Skyllon's Secondary Magic Training

 

Brennan ran around the cottage, searching for any signs of A.I.R.C. and his weapons. He knew it was just a matter of time until his father found him, so he had to move fast. He barged into a room, and there sat Excalibur. He flicked his wrist, and the spear started to follow him. The small framed boy dashed out of the room and burst into another one. A.I.R.C.. He grabbed the unconscious pink robot and dashed out of that room, bursting into another one. The Ancient Blade of Light was in that room, what was with his father and hiding everything in a different room? He slung his Ancient Blade of Light over one shoulder and dashed into another room. Nothing. He burst out of that room and into another. There it was. The Ancient Blade of Darkness. He slung that one over his other shoulder and ran out of the cottage as quickly as possible for a boy with such a small frame.

When he burst out of the cottage, he found himself on the surface of Kyoka. This was good, his father had kept him on the same planet, and knowing where he was was a step up from being locked in a dungeon, that was for sure. Brennan started floating, and flew away from the cottage, as fast as he possibly could, his pants, which were at least 5 sizes too big, only being held up by the boy's small hand. At this point, A.I.R.C. had rebooted, and was standing on Brennan's back, clearly stunned that the small, flail boy was the same person it's master had once been. "Master Brennan...?" It asked, "Is that you?" Brennan grimaced as he flew, "Yes, A.I.R.C., it's me." He frowned, "A lot has happened, hasn't it?" He shook his head and sighed, all he knew was that he had to escape his father.

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There it was. The Wakusei Portal. It was Brennan's ticket back to Earthland, it was his ticket to escaping his father. Brennan hurtled into the Wakusei Portal, and after a few seconds of space-time distortion, which frankly made Brennan feel like is intestines were located in his brain, Brennan popped out on the other side. Earthland, finally. Brennan stood up and picked up A.I.R.C., placing the small pink robot on it's shoulder, "Dizzy!" It whined, clutching Brennan's brown hair. Brennan looked around, where was he? After looking around, he was sure that he was at the Rose Garden, everything here was full of magic, this would be the perfect place to hide from his father.

Brennan paced around the Rose Garden, trying his best to blend in, considering his clothes were falling off, and the fact that he looked like he was nine years old. Everyone that Brennan passed stared at him, they were all confused as to why there was a lone nine year old in the Rose Garden. Iku's Inn. Finally, somewhere that Brennan could stay, somewhere that he would be able to successfully hide from his psychotic father. Brennan slowly paced inside, easily opening the wooden door that would be much too heavy for a normal young child. A bell chimed as the seemingly young boy walked inside, and a blonde woman, one who seemed about thirty years old, turned her head and looked at Brennan, "Hey there sweety," She said, her voice sweet as honey, "Did you get separated from your parents?" It was upon finishing this statement that she noticed the floating spear, the robot, and the swords slung over Brennan's shoulder. "Something tells me you are not as young as you look." This time around, her phrase was missing the air of sweetness that had been present before.

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"You got me." Brennan said, raising his hands into the air, "I am not nine years old." He paused for a second, "Nevertheless, you got a room for me?" The blonde woman stared at him, "Why do you need a room? You a fugitive?" Brennan paused for a second, trying to think of how to word his next phrase, "I am a fugitive, but not from the law." The lady raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" Brennan frowned, "Let's just say me and my father do not have the... best relationship." The lady didn't answer for a moment as she jotted something down in a notebook, "Alright. Third floor, fourth room. The amount you owe me is calculated on the day you leave." He tossed him a key and he caught it. Brennan nodded, "Thank you very much." He walked up to the staircase and started to walk up, soon arriving at the third floor. After walking down the hallway for a few seconds, he found a number 4 carved into a door.

Brennan inserted the key in the slot, and turned it, before withdrawing the key. He then grasped the cool metal doorknob and pushed the door in, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned around and locked the door, before turning back around and examining the room. It was much bigger than he expected, there was a living room type room, and two doors, one on the east wall and one on the west wall. He first walked up to the door on his left, turning the knob and opening the door, a large room with an archway that led to a hot tub. There was another door that was connected to the hot tub room, which led to a bathroom, a toilet and a sink.

