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For those reading this post, this is not an official chapter. The idea was to do a sort of temporary crossover between Shivam's fanfic and my own. Unfortunately the idea didn't go down too well, so was scrapped. You can read this chapter, but keep in mind, it's not changing the story.
For those of you reading this, and HAVEN'T read chapter 6 yet, I suggest you do. There were 2 updates today. Chapter 6 is a few posts back. To understand the beginning of this Chapter, you might need to be up to date with Shivams Fanfic, which can be found here! =]
I didn't write this chapter, Shivam did. So for this chapter, all compliments should be directed toward him.
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[Crossover Chapter] Enter Fr'ndCoda
Rik awoke with the sound of footsteps towards him. It was a metallic noise. A tall muscular figure stood before him. He had a fair face, brown hair, and a large broadsword was on his back.
Rik saw Shivam, Metanic, Kuzon and Ciera. Rik called to them, “Wake up guys! We’re in some weird place. Come on! WAKE UP!” Rik yelled at the others. The others woke up looking very drowsy, and dreary. When they saw another figure, everyone jumped to their feet and took a few steps back. They looked at the man before them. He was very muscular indeed.
“Who are you?” He asked them.
“That’s what we should be asking you.” Metanic replied.
“I am Antonie; one of the five commanders of Fr’ndcoda." The muscular figure replied. "There, I have introduced myself, now it is your go.”
Rik reluctantly told him his name, as did Metanic, Kuzon, Ciera and Shivam.
“What? Almost all of them have the same names, or look very similar to some of the warriors in the Fellowship. This should be reported to the Council of Fr’ndcoda.” Antonie thought to himself. “Hmm... I think I need to take you to The Council, they will decide what will happen to you.” The others didn’t seem too happy at that prospect.
Rik sighed. “I never thought I would have to use my abilities ever again.” He murmured disappointingly. He started phrasing an odd enchantment, “He of heavenly flesh, cloud the chaos and death, flame rides the demon of death and misfortune, the devil laughs at the deaths and the God’s repent!” Rik thrusted his hands forward, as an odd arcanic symbol emitted from his radiating hand right hand, suddenly blue fire emerged from the arcanic symbol and was shot in a constant stream at Antonie. Quick as a flash, Antonie sidestepped it.
“Run!!” Rik ordered the others to do. Apart from Kuzon, he stayed. Ciera and Metanic rushed to the left farther into the forest, while Shivam ran to the right, into a hilly area.
“You made a mistake when you attacked me.” Antonie told Rik, smiling slightly.
“Kuzon? Why are you still here?” Rik asked Kuzon when he noticed Kuzon had stayed.
“This guy, he’s strong. Very strong, I doubt you’d be able to defeat him all alone.” Kuzon replied, while keeping an eye on Antonie. Antonie looked at the duo.
“It’s two on one; one of the two seems to have the same magical skills as our Rik. The other, I have no idea what he is capable of. But I assume that the magical user will have to stay at a distance to use his spells effectively, therefore it is in my best interests to stay close to them.” Antonie thought to himself while trying to think of an appropriate plan to combat the enemy. Antonie unsheathed his broadsword and held it one hand. Rik and Kuzon were astounded. The fact that he could wield a two handed sword in one hand, was an amazing feat of his strength. “Let’s go then!” Antonie called over to the other side.
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Ciera and Metanic ran through the forest, narrowly avoiding the windy trees. It was dark in this part of the forest, the trees blocked out all the light, so only narrow rays managed to poke through the large branches that obscured the sun.
The two friends saw a light breaking into the pathway ahead of them. They headed towards it, and broke out into a meadow of greenery. Many plants, flowers and above all: grass. Grass as far as the eye could see. Yet while the wind raged, the sound of footsteps could still be heard.
A tall figure rose from the other side of a large hill. He had a sheathed katana on one of his sides and seemed quite buff in terms of strength. This man looked as if he were in a hurry, as he rushed down the hill towards them. It was only when he drew nearer to them before the man noticed that the two figures wern’t from Fr’ndcoda. Nor from Gorontor, he wasn’t sure if these two were from Theanta or not.
“Strangers! Where do you hail from?” The man asked.
“I don’t feel like telling you.” Ciera replied rather rudely. Metanic glanced at her before gazing at the katana person.
“Well, I’m afraid I will have to take you to the Council of Fr’ndcoda then.” Metanic and Ciera hopped backwards.
“Er.. No, it’s okay! We’re fine.” Metanic replied. “Who are you?” Metanic asked cautiously. The man started to draw his katana.
“I am James, leader of the Fellowship of Fr’ndcoda!” Metanic and Ciera started to prepare to do battle with this seemingly powerful opponent.
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Shivam was running around the numerous hills in the area, sliding, cart wheeling and somersaulting. Never had he felt so free. Although if he ran into trouble, this would not be the most ideal place he would like to do battle. He would’ve preferred the large, closely packed forest, as his acrobatics would be most helpful there.
But this was no time for detouring. He didn’t know where he was going, but he couldn’t stop, not now. Or could he? “A short break could do me good.” Shivam thought to himself.
He lay down on the soft, lush green grass, until he sensed something – or someone moving towards him. Shivam jumped to his feet quickly, and saw a man running towards him all alone. The man was incredible fast, and was carrying a dagger. Before Shivam could properly react, the man was at his face. He was grinning with glee. Just as he was about to slit Shivam’s throat, Shivam grabbed his wrist, and held it tightly.
“And who might you be?” The speedy guy asked,
“Shivam, and you?”
“Jamie.” The man said. Shivam released his grip on Jamie’s hand, and did a backward roll to increase the distance between them. “Hope you’re ready to go.” Jamie said to Shivam across the distance.
To be continued.
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