as he wandered around the main room a little bit.

As he wandered the shelves of the front room, Alan noticed something weird about the store. The woman disappeared behind a room where he saw there was no store on the other end on the outside; she also knew what he was here for somehow. The oddest thing being that his artisan charm had started to speak to him. His charm was something he’d always found important, made of gold, silver, bronze, and sapphire that glowed whenever danger was near. Sometimes the charm even served as a warning of danger, but where was the danger at…good question!

“Okay…this place is getting creepy enough…huh…no way…you have it?!” Alan turned around when she returned to the front counter with a big smile on her face and a rather large book in her hands.

“Yes…I must caution you…this is a very dangerous copy. It’s one of the original printings, a rare artifact indeed. See for yourself the wonders it contains…” She responded handing the unsurprisingly overdone book to him carefully, like it was about to explode or something.

Alan cautiously took the large, leather book in his hands. Its front cover covered in gold symbols of an unrecognizable language and one very large seal. A pair of long bodied dragons dueled each other while wrapping themselves around four seals, earth, water, fire, and wind. Oddly enough, a small keyhole shaped design was embedded in the center. In English just above the seal it red The Fairy’s Emblem.

“Whoa…the pictures look…alive…” Alan flipped through the pages and smiled in awe of the detail. Even a friend of his couldn’t draw this well.

“Yes…they are alive, that world is brought to life by the imaginations of every living child. Their sorrows, their happiness, their dreams and nightmares are all floating around the words of those pages. Do you here that…the book is calling to you…” She explained with a smile as the book’s voices began to speak.

Alan raised an eyebrow, there was definitely something weird about this book. As he flipped through some of the latter pages of the book, he started to hear cries of help. Oddly enough, he felt compelled to answer them, if he could. He chuckled and shook the idea out of his head, like he would want to do that.

“Um…Riiigggghhhht…so…how much to rent--ouch…what the heck is wrong with you lady??” Alan responded in a panic as she slammed the book closed onto his hands.

“No rent, only buy! This journey is one that must be finished in one reading…” She snapped sternly and a little fearfully as one of the dragon’s glowed purple, the other glowed white.

“Alright, alright…Jeeze…here then…is this enough?” Alan reluctantly gave half of his billfold to the strange woman.

“Yes…be sure to let me know how your…haha book report goes…” She chimed with a chuckle as he walked out of the store in a hurry.

Man…what is up with that lady? What did she mean all that bull crap about the pages being alive anyway…oh well. I guess there’s only one way to find out. Alan chuckled a little and headed back to his dorm in as quick a rush as he left the store.

Alan laughed at the thought of it, books coming alive with people’s imagination. Yeah right, he had no imagination; it wouldn’t faze him if he saw a God or something. With all due curiosity, he began to flip through the book some more.

“Hara the goddess of fiction…yeah right…there’s only one God. Hmm…I wonder how much this piece of junk would go for on EBay.” Alan thought aloud with a chuckle as he dusted off the emblem on the front.

“Piece of junk?! How dare you criticize that which you have not read nor written and imagined?” A booming and angry female voice erupted from the book as Alan tossed it to the floor.

Oh…it looks as if I’ve angered a god, tsk this aught to be interesting. Alan thought with a smirk as he watched the book open and flip through its own pages rapidly.

“I see you are quite disbelieving Alan Johnson! Hmph well…perhaps a little make believe in my world will change that.” A large and transparent woman appeared from the pages of the book as the room began to generate wind.

“Your world…ha, if you’re a god lady…then prove it! Do something so all mighty that’ll scare the crap outta me just by looking at you!” Alan figured he’d taunt this image of a woman who’d shown herself.

“You dare disrespect me…the guardian god of all fiction which you have so callously criticized?! Very well…it seems that your desperate teen years and the loss of your family have robbed you of your imagination. If you wish to be re-sparked in that manor…I’ll be happy to oblige!” The woman roared angrily as she raised an arm into the air.

While she did this, the door locked, the wind got even more violent and pages started flowing out of the book. They all had the same text on them, which of course was glowing with a weird energy. Slowly a vacuum formed from the winds and started pulling Alan toward the book.

“Let us see how the oh so brave hero fares against the villains of my world! I hope you learn something from this Alan, this is something I do not do lightly!” The woman vanished into the book as a bolt of lightning and the vacuum got even stronger.

“What the heck…god…she wasn’t kidding…oh crap! This can’t happen now…my book report!” Alan shouted in surprise as the pull continued to strengthen.

Alan tried and tried, but the more he resisted the more tenacious the winds and elements around him became. There was soon thunder and even lightning floating about inside his dorm, and a large black cloud had formed. At one point Alan tried to use his powers, when he did he was struck by lightning and was sucked into the book as if it were a black hole.
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Chapter Two: A Warm Welcome

Alan groaned miserably as he began to feel himself conscious once more. He knew he was somewhere, but where; the blistering heat, the smell of camels and the sounds of bazaar marketers peddling their wears, the course and gritty feeling of sand in his clothes? The humidity was killing him, and being struck by a bolt of lightning left him dazed. In a way, he suspected where he was, but he disregarded the thought.

Yeah…as if that could even happen…huh…I must be dreaming! Alan thought with concern as he finally opened his eyes and found himself lying in a soft bed with no springs. It felt more like he was in one of those cheep hotel cots than anything else.

Alan’s sense that he was dreaming wasn’t that it seemed he’d been transported to some make believe world, but the prospect of a young woman’s breast hanging over him. He looked upward, and saw a grinning, youthful face; her skin was lightly tanned as if she’d been in a tanning bed for a few hours. Her clothes were matted cloth and a white scarf, very old looking but still interesting, his face went beat red as she put her hand on his forehead.

“Greetings traveler, I am quite relieved to see you have come to your senses. Tell me…how do you feel…” She stated warmly helping Alan lean up as he shook off his dizziness from however the heck he got here.

“Ugh…like I just got my a** kicked by King Kong…where the hell am I? And who are you anyway…” Alan responded curiously looking around as he spoke, his vision was still quite blurred, but he could see some.

“Haha, well aren’t you a happy camper! That is a rather silly statement; King Kong is just a fairy tale…though considering where we are that’s slightly believable. My name is Annatto-an han-anan, and you must be Alan Johnson correct?” The young girl responded playfully, laughing kindly as she spoke.

Alan groaned and rolled his eyes, what the hell kinda name was that? Hold on a moment…she knew his name, how the heck was that possible? His situation was already uncomfortable; but the fact that this strange girl with black, shiny hair and brown eyes with enough lean muscle to take down a middleweight champ knew who he was made it worse.

“Where we are…what are you talking about…I’m probably just dreamin--Ouch! What the hell was that for?!” Alan spat out in shock as he received a healthy cut across the arm with a blade, which the girl quickly healed afterward.

“Why…to prove you weren’t dreaming of course! Now Alan…I’m quite certain you have many questions. But please…relax and enjoy your visit here for now…there are many things we must discuss…” She chimed sarcastically as she finished up healing his wound that she inflicted herself.

“Hehe, well it’s obvious I’m not dreaming now…and…if you don’t mind I’m just gonna call you Anna for short alright hot legs?” Alan responded with a chuckle, as he looked her over.

Standing up he recognized she was remarkably tall for such an apparently young girl, perhaps in her late teens judging her…developed parts. The only thing more interesting than her height was the legs that gave it to her, thus Alan’s perfectly good reason for her other nickname.

“Hot legs? What meaning is this term you speak…my legs are feeling quite fine Thankyou. And yes…haha, I do like the sound of it…Anna…such cleverness you outworlders have! Come…let us share the sights before we begin our quest…” Anna responded with crossed arms, she seemed a bit frustrated with the comment.

“Ha, it’s a compliment Anna; it means you got an attractive set of legs…and heh…a few other things…” He explained grinning as he felt himself flush a little, Anna responded a bit like someone he knew…but who?

“Odd…what is this strange charm you bear around your neck?” She asked curiously picking the charm up to inspect it.

“T--that’s just something I’m keeping to myself! It’s nothing against you, it’s just…I took an oath of silence about its true meaning…that’s all.” He snapped defensively swiping his Artisan charm out of her hand and hiding it behind his shirt

Anna was a bit confused with this boy, as they explored her home, he began to realize the sights and sounds, and the smells were all real. He seemed to be more and more disbelieving rather than being convinced, this one would take more than a quick tour to be fully realized apparently. However Anna wasn’t quite sure what to do, she had a secret of her own to protect.

Once the exploring was through, Alan had taken in all the sights and smells along with the local music. The Afghan clothing, the red clay constructed buildings with mostly square designs, the unpaved and sandy roads populated by camel driven buggies? The blistering heat was one thing dually noted, and there was something different here that was also a bit tricky. Most of the people seemed in great poverty, and yet they still acted happy as ever; the water tasted like dirt and still they drank thankfully. All the wares of the marketers were hand crafted from clay, to gemstones and the food was by no means processed professionally.

“Okay Anna, it’s been six hours and I still have no clue where the hell I am! Is it Egypt or something, maybe Afghanistan even…the people certainly look it.” Alan groaned sarcastically as they rested for the moment, he was unknowingly being led somewhere…but where exactly?

“Haha, can you not see traveler…see inside your heart, use your imagination! You are not simply in your realm young Alan, you…are in Arabia…” Anna responded with a laugh as she turned his attention to the two suns now setting into the night sky.

Alan looked behind him, and there it was, an Arabian palace! Its huge columns and massive archways, the ornate towers and building design much richer than that of the homes underneath it. On the eastern side, a massive wooden cage the size of a skyscraper and in the shape of a cylinder contained the cries of many birds that he didn’t recognize.

“Tsk…Arabia…what…you think I’m a two-year-old Anna, honestly this is obviously just some Hollywood set or I‘m just dreaming an insanely real dream. I mean come on, if this’s Arabia, where’s Aladdin…or Jaffar for that matter?” Alan responded with a chuckle, his tone full of sarcasm and disbelief.

Anna’s face went red, the fate of the entire fictional world in the hands of this stubborn boy? Impossible, she was beginning to think it so at least…but she had to try; and try she would. Because weather he believed it or not, he was the hero of this story.

As Anna furiously tries to convince Alan of his misjudgment of her home. A vile goddess watches from the great heavens above, deep in a layer full of shadows and nightmares. Her many evil creatures await orders, as she watches the events unfolding with a witty and devilish muse.

“Ah…lookie what we have here! A hero…oh my…and he’s so adorable too, he’s such a dolt! Definitely my kind of adversary…” The god sized woman chimed as she swirls her fingers playfully in a viewing pool.

“M--madam…that human isn’t an ordinary human, he’s a gah--” A half lizard man choked as he was cut off by his master.

“You dare to interrupt me…and yes, I do know he’s one of those…oh…what’s the word artichoke or something? Hahaha, do not worry Vencian I shall give young Alan plenty of reason to believe he’s truly in the realm of fiction. As for those pesky powers of his…I’ll take care of that myself…but first…a little test.” She responded with a bone-chilling laugh as she entered the viewing pool in the form of a black mist.