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Brennan paced out of the master suite and to the other wall. He turned the cool metal doorknob and pushed the door in. Here there was another bathroom. Decent size, a small shower, a bathtub, and a sink. Brennan walked out and closed the door, walking back into the master suite. He tossed his swords on to the bed, and placed A.I.R.C., who had shut down because it lacked a solar charge, next to them, Excalibur then floated onto the pile of gear at Brennan's command. Brennan then removed his black cloak, tossing it on top of the gear. He slipped off his white T-Shirt, which was still five sizes too big, and threw it on top. He then proceeded to walk into the living room and hop onto the couch. Brennan stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, but quickly fell asleep, as he had been exhausted by the day's events.

Brennan dreamed of torture. He dreamed that his father had found him hiding in the Rose Garden, and had tortured the boy, in the very room that Brennan was sleeping. In Brennan's dream, no, nightmare, the boy barely escaped his father, and ran through the Rose Garden endlessly, never stopping, never remembering that he could fly. Brennan's dream had felt so real like a lucid dream, but he couldn't control anything that happened, it was like no matter what he did, he was doomed to die. Towards the end of Brennan's dream, he had stopped, just to take a break for a few minutes. But in those few minutes, Albert had caught up, he had been found. Brennan was overwhelmed by fear, unaware that he was dreaming, entirely convinced that this had been happening in real life. In his dream, Brennan had been petrified, unable to move, only able to sit there helplessly as his father killed him.

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Brennan woke up in a cold sweat, not quite screaming, but panting heavily. Brennan wiped the sweat off of his forehead and got up, scoping the room for any intruders. Brennan walked back into the master suite and slipped on his T-Shirt, buttoning up his cloak over the shirt and pants. He slung one sword over each shoulder and slipped his cane into a loop on his belt. He knocked on A.I.R.C.'s cold metal shell and the little pink drone chirped, "Hello master! Where are we?" Its eyes flickered around the unfamiliar scene as it heard Brennan's response,"We're at an inn. Hiding from him." A.I.R.C. shuddered as much as a small robot can, and Brennan nodded in response, placing the small pink robot on his shoulder. "We cannot stay in the same place for too long." He said coolly, "We have to get going." A.I.R.C. chirped in agreement, and Brennan paced out of the room slowly, flicking his wrist so Excalibur would follow him, locking the door behind him.

He took the stairs down to the first floor and threw the key at the blonde woman, along with a small bag of Jewels. "That should cover it." He said, walking out of the inn, to be greeted with the magic filled streets of the Rose Garden, which never ceased to impress Brennan. He walked through the streets, searching for another place to stay, preferably somewhere where his father wouldn't guess he would stay. As Brennan walked, the mages exhibiting their magic in the streets called out to him, wanting his money. But he knew most of them would just pickpocket him, so he steered clear of the mages and just searched for an inn, or some other type of place where he would be able to stay without arousing suspicion.

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The slums. That was it! Brennan's father would never expect to find him there, for reasons unknown to Brennan, the man believed him to be someone that highly valued luxury, for reasons completely unknown to Brennan. So, the boy walked west, it took a while, but eventually, Brennan Skyllon reached a boarded up building, and the mood of the surroundings seemed to have changed, no longer was everyone happy, and, quite frankly, drunk, here, people were serious, intent only on one thing. Survival. Brennan hoped that he didn't stand out too much in the slums, with all of his fancy gear, and a highly technologically advanced pink robot-type thing. Brennan approached the nearest homeless person, who was sitting on the ground, and waved, hoping to find an outfit that would fit him."'Ey there, fella." He said, ""Y'know where a man might find some clothin' fer himself?" For a few seconds, the man just stared at Brennan, trying to decide whether or not he had enough money.

Once the man decided that Brennan was rich enough, he stood up, "This way, friend." The man said, his voice rough. He paced into a building, which, just like all the others, was falling to pieces, and Brennan followed him reluctantly, hoping he wasn't falling into a trap.

Once man walked inside, Brennan saw a multitude of outfits, each one unique, each one delicately crafted. "H much'll one of these cost me, friend?" Brennan asked with a smile, and the man responded, his voice just as rough as the last time around. "10,000 Jewels apiece, partner." Brennan grimaced, that was pretty damn expensive, but these were some pretty good clothes. After a moment of consideration, Brennan nodded, "I'll take one." He smiled, and slipped a bag of jewels out of his large pocket, tossing it to the man.

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The man smiled, revealing rotted, brown teeth, along with one single golden tooth, his top left incisor. "Well now, my dear friend, take any outfit you want! Any outfit you want, dear ol' friend!" Brennan smiled, his white teeth directly contrasting the rotting brown teeth of the man. Everything here was intricate, delicate, and stunningly beautiful. Brown found a red outfit that would probably fit him, but it was too tight for his taste, so he kept searching. He also found a nice black and white outfit, but he kept searching anyway, looking for something that would look absolutely perfect on his now incredibly frail and thin frame. A tan outfit, no, it was a little to bland in Brennan's opinion. A golden yellow polo shirt and dress pants of the same color, along with a white blazer, no, too fancy for Brennan's needs. The next outfit Brennan found was stellar, no, it was beyond stellar, it was perfect, it was exactly what he needed. It was a hoodie with navy blue sleeves, a yellow hood and a yellow strip going along with the buttons, and a turquoise midsection. The hoodie came along with navy blue pants and turquoise shoes, with yellow outfits. "I'll take this one." Brennan said, smiling broadly, hugging the outfit. The man nodded, and pointed to a small room, "You can change there, friend." Brennan nodded thankfully and walked into the room, clutching the outfit tightly.

He unbuttoned his cloak, and as it fell to the ground, Brennan slipped off his over sized T-Shirt and his jeans, without even having to unbutton the jeans. Brennan slipped on the navy blue pants, and buttoned up the hoodie, extremely satisfied with how he looked. He walked out of the room, "Thank you." The man simply nodded in response, and uttered no words.

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Brennan paced out of the abandoned building, his new clothing fitting onto the boy's body much more snugly. He paced around the slums, unsure whether he would fit in here, perhaps it would be best to get back to the richer part of the Rose Garden. "A.I.R.C.," Brennan said, "Can you search for inns in downtown Rose Garden?" A.I.R.C. chirped in compliance, and soon, a blue screen flew in front of Brennan's face. There five inns in the area, one of which was the inn that he had already stayed at, so really, there were only four inns. Brennan walked for a while, in order to get out of the slums, but he hadn't even been walking for 10 minutes before he was assaulted by a man with crazy blonde hair. "Money." He said, his voice crazy, "Give me all of your money. Child." He said with a twisted grin, "Or I swear, I'll kill you. I will. I will. I will." He laughed crazily and Brennan frowned, how did this man plan to assault him? He was fully armed, while this man seemed to be utterly lacking in weaponry. He had to have some plan, no one would assault someone who was fully armed without some weaponry themselves, not even someone as crazy as this man.

Brennan shook his head, "I need my money, man. I'm sorry, real sorry." The man screamed, and he started to transform, his skin ripping apart and blood pouring from every inch of his body. "You didn't give me your money! Now. I. Kill. You." His body, which was now lacking any skin whatsoever, rippled and pulsed. Normally, Brennan would've run, but Brennan found himself petrified in terror. Then, the man's muscles started to transform somehow. Was this some form of Takeover Magic? It had to be, there was no other explanation.

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The man's muscles continued to spasm and pulse, somehow turning a sickly green color, and... hardening? The man's entire body was now covered in a green body armor, and he started to grow, becoming twice Brennan's size, three times his size, four times his size. The man just wouldn't stop growing. When he grew to approximately 5 times Brennan's size, fifteen feet, he began to transform in a different way. His face, which was still moderately human, began shifting, the man grew a snout, and his eyes narrowed, shifting to his sides. Then, the creature screamed, and scaly green wings exploded from it's back, growing and growing, until they were even bigger than then creature itself. "I... kill...you..." I muttered, no longer human at all. Brennan grimaced, and Excalibur floated in front of him, he didn't want to have to kill a man, but this, this was no longer a man, it was a thing.

Excalibur remained perfectly still, doing nothing so long as Brennan didn't command it. Then, Brennan flicked his wrist, "Hummingbird." Excalibur suddenly started to spin around erratically, becoming a blur in the air. The giant creature was not fast at all, so it was unable to block Excalibur, however, the spear simply bounced off the creature's scales. Brennan grimaced, "What to do, what to do?" He snapped his fingers, "Multiply." He had come up with the name on the spot, but it sounded rather good to him. So, Excalibur began to spin, and suddenly, thousands of kunai took its place. The kunai jetted at the created, but none of them seemed to be able to pierce its scale, they just bounced off, one after another. But they did not stop, they kept bouncing off the scales, and, unbeknownst to Brennan, they each kunai weakened the scales ever so slightly, eventually, the kunai would deal some damage.