Anna sighed as she rested this night, what would it take to make this stubborn child believe his own eyes? She pondered this and many other things, including the ominous clouds now forming over her precious city.

Alan was in quite a discomfort as well, his arrogance and reasoning had him tossing and turning through the night. His mind haunted with dreams of his childhood, and his beloved father and mother who vanished without trace. As the two heroes rest, a new chapter in this supposedly already written tale is unfolding. The sake of the world is trusted with these two by the oddly absent guardian god, leaving the peaceful land at the devilish whims of the vile goddess. Who seeks nothing but nightmares and destruction for all who dream of fiction, what would happen next in this wild adventure? Only time would truly tell.

The next morning, Alan felt stupid as usual…getting lectured on things he had clearly stated he didn’t believe existed. Fiction, there was no interest in this, or at least these days. If he was going to believe that he truly was in Arabia, something incredibly fictional needed to happen.

“Look for the tenth time, I don’t believe in fairy tales! When I was little, probably I’d believe this…but I’ve lost too much in my own world to give a crap about some make-believe one!” Alan countered bitterly as he turned his back on Anna and stormed off on his own, this was not his day to be sure.

“Alan…w-wait…it’s dangerous to go out on your own, please…listen…you must understand…” Anna pleaded desperately as she watched him from the windows of her little hideaway, even more ratty than the buildings in other parts of town.

“I said NO, if I’m in this so called Arabia then prove it…I’m sick of playing games and I’m sick of being here. So back off Anna, I don’t want to hear it anymore!” Alan shouted back before finally getting out of earshot from Anna’s cries.

As he wandered around the town, he noticed something odd. All of the people here seemed to look at him now, not just look…but speak. They were speaking with their faces, and they all said the same thing, danger.

Man this’s starting to freak me out…what’s gotten into these people? Hmm…those clouds…I wonder… Alan looked to the sky as he thought of the change in their moods, as he suspected, ominous black and green clouds were forming.

Alan couldn’t help but feel concerned; it just wasn’t in him to ignore something like this. But what could he do, it was just weather and he couldn’t control that. He could however manipulate his environment, to an extent. Just one problem, he had no target, no source…and as the deadly clouds created even more dangerous lightning around the town, he felt the need to ask.

“Okay…there’s more than just danger here…god…show me then…if you want me to help.” Alan focused his thoughts into his charm and on his heart, when he did he felt something shaking the earth.

At that point, the ground began to quake, and the lightning started striking in one area of the town, soon enough a massive thunder dragon rose from the ground. It’s size comparable to not one, but two trains put together. It’s energy obviously came from the clouds, or rather…maybe the clouds were giving it life.

“Who the hell are you…what do you want with these people here…answer me!” Alan ordered shouting as loud as he could; he used his power over the wind to make his voice even louder.

“Hahaha…oh dear…such a bold mortal…silly child…” The dragon wrapped itself around and the area around Alan went pitch black.

Inside his mind, a massive woman appeared before him, standing at least ten buildings tall. She was wearing dark clothes and her skin was a purple color.

“You think you’re all that…but you’re just a child…a sad, lonely, confused child. You don’t even want to be in this world…Alan Johnson.” She grinned evilly, shrank down to a ‘mortal’ size, and approached him.

“Hmph, you must be….Eris…ha, so what dragged you out of your godly bed just to see me?” Alan asked with curiosity as he forced a smile, chatting with a god, let alone this one was the last thing he needed.

Eris raised an eyebrow; this boy already knew who she was? Interesting, apparently there was some childish wit left in him after all.

“I just wanted to give you a warning…this is my world boy, and you play by my rules understand? Hmph! Of course you don’t, so please dear…don’t waste your life challenging me…you’ll regret it..” Eris laughed as she spoke, walking around Alan in a sexual way just to mess with him.

“Your world…please, you’re just an egotistic god with nothing but time and power on her hands. Why the hell should I be afraid of you…diva…” Alan kept his cold face as he watched her every move.

Alright, so now Alan believed he may possibly be in Arabia, but why would that other goddess bring him here? Was it some sick, fictional god joke, or did it have another purpose? Whatever the case, an evil god wouldn’t just drop by to chat with a random person.

“Oh…so brave…you remind me of Sinbad…haha, but that’s another story! I don’t know why Hara brought you into our world, and put simply darling I really don’t care. My plans are much too far ahead for her to fathom, in fact…here take it!” Eris formed a plate in her hand that looked exactly like the ornament on the front of the book.

“The Fairy’s Emblem I’m guessing…you must be pretty cocky if you’re just giving this to me. What’s the catch lady…” Alan’s tone was somewhat interested; he always wondered what this story was about.

Eris raised her other eyebrow this time, this boy really was a quick one. Either that or he was just plain lucky, probably someone giving him hints somewhere or something. But whatever, he was after all just a human…and a human he would become soon enough.

“Ah you are clever! Hahaha oh what a truly interesting man you are, in that case I’ll let you in on a secret. Get the four seals back from the guardians, and bring the Fairy’s Emblem back to me. Then…I’ll reward you with the one thing you want most…you do want to get home don’t you?” Eris explained as she shook her head at the boy.

“I get it, you think your sis thinks I’m a hero right? Yeah right…I’m no hero, but I’m no villain either…I’ll get those seals back and I bet I’ll kick your a** and find my own way out of this crazy book!” Alan chimed with pride sticking the Fairy’s Emblem into his back pocket as he spoke.

“Ahahaha…oh just what I was hoping you’d say. I applaud and approve your challenge Alan…there’s just one little…catch!” Eris reached and grabbed Alan’s artisan charm.

Alan felt a strange feeling at first, then a painful one, he tried to break his charm free from the goddesses grip but it was impossible.

“What are…you…doing…” He could hardly talk as the pain struck him even harder, he watched in shock as the energy from his Artisan charm vaporized into the goddess.

“I’m just making sure you don’t cheat darling! Real heroes don’t need powers, they’ve got the heart to defeat the enemy…and friends to help them along the way. Unfortunately for you Alan Johnson…in this world, you have no allies!” Eris laughed the usual bone-chilling laugh as she vanished from Alan’s mind.

Alan groaned as he stood up, the dragon was gone and the weather had returned to normal. Eris had apparently left this world’s mortal realm for now, but what did she mean? Heroes don’t need powers, yeah right,…Aladdin had his genie, Sinbad had his pirate crew, and Luke Skywalker had his force powers. Wait…why now of all times was he thinking of those things? He was half-dead on the ground, out in the middle of a strange world with no help at all. The last thing he needed to have on his mind was a fairy tale, considering he was in one right now!

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More chapters to come after some feedback biggrin

[Blairre]

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"...none but Alan and the few people trying to grab hold of the ne..."

I tried to get started reading this, but found the first paragraph pretty much incomplete. Didn't know if that was on purpose or if you just missed it.

[MetroidMaster1]

Blairre

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"...none but Alan and the few people trying to grab hold of the ne..."

I tried to get started reading this, but found the first paragraph pretty much incomplete. Didn't know if that was on purpose or if you just missed it.

Ah my bad, yeah I just missed that, I make quick fix now ^_^

EDIT: Okay, the little typo is fixed now. I believe it was the fault of me copy/pasting from the original document.

[MetroidMaster1]

second part of chapter two ^_^
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“Is he coming around? Hey…he’s waking up, go get Anna hurry!” A young male voice shouted with relief as Alan finally felt his senses again.

This time Alan found himself in a somewhat cool environment most likely indoors. The smell of odd chemicals wafted through the air, the sound of strange machinery creaking and struggling to function properly. No doubt about it that this dark, dimly lit place with very few real furnishings was a laboratory. As he got up and opened his eyes, his vision was slowly returning, seeing two unfamiliar figures and one recognizable one.

“Anna…where am I…who the heck are these two anyway?” Alan groaned as he spoke, trying to shake off the remaining pain in his body.

“These two are the ones who saved your life; they found you about to be devoured by a pack of wolf-hawks.” Anna responded with a smile on her face as she handed him a glass of water and sat down next to him.

Alan looked up and felt surprised, two complete strangers wanting to help him? That was something that had never happened before, at least not in reality.

The boy was dressed in what appeared to be an Arabian variation of a mechanic’s outfit. It was covered in grease along with his tanned skin and his scruffy blond hair was smoldered by dust. His fit build wasn’t quite Herculean, far from it in fact…but he still looked as if he could bench press a buss. The older woman was a feast for the eyes for any type of man. Her white lab coat hugged her trim curves and tall body, her hair went down to her waist and her skin was white like a sheet. Considering the circumstances, he figured these two were related, or something like that.

“Uh…t--thanks…I’m kinda new around here…and you won’t believe what happened to me. So…who are you guys anyway, I mean literally.” Alan asked again, this time with a little more relaxed tone.

“Haha well aren’t you the inquisitive one? My, you outsiders sure have quite strange personalities! I am Aslia and my young assistant here is Fringe, we’re the top researchers of this world.” Aslia answered with a laugh, as she looked Alan over.

“Tsk…duh, no offence Aslia…but you have mad scientist written all over you! What the hell is a wolf hawk anyway?” Alan raised an eyebrow at the mention of the two creatures as if they were one.

Fringe grinned wide and rushed to his room, then returned with an odd creature in his arms. The beast was roughly the size of an average puppy, its face similar to that of a cougar, boasting the body of a wolf. Its silvery blue furs looked soft to the touch and the wings looked elegant, almost like that of a phoenix.

“This’s Max! He’s a wolf-hawk I found hurt in the well one time...we’re good friends. Wanna say hi?” Fringe chimed excitedly shoving the odd, scruffy creature in Alan’s face.

Alan took one sniff of that fowl animal’s breath and had to hold his hands over his mouth. That thing’s odor was enough to drop a Terex!

“Ugh…uh…hi…yeah…whatever, say Aslia…do you know anything about this?” Alan asked curiously pulling the ornament out of his back pocket.

Aslia took the seal in her hands and almost fell backward, the sacred Fairy’s Emblem right in her hands. It’s cunning design, the detail on the two dragons dueling around the seals of the four elements, and the odd keyhole in the center. This artifact was a wonder not often seen by such a lowly peasant like her.

“Know it…I live it! Even the legend and a hero from the outside world shall encounter the two sisters. The guardian Hara welcomes the outsider to her realm while the vile Eris plots their destruction, hoping to use the sacred seal known as the Fairy’s Emblem to break the bindings of reality.” Aslia spoke poetically as she read the inscription carved into the back of the ornament roughly the size of a cd rom.

“A hero from the outside…Alan, the prophesy is about you…surely it must be! Tell us, in grand detail…just who and what are you; perhaps we can decipher why lady Hara chose you.” Anna chimed excitedly putting her hands on his shoulders with an eager look in her eyes.

“Chose me…tsk, she forced me to come into this crazy world! But…okay…you guys seem to be pretty serious about this prophesy thing…” Alan answered with rough sarcasm as he thought of it; it did seem rather odd that a goddess would choose a random person to do something like that.

And so Alan took many hours discussing with his three new friends the truth of his origins. He explained who he was, what he was, and how he was sent into this fantasy world. More and more their faces began beaming with hope as he explained in further detail; it was like they’d been waiting centuries for him to arrive. In all due respect, he wanted to help, in fact he felt like the lord was leading him to help them. Unfortunately, there was one little issue, and that would be a major kink in any plan.

“What…you don’t have your powers…what mighty magic’s did the goddess steal from you Alan?” Aslia asked in surprise taking his Artisan charm in her hand and staring at it with great interest.

“Mighty…tsk…sure I was powerful, but nowhere near strong enough to take on a god. Even if I had my powers, where would we start? I mean the four seals of the four elements that I just happened to have the power to control won’t be so easy to find, at least if my memory of these sorts of stories is as solid as I remember.” Alan responded in frustration as he swiped his charm out of her hand and stuck it back into his shirt.

Anna sighed and paced the floor, she knew she’d heard the word Artisan somewhere before. As she pondered the situation, she also considered Alan’s new friends. Sure, Aslia and Fringe weren’t the best heroes…they could only be scientists. However…it was definitely plausible for one explanation to be true.

“Aslia…what of the five lands outside Arabia, could they have anything to do with this?” Anna asked with a bit of a grim look on her face as she sat down in one of the wooden stools.

Aslia thought for a moment before answering, she was a scientist, not an archeologist. Then something else came to mind, there were six cities in the world of Alasntia. The mountains of Amazonia, the oceans of Atlantis, the meadows of Ractal, the flying islands of Astao, the capitol city of Arabia, and the hidden Mitonia the temple of the gods.

“Hmm…yes…the five lands outside Arabia may have something to do with where we can search. See here…the golden dragon must symbolize Hara, and the black dragon Eris; if that is true, then…the four seals must be hidden in the four corners of our land. With the key to seal the vile goddess away locked in a temple hidden from view.” Aslia responded with concern as she showed the different areas of the Emblem to the others.

As the scientist paced the floor and began rambling in some odd tongue, Alan got a little nervous. Was he really going to trust his life and mission with this person? If so, would that even be a wise idea, considering that the lab looked like something out of a science fiction film.

“Uh…say Fringe…does she always get like this talking about ruins and stuff?” Alan asked chuckling a little, as he watched the woman apparently his age bustle about the lab gathering things to prepare for…something.

“Haha, heck yeah she does! She’s a total nut about the cruddy ruins and silly old tomes; she even tries to recreate the insane mad science formulas she finds!” Fringe chimed playfully laughing at his sister as he watched her go around the lab.

Aslia heard their conversation and stopped dead in her tracks, placed what she was carrying on the counter and stormed over to Fringe. It wasn’t often he crossed the line, but the little runt just had to say insane and science in the same breath.

“Mad Science is not insane; it is pure, unrestrained research that combines the art of magic with the chemicals and formulas of science! It’s what gave you birth in case you forgot you little rodent!” Aslia snapped defensively picking the boy up by his shirt so she could look him in the eye.

“Whoa, whoa…settle down sis…I forgot okay…for Hara’s sake, I was only teasing! By the way…watcha gettn’ all packed up over there…a picnic?” Fringe asked grinning widely as she put him down and dusted him off a little bitterly.

“What the--haha you seriously expect me to believe that you actually created “life” with science? That’s impossible, I suppose you have a formula for everything then…prove it…” Alan grinned sarcastically as he folded his arms and looked at the wide assortment of chemicals and weird ingredients.

“Hehe told ya he wouldn’t believe it…” Fringe chimed tauntingly as he backed away from his now red-faced sister.

Aslia didn’t say a word before heading over to a section of the cabinets marked hormones. She brought back a medium sized vile shaped like a woman that contained a blue fluid that was glowing a light green.

“Here’s your proof…judging from your character I’d assume you are one of those boys who often wonders what it’s like to be a female correct?” She asked grinning evilly as she handed it to him.

Alan took the cap off and sniffed it; the sweet scent reminded him of perfume. And the glowing immediately started shining from the neck of the bottle.

“Hmph…like this’s really gonna turn me into a woman…if it did…just on the outside?” He responded raising an eyebrow as he sniffed the odd smelling fluid once more.

“Yes, I assure you the transformation is merely physical and temporal of course! There’s no antidote, but I decided not to use as much preservative in this batch.” Aslia responded chuckling a little evilly as she watched him sniff it again, it would’ve already started working if he inhaled any more.

“Well then…this might be kinda interesting, heh…past the teeth, through the gums…look out stomach…ugh…here it comes!” Alan chimed grinning sarcastically as he prepared to drink the contents of the vile.

At first, all Alan felt was the slimy fluid draining down the back of his neck. A few seconds later, the cool fluid sank into the pit of his stomach and started bubbling. An odd tingling sensation struck his abdomen, then it slowly began to spread its way outward. Once this sensation was covering his entire body, he felt like he couldn’t stop laughing, his body began to feel like putty. His eyes widened as he watched his muscular figure slim down to almost nothing, the hair on his legs and arms retracted, soon he felt pressure in his chest and gulped nervously. He had plenty of reasons to be nervous, the tingling feeling grew stronger at his waist and in a few minutes, he was a woman from head to toe.

“I…I…I don’t…believe this…god…even my voice…is this me!” Alan was shocked at his new body as his blurred vision returned to normal.

“Yes…you see how that formula you just consumed works, is it enters your genetic structure and alters the genes that make up your physical build. Haha, lucky for you it will wear off before sunrise tomorrow…so enjoy it while it lasts!” Aslia responded with a laugh as she helped him stand up and gain his balance.

Staring at his breast and feeling his curbs were the first things to get out of his system. He was surprised to see even that had changed, he even felt something weird behind his stomach…most likely a womb. It really was somewhat cool, so he took a picture of himself just for kicks and then rested for the night. Knowing his adventures tomorrow were going to be much more exhausting than a simple gender swap.

Arabia…I can’t believe it, I really am IN Arabia…at least this incarnation of it. Man…it feels so weird, like I’ve been wanting to come here my whole life. Whatever lies in wait for me tomorrow, I can’t let my guard down. Alan thought with a smile as he shivered and dreamt of the adventures to come.

Anna smiled as she came in to check on Alan, thankfully he’d returned to normal by now. She walked over to his bedside and put his hand against her face, feeling its warmth.

“We’ve been waiting for a long time for you…welcome Alan of New York, welcome to Arabia. Let us hope our journey is a swift and safe one.” She whispered tenderly placing his covers back on his bed and his hand on the pillow as she stood up to leave the room.

As she left his room, she turned around and looked at his smiling face. Alan was no longer lost in his heart, or at least it seemed so, the worries of is childhood were gone. And his imagination and belief that he truly was in a realm of fiction was slowly igniting, the sooner that candle light became a blazing fire…the sooner his hopes…along with that of the rest of her precious home would truly be restored.

When Alan woke up the next morning, he enjoyed a nice conversation with his three new friends. Despite the fact that he spent five hours in a woman’s body, he felt like he’d been sleeping for days. And dreaming for days, that would be an odd feeling, yet it would also be a good icebreaker.

“Man…I slept like a little kid last night, and I had an awesome dream too!” Alan groaned happily, as he stretched to wake himself up more before they headed off on their journey.

“Oh…what sort of dream, let me guess…it was about girls…” Aslia chimed teasingly as she finished packing up a small case of odd formulas.

“Not just any girl…a princess…of Arabia…man she was beautiful…” Alan responded sighing as he cracked his knuckles while thinking of his dream girl.

Anna raised an eyebrow at the mention of the princess, she’d never really met the princess of her country. Well she wanted to believe so at least, and there were things in her mind as well. Though this topic seemed much more…appropriate than her idea.

“The princess you say…interesting, what was she like?” Anna asked curiously pretending not to know as she helped Fringe work on their traveling craft.

The odd device, which looked pretty much like an advanced wooden raft, an overly advanced one to be more precise. Its sails had the same pull lines that the sail of a ship would have, albeit a smaller scale. The bow was cut so that it would glide along the sands peacefully without interruption.

“Man…pretty damn sexy…I never saw curves like that, her hair…as black as the night sky…her personality, a calling to my wild heart. And…” he paused and sighed, this was the part he hated about it.

“And…what…did something bad happen?” Fringe grinned evilly working on the odd craft from underneath and fine-tuning some other things.

“Huh…oh no…n-nothing like that…she said she…loved me…” Alan muttered flushing wildly as he scratched the back of his head.

Anna’s eye twitched as she heard his response, love? She’d never had such emotions, of course the boy was only dreaming. Unfortunately, her short temper was about to get the better of her, as always it would create an awkward moment.

“I do not love you Alan Johnson of New York, you’re sarcastic, barbaric imbecilic…” Anna stormed over to the boy as she spoke, threatening to fight him with everything she had.

“Whoa, whoa…slow down Anna…I meant the princess, not you…jeeze…take a chill pill already!” Alan responded laughing a little, as he pushed her away from him with a finger.

Anna blinked, so he didn’t know after all…that was a good thing. Surely, this dream was just a dream, she’d never give her heart to one like Alan.

“Ah…y--yes…of course, forgive me…I lost my focus for a moment…it must be the desert heat.” She responded rubbing her forehead and standing on the craft and preparing it for its first voyage.

Desert heat…ha, desert heat my finely toned abs, you’re hiding something Anna. And whatever it is…I’ll find out, one way or another. Alan thought with a chuckle as he went to get his new clothes to wear for his journey.

When Alan came out in the outfit Aslia had made for him, he felt embarrassed. It made him feel like a desert Shinobi, its cloths blew freely in the wind, and it’s brown and tan colors made him feel like wearing mud.

“Alright, when the sun goes down, follow the first star you see at night. It’ll take you straight to the mountains, but be careful…the desert sands have a mind of their own!” Aslia reminded them with a big grin as she waved them good-by.

As Alan and his new friend Anna, travel the desert, our evil goddess watches from above feeling a little frustrated. There were some things she could take, but this was ridiculous. She raised her arm toward a door at the back of her domain and an odd man with clothes highly recommended for your evil warlock approached.

“Yes lady Eris…ugh!” He was cut off when the angry goddess clenched his neck in her hands and shoved his face into the viewing pool.

“Look at them, they journey to the mountains! They have no knowledge of the Emblem and they travel there, the brat my sister brought here from the other world has no powers, and he still travels on his quest!” Eris shouted bitterly dunking the poor man’s head into the water as she tossed him away into a massive pile of treasure.