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Bouncing, that's all the kunai were doing. One after another, they bounced off, only to fly towards the scaled creature once again. Brennan grimaced, there was absolutely no way this thing was that tough, his kunai would have to break through somehow. But before the kunai could break through the scales, they glowed, reforming into the Excalibur Spear. "Dammit." Brennan cursed to himself, unsheathing his swords, and running towards the creature. Both of his swords smashed into the green scales, and they broke surprisingly easily, thanks to being worn down by the kunai. The creature hissed, and swiped it' hands towards Brennan, who, unable to block, took the full brunt of the blow, smashing into the nearest building, his swords clattering onto the floor, along with A.I.R.C.. Brennan cursed under his breath and unsheathed his cane, which blossomed into an umbrella. Flew flew towards the creature, a cloud unsheathing a flurry of lightning onto it.

The creature hissed, and collapsed onto the ground, spasms once again lurching throughout its body. The green scales faded away, replaced with skin, and the man shrank, standing up. The only article of clothing on him were a pair of boxer shorts, but the man didn't seem to realize this. "I still need your money." He hissed, "I. Need. All. Of. It." Brennan sighed, "I cannot give it to you. I am sorry." The man screamed loudly, but Brennan simply punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious. The boy sighed and retrieved his swords and A.I.R.C. who was still groaning. "Owie..." It said as Brennan placed it on his shoulder. Brennan re-sheathed his swords and began to walk towards downtown Rose Garden once again. This had been an unnecessary hassle, and Brennan hoped he hadn't attracted too much attention. If he had, it would make it that much easier for his father to find him.

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Soon, Brennan arrived at downtown Rose Garden, and it was just as exuberant as it had been a couple hours ago, thieves and master mages demonstrating their magical abilities. Everything from making something sparkle to turning objects into stone was present, Brennan suspected that some of these mages could be extremely dangerous if they actually put their minds to casting magic instead of just half-assed pick-pocketing tricks. He paced through the Rose Garden, staring intently at the blue screen next to his face, he had almost arrived at one of the inns. Daichi's Inn. Finally. Brennan walked into the inn, prepared to be stared at quizzically, like everyone else, this man probably would not expect to see a nine year old. Once Brennan walked in, however, this man's reaction was quite the opposite of the woman who owned the other inn. "Hey there." Was all he said, "You lookin' for a room, my dear man?" Brennan nodded, "Yeah. Something on the top floor would be of preference, my good man." The man nodded and bent down, rummaging through some keys. "Here ya go." He said, tossing the keys at Brennan, who caught them with ease. "Free 'o charge." He said smoothly with a slight wink. "Thank you." Brennan said with a smile, quickly jogging up the stairs.

Brennan slipped the key into the door, and twisted it before withdrawing it. He turned the brass door. The room was fairly large, but wasn't nearly a large as the room in the previous inn he had stayed at. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. This room was fairly cramped, with a bed, TV, and a couch all cramped into one area. Brennan took off all of his gear and placed it onto the bed. He hopped onto the couch and closed his eyes with a sigh, how much longer would he have to stay on the run?

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Brennan yawned, he found himself rather tired after this recent ordeal. He shook his head and sighed, shoving all of his gear onto the couch and crawling into the bed. It was rather cozy, so the thin framed bboy soon fell asleep, slipping out of consciousness faster than he could even resister.

The dream. Again. Brennan was running through downtown Rose Garden, only to find a silver haired man following him. No, Brennan thought to himself, No. He screamed in his head, and Excalibur, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere, stabbed Albert straight in the chest. The man, however, just licked his lips, and ripped Excalibur out of his own chest, hurtling it straight at Brennan. Brennan was unable to stop Excalibur, even though it should have frozen at his command, but all he could do was watch as the spear skewered him. The second it hit, Brennan awoke, panting. He was in a cold sweat, that had been the most terrifying nightmare he had experienced in weeks.

But it wasn't a nightmare. Albert Skyllon and his silver hair stood above Brennan, licking his lips. "Well, well, look who it is." The man snickered, and a wicked grin covered his face. Brennan did not know what to do, he had to escape. Excalibur. He didn't move an inch, but the spear started floating, and skewered his father's neck. The man would be incapacitated for only a second, so Brennan had to run. He rolled out of the way and snatched his swords, his cane, and A.I.R.C.. He then proceeded to smash through a window, and a hand of sand rose up from the ground and caught Brennan, placing him gently on the ground. The second that Brennan touched the ground, he ran, A.I.R.C. on his shoulder, until he remembered that he could fly. The boy quickly rose from the ground, and flew through the sky, trying his best to get away from his father.