Eris watched frightfully, and she glared bitterly at the two humans heading straight for one of the four sacred lands. Apparently taking the boys powers away simply wasn’t going to be enough, she had to do something to stall them if not stop them. As she continued her observation of the two heroes pleasantly crossing the sands unharmed, she got an idea…a sneaky, dastardly, vile idea.

“Ahh…the desert, so romantic…so flat and welcoming to those who can endure its dreadful heat. Haha…I think it’s time our friends had a little reminder who’s in charge here!” Eris stated gleefully as she twisted her finger around in the viewing pool and sent some of her magic into it.

Meanwhile, Alan and Anna are unaware of Eris’s scheme to stop them from their journey permanently. Instead, they see the sand storm as nothing but an act of nature…until it decided it was going to follow them.

“Dangit…for crying out…that sandstorm’s chasing us!” Alan’s eyes widened as the wall of moving sands closed in on their position, the winds got stronger and he felt as if he were in the eye of a hurricane.

“Accursed Eris…this must be her doing! Alan, listen to me…whatever happens…mind your manors! The Amazonians do not receive rudeness very well, especially from--” It was too late to say any more.

The violent windstorm sucked the pair into the air, and as he was violently tossed around and battered by the winds. Alan wondered why he even decided to go on this journey in the first place. Twice now, his life had been put into danger, and for what…these fictional people? Not that he didn’t care, but still! His last thoughts were merely for his and Anna’s safety as he blacked out and felt the impact of being flung into something hard and big. What awaited Alan the next time he woke from his dream state? There was truly only one way to find out, and from what he knew…these people might be very tall.

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Chapter three: They're big, mighty, and Sexy?! (Amazonians pt one)
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Yet again Alan found himself waking from another state of unconsciousness; he figured he might as well get used to the sensation of blacking out during travel. At least this time he had a more interesting reason than being struck by lightning or the desert heat. When his senses came around, he was astounded by all means. The smell of the place was like being in an Italian restaurant; the furniture was huge, pure massiveness in its construction. He found himself on a pillow at least the size of a football field, maybe even two. A desk the size of a collage building, an armoire decorated with gold and silver along with ornate carvings the size of not one…but two skyscrapers. In this strange place, Alan didn’t feel like an ant, but rather an atom. Yes, a tiny molecule of existence compared to his surroundings.

“My god…with just the furnishings being this huge I don’t wanna know who lives here…” Alan thought aloud with concern as he tried to think of a way out of this weird place.

Unfortunately, for him, he was still weak and battered from the sandstorm. So much so, that he could hardly move without proper motivation to do so. Of course, as his luck would have it, that motivation came through the door of the room apparently in a bit of a bad mood.

“Ugh! Books, books and more books…for Hara’s sake…I wanna see the world, not study it!” An unimaginably large and apparently teenaged woman growled in frustration as she slammed the door shut.

The woman, despite her frightening size was a pure wonder of nature in Alan’s eyes. Four arms, silky smooth looking blue skin, a set of curves to drop any jaw, head tails that acted on their own accord or seemed to, top that off with a height of nearly one hundred feet and a lizard tail that also grabbed the objects the girl seeked. Once she was through messing with her things, she leaned down on the bed and turned over, giving Alan a rather…interesting view.

“Ah you’re awake! I’m relieved to see you’re unharmed…for a human you are quite durable…” She chimed grinning wide as she inspected the small creature with her eyes.

“D…dourable…you mean…you saved me…wow…but I thought…” Alan stopped himself and caught himself staring at her mountain-sized breast, now a few yards away from him.

“That Amazonians hated humans…haha, yes…most of us do darling…but I intend to change that in a few years…what are you staring at?” She responded warmly as she looked at him backing away from her.

“S-sorry…I--don’t mean any…difficulties…but damn…you’ve got the biggest freaking chest I’ve ever seen!” Alan responded nervously and a bit bashfully as his fears of her slowly melted away.

The girl paused, tilted her head to the side a little and examined the expression on the boy’s face. Difficulties…was this apparently young human trying to make himself sound more profound? Or was he simply being nice; whatever the case…he was…cute…for a human.

“Ah I see…yes…the Amazonians are known for their luscious breasts…so no, I take no offence in your comment. Tell me young one…what brings you to the mountains?” She asked smiling and picking him up like an action figure.

Alan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, here he was fearing this woman’s temper over his ogling where apparently for the Amazonians that behavior was somewhat acceptable. Of course there was most likely a point where it became unacceptable, but simply complimenting on size seemed to be within those limits. After introducing himself, he explained everything that had happened to him thus far, which thankfully wasn’t much. He proceeded to explain his quest along with his own hunches about the emblem itself.

As she listened, the Amazonian girl became more and more thrilled with the boys tales. Never before had she heard such storytelling, it was as if he were speaking right to her heart the prospect of adventure on every corner, the truth of the outside world…and the many mysteries that awaited her there. When the chatting was all said and done, it was time to address another issue.

“So…what do you mean ‘my size’ Tiala? I mean…uh…in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly gonna have a growth spurt of that magnitude any time soon. Also…why…sure I know it’d be easier to hear me, but why else become a giant?” Alan asked curiously with all due respect in his tone.

“Its tradition and it’s partly because my people…especially my mother would respect you a bit more if you were as large as we were. And I’m quite aware of the issue with human growth patterns…just leave that to me.” Tiala responded grinning wide as she turned around and picked him up with her tail.

After placing Alan on her desk, Tiala turned away from him and left the room. She soon returned with a small cup that to Alan was more like a large tub. Its contents, a white and steaming hot fluid that smelled a bit like rosemary. Alan couldn’t help but feel suspicious of the big grin on Tiala’s face as she fashioned a small drinking tube for him to drink the strange smelling stuff.

“Uh…how’s this going to help me grow into a giant? It just smells like weird milk…” Alan shrugged and decided to taste some; to his surprise, it tasted awesome.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough dear Alan…I assure you it’s completely harmless…” Tiala responded with a chuckle sitting on her bed and getting a small notepad out.

Alan just shrugged and drank; oddly enough, he couldn’t stop drinking. The first sip he was hooked, and soon he found his whole stomach full of the odd tasting milk. He wasn’t sure why, but once he was through he started to get a sinking feeling something weird would happen any second now.

“Man…that stuff…is…ugh…good…what all’s in it?” Alan asked curiously raising an eyebrow at his now plump stomach; it was the most full he’d been in years.

“Haha, it should taste good, you’re drinking my breast milk!” Tiala busted out laughing when the boy walked over to drink some more despite feeling full.

“D--did you just say br--m…milk…oh…I think I’m gonna…urp…throw up…” Alan’s tone was somewhat nauseated as well as his stomach.

“Not throw up darling, grow up!” She added laughing at his reaction to a simple fact of the Amazonian life.

Alan’s eyes got wide grow up…what did she mean by that? Unfortunately, his stomach soon gave him his answer, its loud rumbling coupled with a warm and comforting feeling in the rest of his body. Though this sensation was rather enjoyable, the sight of it was slightly frightening. He watched in surprise as he felt himself literally growing, yes…he literally felt it. It was quite reasonable of course; growing at least four times one’s own size in a few short minutes was an interesting experience indeed.

“What the hell…I’m freaking huge!!” Alan inspected himself when the oddly enjoyable tingling sensation went away and his body cooled off.

“Hmm…still not quite huge enough I’m afraid, but yes…compared to a normal human you are quite large!” Tiala chimed playfully comparing his size to that of one of her hands; his head just barely reached the tip of her fingers!

“Dangit…so I gotta drink more of your…ugh…I’m feeling a little sick…” Alan leaned inward on his stomach as he spoke, and felt like he was going to puke.

Tiala felt a little sorry for the tiny thing, it was a surprising thing to drink a woman’s breast milk without knowing it. Let alone a woman who could generate it anytime she wanted, but she also felt sorry that he was showing ill behavior patterns. Unfortunately, before she could comment, she heard a loud knocking on the door…and a familiar voice

“Tiala…are you in there sweetheart…who are you speaking to?” It was an older but slightly sweeter sounding voice, even with light frustration in its tone.

“Oh no mother…I have to hide you--uh just a moment mother!” Tiala responded in a fright as she frantically tried to pick the squirming Alan up and find a place to put him.

Tiala first tried her old dollhouse, but Alan’s movements would be too noticeable. Then she shoved him in a cabinet and finally she had no other choice. Alan was regrettably put down on the bed gently and then sat on carefully as her green skinned, six armed mother walked into the room.

“Sweetheart…I know you hate studying, but you didn’t have to kick our top professor in his…tenders…” the woman sighed as she spoke and sat down next to Tiala and put her arm around her shoulders…one of them at least.

Alan’s eyes were at first frightful of the situation, being crushed underneath a giant woman’s backside wasn’t very interesting. But his sensation of the dilemma quickly faded and his…ahem…male habits kicked in. He had a golden opportunity, and it wasn’t like he was a pervert.

Ya know…heh…I could get pretty cozy underneath here. Alan thought with a chuckle ignoring the odd feeling and taking his chance to touch a woman’s backside.

“Ah…you little--uhm…no it…it’s not that mother, he’s just…a pervert…yeah that’s it…he’s a pervert!” Tiala responded bitterly pressing down hard on Alan as she spoke, oddly…she wasn’t quite as offended as she thought.

Tiala’s mother raised an eyebrow, or what looked like an eyebrow at least. The most noble of their researchers a pervert that was rather odd. An especially odd statement coming from her daughter, who seemed to like the man a few months ago.

“Tiala…sweetheart…what’s troubling you, you’re twitching…and your scuttling about in your seat is rather unlike you.” The woman asked with concern on her face as she examined Tiala’s movements.

Alan groaned a little and he started to grow a little more while underneath her. This definitely was a weird day for him, but oh well, at least he was having an interesting situation. And soon he figured he’d be about as big as his new and sexy friend, height was cool, but blue skin and four arms was hot in his book!

“Oh crap! Uhm…n-nothing mother…why do you ask such a silly question…” Tiala grabbed the milk glass and began nervously drinking from it.

“It sure doesn’t sound like nothing…and…I know you’re nervous about the trials, but you know what drinking that milk does to you.” Her mothers tone was concerned as she took the now half-empty glass from her and placed it back on the counter.

Tiala sighed embarrassingly as her stomach rolled and she unleashed a rank gust from her backside. She felt sorry for poor Alan, trapped between her tempting cheeks and nailed with the stench that could drop the entire state of New York. Alan’s stomach rolled again and he shot up to twice his size in a few seconds.

“M--mom…just promise you won’t hurt him okay, he’s…really sweet…and handsome and…oh dear!” Tiala was launched off her bed when Alan quickly shot up to the exact size as her.

Alan groaned as he stood up, he shook the dizziness from his head and decided to go ahead and finish off the rest of the milk. Once he’d gotten used to his new, much, much larger form, he turned his attention to Tiala’s mother. Who was now glaring at him with folded arms and flaring eyes, today…was definitely not his day.

“Tiala…just what in Hara’s name is a human doing in Amazonian territory? And why did you feed him your milk!” The woman’s voice was stern and loving, but still angry.

“Now hold on madam, I have no idea what you’re getting in a fuss about toward your daughter. You Amazonians hate humans so much; you should be upset with me!” Alan countered with frustration as he stood between the still larger woman and his new friend.

Tiala’s mother blinked and stared at the human, this boy standing up and taking responsibility for his mistake? Or was he simply defending her daughter because he felt it really was his fault? Either way, this action caught her off guard…especially coming from a primitive human boy.

“Y--you…are correct…human…I should be angry with you…I should be calling the castle guards and hauling your milk steeling butt to our prisons! So…why am I not doing so already?” She raised a brow and folded two of her three sets of arms this was an interesting development.

“Well Ma’am…er…your majesty, it might be because I’m the only answer to your little Eris problem…” Alan responded pulling the Fairy’s Emblem out of his back pocket, which surprisingly grew with him..

Tiala stared and dropped her jaw at this young man, not only had he inadvertently saved her from another thrashing of her mothers. But he’d also brought a beacon of hope into their lands, The Fairy’s Emblem.

“Our…Eris problem is by no means minute; tell us young human…why have you come to our lands?” The woman asked curiously relaxing her body a bit more as she thought of it.

“You Amazonians are supposed to be prideful of your manners right, well then…why not introduce yourself and maybe I’ll tell you!” Alan chimed jokingly as he cracked his neck out of habit.

“Ah yes such a sharp wit you have! How rude of me, I am Atl’at…Queen of Amazonia, and of course you know my stubborn daughter Tiala…and what vocal identity do you go by young one?” Atl’at responded curiously with a chuckle as she realized why he was teasing her.

“Well I don’t know about stubborn…but she’s definitely sexy! I‘m Alan, and you may think of me as the er…protector of New York.” Alan added with a laugh, as he looked her over.

“I…uhm…oh…t…that is…a compliment correct…uhm…my thanks to you…Alan of New York.” Tiala’s tone was nervous and shy; she’d never been complimented in such a way. At least not with a warm-hearted tone like that.

After Alan was given time to rest and get used to his new giant body, he was given new clothes and welcomed with surprisingly open arms. He examined their clothes and chuckled a little, an extremely politically correct man would die here. Either that or their eyes would bleed; the clothes were not only tight, but also incredibly revealing in the oddest places. Lucky for Alan he had his own sense of pride to worry about at the moment, rather than womanizing as usual, he decided to focus on his goal. When he was led to a massive table set up for a feast to welcome the ‘hero’, he explained his situation to the Amazonian council.

“Ah…I see…so your quest would lead you to the crystal caverns then, how convenient. Our little Eris induced problem seems to be living in the caverns right now…” A male Amazonian chuckled as he pondered the meaning of Alan’s journey and the connection between the seals and the mountains.

“So…the seal of earth is hidden deep in these er…caverns of yours…gee…that seems almost too easy. I’ll bet there’s a freaky, really big beastie guarding it and using it’s power to cause all these--” Alan was cut off when the ground began to shook violently as if it had a mind of it’s own.

Atl’at laughed when the human reacted to the earthquake by diving under the table. As if there were stones coming from the sky, such odd people the humans were! When the enormous and rather spontaneous quake ended, she chuckled again as young Alan cautiously came out from underneath the table.

“Earthquakes? Haha, yes I suppose that’s quite logical, and you should be able to use that wit to defeat the creature even without your powers. But for now…rest; you’ve had quite the exciting day haven’t you?” Atl’at asked with a laugh as she watched him slump down into his chair like he was made of putty.

“Yeah, new form, new mission, all these insanely hot women…it’s a lot to take in for a guy like me! Ha, well…yeah…I know it’s slightly inappropriate, but hey,…it’s a guy thing. That does sound like a good idea…just…one question before I head back to my room?” Alan responded grinning widely as he thought about it.

“Hahaha, oh my…of course you silly thing…a little ahem…what’s the word… “room service” is quite acceptable for the day. Just…don’t get too comfortable, you’ll need to be ready for the hard journey ahead!” Tiala laughed as she listened to herself speak, it was odd being nice to a human…but she liked it.

Alan just shrugged the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind and burned them as he headed back into his guest bedroom. He enjoyed a good amount of spa treatments, massage, gourmet’ food, the works and in return he taught them arm wrestling. Once he was through having his fun, Alan went to bed stuffed, relaxed and content. Sadly enough though, he would need this comfort, as his journey ahead was about to get much more complicated.

Meanwhile the ever-scheming goddess of destruction lurks in the shadows, pulling strings and making her moves, slowly but surely. She viewed Alan’s encounter with the Amazonians with little interest; in fact, it only agitated her even more. As she plotted her next move, her frustration did not go unhindered, and she decided to move forward.

“Cerekuse…can you here me??” She ordered bitterly through her viewing pool as she changed the focus to deep inside the Crystal caves.

“Yessss….my queeeen….what is thy bidding…” A massive, bulky looking creature spoke from the shadows of the caves.

“Our little friend from the outside is headed to your little cave in the morn. I want you to make sure he doesn’t come out of that cave…alive at least!” Eris responded with a loving tone as she petted the creature from the viewing pool.

“Outsiiiiddee….yesss…the other world…as you wishhhh…my lady….” The shadow vanished into the earth that it crawled out from.

“Hahaha…very excellent…now you meddling little twit…let us see you bring your accursed light to the hearts of this world when my little pet is through with you!” Eris chimed playfully watching Alan sleep peacefully with an evil glare.

What will Alan do to defend himself against whatever beast Eris has set loose in the caverns? And where is Anna, surely she survived the dangerous windstorm. Of course, there were many other problems to worry about. While Alan saves this world, the deadline for his book report grows ever closer, albeit a little slower than expected. To make things even worse, Eris still has control of Alan’s powers. Or perhaps she does not; perhaps she has charged another being with the control of such mighty magic.

[MetroidMaster1]

chapter five: The Death of a Dragon

Alan stretched his new, enormous self as he woke up in the morning. While going through his daily stretches, crunches and even a few pull-ups from the bed hanging. He began to wonder if all the working out he’d done in his life had been worth it. No girls had shown any interest in him, well…he did feel some chemistry with one girl…but that’d be crazy.

“Hahaha…I see you are enjoying your private time and early morning rising young human?” Tiala chimed laughing at the silly motions he was making to prepare himself for the day.

“Tiala! Uh…ahem…d--don’t you guys knock first? And yeah, I dunno why but maaan…do I feel good today! I feel like I could KO a giant…uh…without being a you know um…giant…” Alan responded flushing and tumbling off the bed rafters he was doing pull ups on.

“Oh dear I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…now may I come in?” She asked with a chuckle knocking on the door as she spoke.

“Very funny…sheesh…some weird princess you are…but…I like it…alright let’s get going.” Alan responded with sarcasm as he cracked his neck and marched out the door.

At this remark, Tiala raised an eyebrow…he…liked that weird sort of behavior? Perhaps…it wasn’t wrong for a girl to act as if she were male, depending on the context of said displays. Fortunately, though, she just enjoyed being self-asserting and somewhat witty; perhaps a bit more sarcastic than most girls her age despite whatever species they were born in.

“Okay…so…this sword…teaches me how to use it as I use it? And…what about this weird outfit, it looks like something out of a fairy tale…ugh, just forget I said that.” Alan face palmed himself as he worked on getting the feel of the blade.

Rather surprisingly, Alan did find it easy to learn the sword; it felt as if the blade was teaching him. In fact, he almost got the basics down pretty quickly and felt confident. Again, he was presented with another weapon the minute he was finished learning to the best of his talents.

“This bow was crafted especially for you, once you get your artisan powers back, you should be able to channel whatever magic abilities into the arrows as you shoot them.” Tiala explained with a big grin on her face as she handed the strange weapon to her new friend.

Alan’s eyes widened as he took the bow in his hands, he wasn’t one for armed combat; but this was the one tool he’d always been fascinated with since he was a kid. Oddly, there were similarities between this bow and the emblem. Its curvature was beautiful, albeit a tad exotic, the designs and artwork of the face was incredible. The four symbols of the elements, which he controlled, were etched in wonderful detail, the weight of the wavy bow was fairly light, however it seemed like it could withstand hundreds of battles. The bow itself resembled a golden-bodied Chinese dragon, its string was silver and felt taught, almost like a long-range bow.

“Dang…just for me…thanks, but…one question…why the weapons?” Alan raised an eyebrow as he was aided in the proper positioning for each of the weapons holsters by Tiala.

“Haha, well every hero has a tool or two in their inventory do they not? Consider these two weapons our gift to you; I’m sure the other tribes will also give you such gifts as praise for freeing their lands. On top of that, the Crystal Caverns is a massive palace for evil and wicked low-brained creatures; you’ll have to defend yourself somehow yes?” Atl’at asked with a big grin on her face as she watched the young man eagerly await his quiver.

Tiala’s eyes went wide when Alan drew an arrow and prepared to fire it, the bow wasn’t a child’s plaything. It was a weapon, and in the hands of a master a deadly one!

“Stop! Are you mad…do you have any clue how to use the bow??” Tiala asked in frustration as she grabbed Alan’s hand in order to prevent him from firing the weapon.

Alan felt Tiala’s cold, blue skin on his wrist and immediately flushed; there was no reason, he just felt amazed. He looked her over as his ears drowned out her little rant, what was it…something about responsibility? He chuckled a little as he let the taught bowstring return to it’s neutral position before moving on to speak, of course his young adult hormones prevented him from thinking otherwise.

“Relax princess…I’ve used the bow once or twice, and…I get your point your majesty; ha, and these are common dragon slaying tools! If I’m lucky I’ll run into one, and me and sweetheart over here can take em down no problem…” Alan chimed with a grin on his face as he drew the weapon and fired it; his target was a small bulls-eye right above the head of the scholar Tiala had been complaining about.

“Hmph! Humans…bah, no wonder they believe your kind are linked to primates. Tiala…you should probably go with him, he’ll be a lost little child in the temple inside the caverns anyway without your help!” The Amazonian man stormed off in a huff as Alan chuckled at his, and the reactions of the others.

“What…he was asking for it…” Alan added sarcastically retrieving the arrow from his real target, a painting of a dragon being slain by an Amazonian warrior.

Both Tiala and Atl’at blinked at the boy for a moment, then busted out laughing. No wonder their ancestors considered the humans so juvenile, then again he did overhear the bit about Tiala not liking the professor. Of course, the human would be judgmental on the man over his new friend.

“Alright you silly child, let us begin our journey, we have much ground to cover before night comes…” Tiala laughed as she started off toward the exit of the palace with her gear, a bow, a sword and a grapple hook as well.