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Brennan flew, and flew, and flew, desperately trying to get away from his father, but he couldn't, the man was much faster than him, so by now, he had already healed, and had already caught up to Brennan. That meant that Excalibur was free as well, so Brennan called the weapon towards him, and it came. "Excalibur..." He said, flicking his wrist, "Multiply." As both of them ran, Excalibur began to spin, and spin, and spin, until it disappeared, and was replaced with thousands of kunai. They flew towards Albert, each one penetrating him time and time again, but yet, the man still breathed. Brennan sighed, why wouldn't this man just die?! He didn't want to have to run forver, but that seemed to be his only choice... because apparently, his father was immortal, that was just his luck. But no one could be immortal... there had to be some way for this man to die.

It was then that Albert decided to fight back. He spun around in a circle, bringing up a gust of wind, causing the kunai that made up Excalibur to fly away. Albert than jumped up into the air, and a leg charged up with shadow energy smashed into Brennan's chest, sending him flying into the nearest building. "Goddamn!" He yelled as he picked himself up, "That hurt quite a bit..." Then, suddenly, Excalibur reformed into a spear, and speared Albert straight in the chest. But Albert just chuckled, "My dear son, have you not discovered that spearing me does not injure me? Brennan grimaced as his father ripped Excalibur out of his chest and snapped it in half. "How are you going to fight me without your weapon, my dear little boy?" Brennan shook his head, "It seems, my dear father, that you always forget about my God Slaying abilities."

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A pistol made of black sand appeared in Brennan's hand, and it glowed, along with his hands. "Magical Bullet!" He yelled, and a bullet made of black sand exploded from the pistol, homing onto Albert's chest. The bullet glowed as it pierced Albert's chest, making a sickening ripping sound. For some reason, the man seemed to react to this, and collapsed to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. Brennan raised his eyebrows and lowered himself down to the ground. He poked his father, who just kept writhing in pain, and shrugged to him, floating once again, and flying away at top speed.

He knew his father wouldn't die, but at least Brennan had found a way to affect him, and that would make things a hell of a lot easier. Excalibur followed Brennan as he flew, and the boy was now in an excessively cheery mood. He hummed to himself as he flew, nowhere in particular, just... somewhere. Why not enjoy Rose Garden now that he was here? Brennan thought he might as well, as he left himself drift down to the ground, and looked around, even in the broad daylight, there were still many festivities to be found in the Rose Garden, many mages showing off their skills.

Brennan stared at a man who turned his arm into a leg, which was pretty interesting, Brennan identified it as Body Transformation Magic. A magic very similar to Takeover, it was very amusing to watch, but Brennan could not think of many viable applications when they were in a battle, or at war. He shrugged to himself, and walked away, there was much more to see, maybe he would stay overnight, or maybe he wouldn't. It would all depend on how he felt, now that his father was gone. Well, not gone, but at least now Brennan had a way to defend himself.

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So much to do... Brennan didn't know what to do first. Akio's Sushi. Brennan quite liked sushi... he supposed he could go there. Brennan pushed the wooden door in and glanced around, it was decorated nicely, lots and lots of gold. A man greeted Brennan, "Welcome!" He glanced around, looking for Brennan's parents. "I'm not nine." The boy chimed in, "I'm here alone, could I please have a table?" The man was surprised to find out that Brennan wasn't as old as he looked, but obliged, and started walking, beckoning for the boy to follow him, "This way, sir." Brennan nodded, and followed the man, anxious to get his hands on some sushi. The man lead Brennan to a small chair, where Brennan sat, awaiting his sushi. A chef approached him, disregarding the fact that he looked like he was nine years old, and said, "I am very sorry, sir, but we are out of everything, except for Futomaki Sushi." Brennan smiled, "That's okay, I just need some sushi." THe man nodded, and proceeded to make the sushi... with his mind? He was using some sort of telekinesis, which was a pretty impressive display, since he managed to make the sushi with perfect accuracy.

Brennan clapped, "Very amazing display!" He said with a rather broad smile. The man bowed, and the sushi flew onto a plate in front of Brennan. Brennan grabbed the sleek silver chopsticks sitting at his side and bit into the sushi. It was stellar! Better than anything Brennan had ever tasted! And the best part? The best part was that he was finally able to enjoy his life without worrying about his father brutally murdering him and everyone he cared about. Brennan greedily, yet slowly, ate his sushi, savoring each piece like was to be his last. After this, he knew that he had to get home, to the Laughing Coffin guild hall.

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