Alan just shrugged, tagging a girl along with him might not be so bad after all. He’d been on a few missions with Lady Thorn before, oddly enough, Tiala reminded him of the girl. He couldn’t help but laugh when she said much ground to cover, it must’ve only been a few strides at this size!

Upon Alan’s surprise, the land of the Amazonians was as enormous as them, the trees looked normal at his new size. The mountains were the size of his new self, the lakes were technically oceans, everything big or small in this side of this strange world was enormous. He had to guess that anything in his normal size would’ve been ten times bigger, no…twenty times more massive here! It’s no wonder the food and drink of this land made its locals grow to such massive size. As they approached the crystal caves, after crossing millions of miles of beautiful fields and forests, Alan felt a little uncomfortable.

“Man…being this huge…it’s baffling…and these crystals…they’re beautiful…” Alan felt drawn toward an octagonal shaped diamond probably the size of a skyscraper in his human form.

Tiala’s eyes widened as Alan carelessly approached one of the larger crystals. Was he a fool, did he have a death wish, no matter…there was danger this time around.

“Alan of New York, pull backward!” Tiala grappled him from underneath the arms and yanked him quite a few feet away from the massive gem even in this country.

“Huh…what’s your beef princess, god…it’s just a gemstone…a damn big one but still!” Alan laughed and shrugged as he stood up from the awkward position, now on top of the large four-armed girl.

Tiala didn’t speak as she looked around the high walls of the cavern, lined and filled to the brim with silver, gold, platinum, sapphire, and many other forms of precious metals. Instead, she scoffed at his remark and captured a horrid cave lizard, disgusting insects. The creature itself squirming it’s multiple heads and two tails out of her hand as many times as it could before being tossed at the gemstone, shortly after coming into close proximity to it, the slimy, slug-snake like creature was electrocuted and destroyed by an odd energy field.

“Damn…is that…why these precious metals haven’t been mined here yet?” Alan asked curiously noticing the abundance of even rare magical metals.

“Yes…ever since that horrid Eris broke free of her bindings, these crystals have grown everywhere in these caves. We’ll need to watch our step…even one the size of a thimble in our land can harm you..” Tiala responded a little sadly, as she showed him the several Amazonian warriors lying on the ground, apparently dead.

Alan chuckled a little when she said thimble, for them maybe…for a human it’d be the size of a freaking house! Wandering the caverns wasn’t too difficult, Alan’s experience in the video game arts helped him a lot in solving the many traps, tricks and puzzles littered throughout the maze-like caverns. He had to laugh even more when he watched Tiala slay a massive spider bigger than even King Kong. Now he really felt like he was in a particular video game, rather than a fairy tale. He gallantly pushed forward, despite all his downfalls, and speaking of falling…Alan froze when all that lie between them and the chamber of the gods in these caves was the one thing he hated.

“Great…a god knows how old rope bridge…this’ll be fun…” He muttered nervously watching the pit underneath the bridge grow ever larger.

“What’s the matter…you scared or something, the mighty Alan of New York…afraid of a little bridge?” Tiala asked teasingly rocking it a little with her weight as he started across.

“C--cut that out, who knows how old this stinking bridge is! It’s not like that…m…my folks…” His anger and fear of the bridge soon turned to sadness as he tried to make himself cross.

At this, Tiala raised a brow, what a complex child this young man was. Perhaps his aggressive, sarcastic persona was just a cover for horrid incidents in his past he’d rather not discuss? Interesting, strange how similar in emotion these humans were to her kind.

“Your folks…you never mentioned them in your tales…please…let us discuss as we cross…” Tiala offered her warm heart and an even warmer smile as she put her hand out toward him.

“Okay…it’s…about my father…he mentioned a place like this once…” Alan started to explain, then started crossing the bridge as he told her the rest of the story.

Alan admitted that he had once been fascinated by fairy tales, the wondrous worlds of Neverland, Arabia, maybe many many others. Though his father was an odd man, he raged the libraries trying to find one book Alan thought he’d never have to see with his own eyes. The very book he was now living within, for the time being of course.

“Ah…so the last hero…intriguing development…I am certain that time will sort things out eventually young one. And look…we made it across just fine…” Tiala responded with a laugh watching Alan walk in front of her without a care in the world.

“Huh…wha--dang…tsk…gee, nice move princess…haha I had no idea you cared that much!” He chimed teasingly as they approached the final chamber.

“Hahaha, so…a few mortals have finally made it into my domain…bah, your bravado will end here human…” A dark voice growled lowly from the sands within the massive room.

“Hmph, I figured you’d be guarding the seal…the oh so mighty dragon Cerekuse. Show yourself coward…we mean you no harm…all we need is that seal…” Tiala busted out laughing as she recognized the creature’s familiar tone.

“Bahahaha and the ever so proud Amazonian princess…ohhh…the mistress will be pleased when I bring your head home to her on a plate!” Cerekuse responded before the entire arena like room started to rumble.

Slowly, a gruesome five fingered, well…talon…hand rose from the pit, then another and a pair of arms. As a laugh rang loudly in their ears, the sand clouds in the room formed the body, a huge snake-dragon with furs like a dog and five deadly tails. Its head was as sickening as its body, stretched out wide rather than long with fangs that looked like they could shred diamond. Finally wings formed and became the same color of the crystals, these wings as bat-like as they could be matched the rest of the dragons design.

“Your domain, HA, you’ve been locked up here for eons and you know it! In fact, I don’t think you were even locked up here at all!” Alan laughed at the dangerous but not very scary dragon as he drew his blade, this dragon wasn’t as tough as it thought.

“Be…careful…Alan of New York…Cerekuse…it is stronger than the last time I’ve seen it…much, much stronger…” Tiala cautioned with concern as she backed away to the entrance, not sure what to do.

Alan grinned big as he watched the dragon rise up on two feet and stomp down in an attempt to frighten him off. Though the beast was massive even for being a giant, he wasn’t that intimidating, nor were the massive teeth and deadly black claws, of course, its saw blade-like tail was a little annoying, but not frightening.

“Haha, you dare challenge me…for what…this? I‘ve been given orders not to part with this nor it‘s powers till the day I die!” Cerekuse laughed as he made a necklace appear around his neck with the seal of earth on it.

“Tsk…what a shame…I guess I’ll have to kill you then won’t I? I need my powers back sooner or later ya know…” Alan responded chuckling as he cracked his neck and drew the sword, taking a familiar stance, ready to fight the beast.

Kill a god…he must be insane, what can I do to aid him… Tiala thought with much concern as she watched the battle begin.

What a mighty battle it was, the massive dragon against a mere human is, was, and always will be a thrilling sight to see! Whenever the dragon launched its massive hands at Alan, he lunged back and struck with pinpoint accuracy. Though his blows did nothing to weaken the dragon, as it started to use its earth powers, Alan began to wish he had his. The fantastic dual between man and mighty beast raged through the temple, with Alan occasionally being tossed around and battered as if he were a mere toy. Eventually, a thought struck Alan, he’d fought dragons in games before…why would this dragon be any different?

Right…just gotta think, think like Link bro…okay…Alan pondered his strategy as he continued to allow the beast to have the upper hand.

Tiala managed to keep pace with the two, but she never had time to make any blows or moves of her own. Unfortunately, for her she was unaccustomed to close quarter’s battle, and the caves crystals made it even more difficult to navigate. She was ashamed of being an Amazonian and not having a thing to do with the bout.

“Alan of New York, watch yourself…the cave Crystals…” Was all she could say before an attack from the dragons mighty tail thrashed the stalagmites into the ground and blocking her way any further.

“Crystals…wait…the crystals, that’s it!” Alan thought aloud as he avoided yet another of the dragons mighty swings from its chain whips.

“Bahaha…these crystals give me power boy, just being around them makes me stronger…you couldn’t possibly be thinking of trying to use that against me! There’s no way you could!” Cerekuse busted out laughing at the thought of a mere mortal taking it down.

“Oh is it…then…why not prove it…” Alan grinned evilly as he looked at four large crystals that practically had bulls eyes on them.

“Ah…a little prideful are we, go ahead then boy…show me your clever wit, give me a mortal name to fear the next time I hear it in the same breath as me!” Cerekuse began using its sand powers to forge larger chain whips and raised them into the air as it spoke.

“Hold that pose will ya?” Alan chuckled slightly as he quickly drew his bow while the dragon raised its arms up.

At the first chance he had, he targeted the chain with his arrows and pinned Cereuses’ left arm against the nearby crystal on the ceiling. As Cerekuse reeled in pain, Alan shot another arrow and pinned the dragon’s right arm against the nearest crystal, again causing the beast great pain.

“This…is…nothing…boy…I am a God…a god do you hear me?! I cannot be beaten…it is impossible…” Cerekuse began to rip free of his new bindings while Alan thought of his next move.

“Oh yeah…well…dragons can be killed, so I’ll just kick that part of your a** instead!” Alan responded laughing as he chained the beast up even more, by tagging it to two more crystals with his chains around his feet.

Once the beast was filled with the magic electricity, and its pain seemed at its worst; Alan made his final move. While feeling a bit of his earth powers returning to him, he walked up the wall, jumped off, and thrust his blade into the diamond on the dragons head. This, as he suspected was the final blow, causing the creature to cry out in agony as it glowed brighter and brighter with the red energy. Eventually, the sword glowed a gold color, and the dragon became glass, then shattered shortly after…leaving the seal of earth behind.

“What…no heart container?” Alan thought aloud with a chuckle as he placed his bow and his blade back in their usual spots.

“You did it…you actually…defeated…Cerekuse…” Tiala muttered in shock, as she broke free from the rubble that blocked her way out of the temple.

“Yeah…I wouldn’t have been able to if you hadn’t come in with that little comment about the cave Crystals.” Alan responded with a laugh as he shrugged off the pains that he’d received from this fight.

“Really…I aided you…in such a simple way, odd…many humans take such victories as their own.” Tiala tilted her head to the side as she spoke, watching Alan as he walked up to claim his prize.

“Not this human, heck, I always credit my friends for their work…no matter how great or small an effect it had in what I do.” Alan chimed laughing as he placed the seal of earth around his neck with pride.

“Defeating a god…haha, of all the things I’d never think to see…this one is surely an odd sight. A mere human, powerless and armed with nothing but a bow, his wit, and a blade…it’s just like a fairy tale!” Tiala commented with a big smile on her face as she relaxed her body.

“Not really much surprise if you ask me, I am the hero of this story after all…supposedly anyway. Ha, either that…or someone got a little careless in training their pets!” Alan grinned wide as he took Tiala’s hand and looked to the sky while speaking, as if he were talking to someone who’d been watching the entire time.

Indeed someone had been keeping an audience view of the action that Alan was a part of just now, and rather expectantly, she was a very unhappy camper. The goddess’s eyes widened as she viewed the death of her dragon, they became filled with rage as she listened to Alan’s coy remarks about her creation. Now, of all times, she was angry…devilishly angry…and for Alan that would soon prove to be a bad thing.

“GAhhhhh! That…whelp, that…little…imp, that moron, ear scratching…breast staring human destroyed my dragon?? Agh…what madness is this realm of ours coming to, no human has ever defeated Cerekuse before!!” Eris’s rant was drowned out by cries of rage as she continued to complain about her loss.

“I--if I may make a suggestion, your evil-ness…p-perhaps we should make…precautionary adjustments to our plan?” Again, this voice of concern came from the old warlock who remained ever fearful for his life in the presence of his master.

“That retch has destroyed Cerekuse…and he took the seal, and he’s actually getting stronger somehow!! No matter…I do believe you have given me a wonderful idea…” Eris responded with a sexual tone as she walked around the viewing pool.

“An…idea my mistress?” The old man asked with nothing but undying fear in his tone as he backed away from his master.

Eris glared at Alan, then her thoughts drifted to the four beastly cages and she grinned evilly. So what if the human could defeat Cerekuse, he was just a dragon, so she sort of expected it. With a big grin on her face, she simply raised an arm, and four massive creatures walked into the shadowed area of the room.

“Awww….my precious children…are you all bored…I’m quite certain you are. Pyrus sweetie, why don’t you head for the meadows and have a little fun? The rest of you, go to where your elements reign, destroy…pillage…go as free as the wind takes you!” Eris chimed loudly praising and cheering the creatures as they grew more and more angry.

As the creatures went off to do their jobs, Alan sleeps uncomfortably, tossing and turning in his bed. Of course, he had no concern for the first part of his venture, which was always the easiest part. However deep down he knew things were about to get worse, much, much worse…that or more annoying…whichever came first. To him, this wasn’t an adventure, this was still some stupid part of being an Artisan that he hated, in a way. And yet, oddly enough…seeing these freaky Amazonian people happy…made him feel…good; true they were sexy giants and deadly warriors, but they were people as well.
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That is all that I have written so far, when I write more I'll post it up here until chapter eight. The rest will have to be accessed with links to the fansite that I put them on. When you want to leave a review by going to the main site (Either fanfiction.net of Fictionpress.net) go t the bottom of the page and click the button near the center of the screen. Each chapter can be reviewed seperately, so commentary on said chapter would be good.

[Blairre]

Three things I've noticed having only read the first three paragraphs...

First paragraph-
You seem so excited to get your story out that you put too much into just one sentence. You are allowed to make paragraphs as long as you want, just don't go overboard. A new idea is a new sentence and a new topic is a new paragraph. Keep that in mind.

Second-
You used the wrong "here" I believe you meant "...I don't want to hear it..." And to start out with fear and sarcasm without explaining it is not a good thing. We have to understand what you are seeing in your mind, it can't just be you.

Third-
Please, please, I beg of you, when writting a fantasy/fiction story do not refer to someone elses work either without their permission or without your story having much to do about the one you mention. That really turned me off from wanting to read it. You might say something about an old horror movie or something to that effect. But to compare your story to Harry Potter is a giant leap which I am not conviced you are ready for.

I am not trying to discourage you. I think you need a bit more editing and some gramatical help, but do keep going. I will try to continue reading your work, but again, the things I mentioned are very important to keep in mind.

[MetroidMaster1]

Blairre

Three things I've noticed having only read the first three paragraphs...

First paragraph-
You seem so excited to get your story out that you put too much into just one sentence. You are allowed to make paragraphs as long as you want, just don't go overboard. A new idea is a new sentence and a new topic is a new paragraph. Keep that in mind.

Second-
You used the wrong "here" I believe you meant "...I don't want to hear it..." And to start out with fear and sarcasm without explaining it is not a good thing. We have to understand what you are seeing in your mind, it can't just be you.

Third-
Please, please, I beg of you, when writting a fantasy/fiction story do not refer to someone elses work either without their permission or without your story having much to do about the one you mention. That really turned me off from wanting to read it. You might say something about an old horror movie or something to that effect. But to compare your story to Harry Potter is a giant leap which I am not conviced you are ready for.

I am not trying to discourage you. I think you need a bit more editing and some gramatical help, but do keep going. I will try to continue reading your work, but again, the things I mentioned are very important to keep in mind.

By comparing it to harry potter, I wasn't comparing the story itself, but rather the cloak the person IN the story was wearing. As in, what you'd see in that movie(or something similar, not exactly HP) as a 'cloak' the one this person was wearing would be similar. ^_^ I'm just a beginner, so I dunno how much edditing I can do grammar wise, but I am working to improve myself. I think that extended sentance was one thing I forgot about, but the rest I'll keep in mind.

[Blairre]

Good grammer comes with time. And I understand what you were implying about the cloak, even without you explaining it, but I still do not think you should use that example maybe make a more vague reference.

[Spirit_Faerie]

I agree with Blairre. Quoting another very well known story doesn't really fit here.

I have only read through the first 2 chapters and I like it so far.

From the ... every couple of ... words in the dialogue I am assuming you want to indicate pauses, but it doesn't flow every well.

I write myself and I know how difficult editing can be. So perhaps before posting more you should have someone else read through it and fix a few errors and such. It was advice someone else gave me when i posted one of my stories and it really helped. I couldn't even see half my own mistakes.

The more you write the better you will become so just keep writing! You have good ideas and they will get out there eventually. smile

[MetroidMaster1]

Spirit_Faerie

I agree with Blairre. Quoting another very well known story doesn't really fit here.

I have only read through the first 2 chapters and I like it so far.

From the ... every couple of ... words in the dialogue I am assuming you want to indicate pauses, but it doesn't flow every well.

I write myself and I know how difficult editing can be. So perhaps before posting more you should have someone else read through it and fix a few errors and such. It was advice someone else gave me when i posted one of my stories and it really helped. I couldn't even see half my own mistakes.

The more you write the better you will become so just keep writing! You have good ideas and they will get out there eventually. smile

Yeah I'm gonna start going through it again, when I finish a chapter to check up some stuff I missed. And yes, they do indicate a brief pause in the speach. Which is why I don't use it quite as freely these days. (Trust me, the stuff I had a few years ago was way worse) If you like the story you can look it up at www.fanfiction.net by searching for author NaruZeldaMaster. At the end of each chapter there's a leave/write review button at the center of the page, you can leave comentary on the content there as well as here. ^_^ working on the next chapter now, and trust me, it gets better after each chapter. Story/plotwise at least, can't wait to hear more from u XP

[MetroidMaster1]

At long last, the next chapter is complete, which means the story is one 3'rd finished! Yay, though it's a tad short compared to the others, it does have a nice cliffhanger though. redface

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Chapter Five: Alan’s Unspoken Confusion

When Alan woke the next morning, he felt even more charged than the other day. And he was more thrilled to see that he was greeted as a hero, not just an artisan…but a real live hero to these people. The most surprising part of his morning this day was the tiny guest arguing with Tiala and her mother.

“Now you tell me where he is or I swear--Alan? How in Hara’s name?” Anna raised an eyebrow when she recognized the giant now staring at her with a smug look on his face.

“Surprised? Ha, I was too…I just drank a bit of their er…milk and boom, I’m a walking skyscraper!” Alan responded shrugging and chuckling as he took a seat at the table for the breakfast feast that was set out for him.

Anna sighed with relief, at least he hadn’t changed any mentally, and she’d heard the Amazonians could do that to a man. Apparently, those rumors were just that, rumors…and she was excited to know that he had befriended the giants. As she stared at the Amazonians and their eating habits, surprisingly they were relatively human.

“So Alan…you did get the seal of earth did you not, that is why we came here in the first place isn’t it?” Anna asked with concern as she watched Alan getting along surprisingly well with the Amazonian princess, not that she cared.

“Yeah I got the seal; why else would we be having this little party…ha, other than Cerekuse being dead!” Alan chimed getting the seal out of his pocket and showing it to her.

“Cerekuse d--dead: how…is that even possible, no warrior has ever defeated the earth demon before now!” Anna’s shock was more than apparent in her expression, but her tone was a little disbelieving.

Tiala raised a brow at the human girl; surely, it was more than obvious how the boy did it. Perhaps though she hadn’t taken credit where it was due, so now that she had the heart to do so…she might as well.

“Actually he did have a little helping hand, if it wasn’t for my warning about the crystals he might not have found that monsters weakness…his own source of power.” Tiala responded with a smile patting Alan on the back in gratitude for his duty.

“Ha, well…that is true, but you guys gave me the sword and bow to use, so I didn’t do it alone. Anyway, it was great meeting you all; unfortunately, I do have a journey to complete. I must find the next seal before things get messy…” Alan added with a laugh as he finished his meal, which actually tasted quite good.

As he was preparing to leave, he was concerned about getting back to his normal size. Then again he had a better idea of who could help him in that department. So once he was through accepting his gifts of gratitude, and the heartfelt good-bys of Tiala and her mother; Alan picked Anna up in his hand and let her direct him back to the laboratory where he’d met two other friends of his.

“Great Hara; Alan…what on earth…how did you grow to such a mighty size?” Aslia’s shock was more apparent even without her eyes growing wider by the minute as she looked him over.

“Easy-just drank a bit of Amazonian breast milk…” Alan responded flushing a little, as he let Anna down to the ground.

“Yes, do you have a formula that could negate these effects? I have a feeling young Alan here does not wish to remain this way much longer…” Anna responded with a laugh as she shook off the sand in her outfit, which was a mighty amount of it.

Aslia took a good, long look at Alan’s new form as she walked around her now giant friend. She thought, and she pondered, contemplating any reasonable actions that she had in her inventory. After staring at Alan, and the new slightly more muscular form, she finally had it.

“Ah yes of course, Fringe--Fringe…come out here will you?” Aslia shouted sternly from outside the hut, her voice echoed into the lab as she spoke.

“Jeeze…c’mon sis, I’m busy training Max to be a messenger dog.” Fringe groaned sarcastically as he spotted Alan. He laughed a little; if there was anything, he knew about his sister, he was the errand boy to her.

“Yes, yes I know how eager you are to make Max more useful; but for now you must do me a favor and make yourself useful! Please run to the chem.-lab and bring me around twelve doses of anti-growth hormone for me will you?” Aslia responded folding her arms and glaring at him with a light smile.

“Ha, okay boss…one insta-shrink shot commin right up!” Fringe chimed playfully bolting to the lab as he spoke.

Shortly afterward, he returned with a small container of green fluid with a rather large needle attached to it. This of course started to make Alan’s stomach upset just looking at the thing. If it was one thing he’d hated in his life, it was definitely going to the doctor for a Flue shot or something.

“Ugh…a…n-needle…c--can’t we just er…make it an oral thing instead like that freaky potion that made me a woman?” Alan stammered nervously backing away from Aslia and the needle a bit as he spoke.

“Alan…you’re afraid of a little Needle? Hahaha, oh come on, it’s not going to hurt!” Anna couldn’t help but double over from her laughter at the thought of it.

“Ah I see, a touch of Aichmophobia in you hmm Alan of New York? Haha, do not worry, this one won’t even pinch you…now, please lift me to the main artery on your neck…” Aslia chimed teasingly and a tad comfortingly as she shook her head at the boy.

“O-okay…but if this hurts I swear I’ll break your neck!” Alan responded turning a bit red as he saw the needle get closer.

Like Aslia told him, the needle didn’t hurt, nor did the fluid which she injected into him. After a moment, Alan felt dizzy, like he was drunk or something; then he felt the tingling sensation again, and in about a minute he shrank down to his usual size. Though the effect of the hormone, or whatever Aslia called it was painless, the chemical did make him a bit sick to his stomach.

“Haha, see needles aren’t that scary now are they? Come; let us discuss our next action in continuing this quest.” Aslia finished with a smile heading back into the lab as she spoke.

After a few hours of discussion and planning, the four decided on one final plan. Over some lunch, they got to know each other a bit more and looked for more information on The Fairy’s Emblem; sadly, their efforts were in vain. They found no knowledge of the true secrets hiding inside the Emblem and the world of the book itself.

“Damn…so we’re pretty much screwed when it comes to knowing what this thing really is aren’t we? Alright, let’s place the earth seal where it goes and see what happens…” Alan stated sarcastically as he placed the Fairy’s Emblem in the center of the table.

“Be…careful Alan of New York, we don’t know what’ll happen…” Aslia commented with concern in her tone as she resisted reaching for the artifact.

Alan nodded, then slowly placed the earth seal in the hallow earth symbol on the emblem; when he did, the seal of earth spun rapidly around and started glowing gold. A shockwave of strong magic energy shot out from the Emblem, and Alan’s emblem glowed in at least gold…the metal which had been enchanted with his earth powers. As his artisan charm glowed with the seal of earth, so too did the earth symbol on his new bow, which made him even more excited.

“Awesome, I got my earth powers back; this’ll make this corny hero thing a lot easier!” Alan chimed excitedly holding his hand out in the air as if he were reaching for a pole or staff.

As he did this, the sand floated around the room and slowly formed into a solid pole shape in his hand. Alan flicked his wrist and gripped the pole, which shortly after became a solid stone staff; albeit a simple one, but a staff was a staff.

“Fascinating, what great skill you have with your powers; I see they respect you quite well, though…I must ask you something if you don’t mind.” Anna sighed and shook her head as she spoke, judging from the boy’s reactions to getting his powers back she knew what his answer was.

“Huh? Powers can’t really respect someone, they aren’t alive…at least I don’t think they’re alive. And…sure, fire away princess…” Alan responded shrugging his shoulders and returning the sand to its original form.

“Alan…you have a great and mighty gift, being the master of nature is a big responsibility. And so…I must ask you, what do you think of these powers, for what purpose do you enjoy them so much? Or better yet, what did you mean by this corny hero thing?” Anna asked seriously giving him a cold, yet motherly stare as she spoke.

Alan froze and raised an eyebrow, just about choking on his drink when she quoted his earlier comment. He’d never really thought things through in that way; there was nothing special he felt toward them. Scratching the back of his head, he thought and mused over the question; more importantly, why Anna seemed so upset with his sarcasm.

“Uhm…I…well…first off…I just meant that I’m not used to being an actual “hero” with that comment. And…I never really thought about it, I mean…I sorta feel like god gave these powers to me because I feared and respected them. I loved the warmth of fire, but kept my distance, I enjoyed swimming in the ocean and playing with the sand. But I also respected them…though…as for my powers…I don’t…really know right now…” Alan responded nervously feeling a bit embarrassed that he really didn’t have an answer.

“Ah…hold on a moment, you mean to tell me…that you don’t think of your powers as a toy? You don’t treat them as if they were just another privilege like driving one of your cars?” Anna raised an eyebrow as she spoke, that was a truly unexpected response coming from a boy his age.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to think about my powers, hmph or all of this insanity for that matter! Ha, no offence intended guys; it’s just…a little confusing is all.” Alan responded with a sigh, making the staff turn back into sand and sending it back to the desert as he spoke.

The three friends blinked, stared, then blinked once more; insanity, of course it’d be confusing for someone from the outside! At this comment, all of them including Alan busted out laughing. For once, they had completely agreed on something, even in the short time that they’d known each other. Though now was no time for games. With three more seals and a key waiting Alan’s retrieval, there was much work to be done.

“Haha, well… now that that’s settled, let us how you say…get down to business. Alan, Anna it looks like you two are headed to Ractal for your next step on this journey.” Aslia stated firmly examining some old transcripts, along with the emblem as she spoke.

“Ractal? How does that make any sense, I thought for sure the mountains would boast the seal of fire.” Anna raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side at Aslia’s decryption of the myths and legends inscribed on the emblem.

Alan paused and thought a moment; this story didn’t follow up with the usual setup for the four base elements. That much he guessed already with the placing of the seals on the emblem, let alone reading or rather living it. He was surprised that the seal of earth was found in the depths of a mountain rather than the seal of fire, well, perhaps not that surprised.

“It does sorta make sense; take a look at how the seals are placed, earth, fire, water, and air. The Amazonians had a strong connection with the earth, despite the volcanoes in the region. So if both Aslia’s assumptions along with my own are correct?” Alan paused and watched Anna and the others raise a brow as he spoke.

“Ah! Of course, now I see; the citizens of Ractal harness solar, lightning, and heat energy to make a living. It makes perfect sense, let us prepare for the journey now--oh I’m sorry…” Anna flushed and stood back bashfully as she spoke, wondering what her friends would think of her sudden stroke of genius.

“Hmm…lightning huh, sounds interesting enough; let’s go ahead and get packed up now then head out first thing in the morning. It’s kinda late to be traveling in the desert dontcha think?” Alan asked with a laugh as he watched the sun start to set for the evening.

Anna and the others agreed with the stranger once more, so they did away with thoughts of reckless rushing and began packing for travel. Though they were only packing for Anna and Alan, Fringe and Aslia were eager to hear back from them as they prepared everything.

As the others slept, Alan lied awake for quite some time before drifting off to a well-earned sleep. He’d been pondering many things as of late, for instance, why did he suddenly actually care for someone besides himself? Moreover, why was he feeling more and more like he did before his parents disappeared? These as well as many other random questions about his recent actions and feelings toward this so called fictional world, and Alan wasn’t going to rest until he got some answers from a certain goddess. While waiting for her though, he kept to the god he believed in; and prayed for protection and a little luck for the next part of their trip. After all, someone that powerful always makes a good ally, and God was always someone Alan trusted when nobody else could be considered.

“So, the plains huh, and we just follow this map through the desert to reach them?” Alan asked a tad confusingly as he examined the path Aslia had drawn for them to get through the west side of the desert.

This path was insane; it crossed over itself at least half a dozen times before reaching its destination. Alan had a hunch of why the path was drawn this way, if this desert was anything like the one in a certain game he’d played as a kid, then it would be obvious.

“Yes, if you’re curious about the way the path is drawn, it’s to confuse the desert spirits.” Aslia responded with a chuckle finishing up a packet of different vials.

“Desert spirits, ha why do they need to be confused?” Alan asked teasingly as he folded the map up and placed it in his pocket, along with putting on his two travel pouches.

“Because they steal souls, and we can’t save the world without our souls now can we? On top of that, they’re deadly opponents; even with your mighty powers, it would be rough. So, how do you propose we travel since the wind rider was destroyed?” Anna responded chuckling a little, as she folded her arms and gave him a stern look.

“Hey I’m not the one who made the sandstorm, why not…just hop on my back?” Alan answered laughing a little and stretching himself as he spoke, getting ready to use his powers for long travel.

Anna raised an eyebrow, hop onto his back? That was unthinkable; she’d never be caught dead riding him as if she were a young child. Of course, the look of seriousness in Alan’s eyes as he said it proved most encouraging. Despite how dishonorable the thought sounded, it wasn’t like he had any inappropriate thoughts behind his actions.

“Fine then…but don‘t get any bright ideas, our relationship is strictly business!” She muttered a tad annoyed as she cautiously climbed up on the muscular boys back.

“Ha, if you say so princess, alright let’s go to Ractal, hang on tight now!” Alan chimed grinning wide as he focused his mind on the sands beneath his feet.

“Hang on tight, why would I need to--Ah!” Anna clasped her arms around him as tight as she could when mounds of sand suddenly rose from the ground around Alan’s feet.

Of course, she had good reason for shrieking, Alan was now traveling at a brisk pace. He made motions as if he were wearing ice skates and shot forward, occasionally checking the map to make sure he was going in the right direction. A few mere hours later, they came across a vast forest with large, blue trees. Their trunks as mighty as the redwood, and their leaves as white as snow. The bushes and flowers were so full of life, so massive that none could view these beautiful plants and not stare in awe.

“Uh, isn’t Ractal supposed to be like…I dunno a meadow?” Alan asked with a laugh, as he smelled the fragrance of the large flowers.

“The meadow is at the other side of the forest wise mouth!” Anna snapped sarcastically hopping down from his back and smacking the back of his head as she spoke.

Alan couldn’t help but laugh a little, the more time he spent with Anna, the more his thoughts drifted to Rose. What a surprising resemblance they had to each other, even when it came to their attitude. Of course, he wondered if he’d get a break from this insanity, seeing as he’d been working his butt off trying to find the first seal and now a second one.

“What’s that?” Alan whispered frightfully as the sounds of small footsteps and rustling bushes rang into his ears.

When she too heard the sounds of the bushes and the high pitched giggling Anna had to laugh at Alan’s reaction. She did have a hunch at what could be making the sound, maybe even who. Of course, she didn’t have time to try and explain when Alan readied his bow when the shadowed figure came into view.

“Halt Alan of New York, that is no enemy you’re aiming at!” Anna shouted sternly grabbing the arrow as she spoke.

“Huh…what do you mean by not an enemy; this thing--whatever it is has been tailing us since we got here.” Alan responded lowering his bow and walking a little closer to the figure.

As both of them approached, the figure turned out to be a young child, perhaps about seven years of age. Her hair was crimson, her ears were that of a cat and a lovely little cattail was wagging happily, as she played with the small, mouse-like creature in her hands. The creature itself looked a tad like a cross of a dog and a lizard, its scales shined brightly in the warm sunlight piercing through the canopies of the treetops.

“Haha, this silly pora was following you guys all the way through the woods. I knew he’d try to take your munchies, so I stalked and caught it! My names Hanna, what about you…” Hanna chimed playfully, purring as she broke its neck and ate it whole.

Both of them froze, though Alan had no clue what this child was, Anna knew exactly who it was the second it spoke. True this child was no enemy, but she wasn’t exactly a good friend either. Of course, bumping into a young Ractalian child like this; particularly in this situation was actually a good thing.