The Magic Wilds: Champions of Mythrolhia: Prologue

By Terrarian Kitsune
WARNING: Content of this story may include violence, gore, modest romance, swearing, crossovers, and references to several other video games and TV shows. Any jokes, character morals, or fourth wall breaking should not be taken seriously. If anyone is offended by any of the content listed above, then please turn back now. You have been warned.
Story:
Terrarian Kitsune presents...
The Magic Wilds
Champions of Mythrolhia
Prologue
Codex of Mythrolhia: Words and Terminology
Chapters
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Dead winds blew in the air of the Shadow Lands, a hostile environment full of terrifying growth and a large, barren wasteland full of walking creature corpses. Once known as the Cold Lands for its slightly less hostile environment and its brutally cold but still air, it was once inhabited by creatures who were tough as well as they were difficult to get along with. Things changed when the leader of the Cold Lands became a tyrant, hell bent on unity through control and manipulation, becoming the historically infamous ruler known to all in Mythrolhia, as the Shadow Lord. 
In the middle of the vast wasteland, a male feline/rabbit hybrid arca, and a female tabby norma, were climbing towards the Shadow Lord's ancient temple, guarded on the outside by corrupted dark wizards. 
The arca had the face and body of a small cat, but the ears and tail of a rabbit. He had a white coat, with a black spot over his right eye, and one on the left side of his torso going down his thigh. He had blue eyes, and wore a torn and tattered black cloak with a hood attached. The norma had an orange coat with a white chin and belly, and amber eyes. She also wore a pink bow around her neck. The two creatures approached a statue of a rabbit wearing a wizard's robes and hat, petrified and cracked, purple light peeking out through the crevices, the statue's right arm extended, his expression one of anger.
"H-hello?" The arca said, timidly. "I-I came, just as you asked. I uh... brought a... friend. What do I do now?"
An authoritative voice came from the statue. "Come closer, my heir."
The male looked towards his partner, both of them having an expression of uncertainty. But he obeyed, as a spirit in the shape of the statue appeared.
"Did you bring it?" The spirit asked, anticipation in his voice. The male produced a glowing purple crystal fragment, hanging from a necklace from his cloak. "Good, now place it in my extended paw." The spirit pointed towards the statue. The statue was slowly oozing some sort of purple liquid from its cracks, staining the stone floor beneath it.
The arca began to obey, but his partner stopped him, grabbing his forelegs. "Wait!" she shouted. "How do we know you aren't going to backstab us once we free you?"
"K-kayla... don't anger him." the male spoke.
"My methods may be cruel," boasted the rabbit spirit. "but I do not lie."
"But you are known to be manipulative" the tabby stated matter of factly. "We need assurance you won't have us killed, or mind controlled once you're free."
The spirit considered his words carefully. "I promise neither of you will come to harm by my paws as long as you do not provoke my wrath." he said. "As for control... I will need some control over you. You are my heir after all, which means I will have to make some of the harder decisions to ensure my plan of total unity comes to fruition, and to ensure that once I decease, you can continue my legacy. But your actions will... mostly be your own."
"Jay?" The tabby meowed at him with worried eyes.
"Everything will be fine, Kay." he assured her. "We'll finally get everything we deserve."
Kay nodded hesitantly. Jay placed the fragment gently into the rabbit statue's extended paw. A short moment later, the paw dislocated from the statue's body, shattering into dust on the floor, as the hybrid stared in shock. Seconds later the rest of the statue began to disintegrate, and Jay hollered in surprise.
"Huh." the spirit said, nonchalantly. "Well that was... unexpected."
"I'm so sorry!" the arca shouted in panic, bowing at the pile of stone dust. "I didn't mean to! Please forgive me, oh lord of darkness!"
The spirit rolled his eyes. "Quite embarrassing yourself, you fool! Sift through the ash."
Jay then suddenly noticed something sparkling within the messy pile of tiny rocks and purple goo. "Oh, I found something!" he exclaimed, as he dug through rocks, and pulled out a black medallion of a crow standing atop the world, wings outstretched, beak open. Jay studied the medallion intently, before raising it up to the Shadow Lord.
The Shadow Lord grinned, placing an ethereal paw on the medallion. From his ghostly paw, flesh began to form and spread around his spirit. A black coat with white forepaws appeared, along with a pair of red eyes, and a pink nose. His robes and pointy hat were a deep dark blue.
"Whoa." Jay uttered. "You're... whole again."
"Yes." the Shadow Lord said, grinning ear to ear. But then his grin dropped. "But we must stay close now, as we are bound together. If we are to separate more than a hundred meters from each other, we will both disintegrate into dust, like that statue there. If one of us dies, the other will follow."
Jay looked in horror at the statue. Kayla growled. "You didn't say anything about that before!"
The Shadow Lord pursed his lips. "Didn't I?" he teased. "Silly me."
"B-but there's a way to break the binding, right?" Jay asked, hopefully.
The rabbit had walked over to the temple entrance, looking over the land he had once ruled over. Such a hostile land. Rebranded by his traitorous friends as the "Shadow Lands" just to mock him. "Oh yes." he said. "It will take some time, but I can unlock the shackles that bind the two of us."
The hybrid breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course, were you a direct descendant of mine, this whole process would be much less complicated. Unfortunately, I'll have to make do with the descendant of..." he looked back at the hybrid, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "an idiot cousin. No offense."
As he turned again, Kayla bared her teeth, growling at the rabbit, her claws displayed, slightly digging into the stone beneath her.
"I'd ask that you keep your 'friend' in line." the rabbit said, not looking back at them. "We wouldn't want some something bad to happen to her... would we?"
"Erm... no my lord." Jay replied, then looked towards Kayla and shook his head, fearfully. The tabby begrudgingly retracted her claws. Ultimately deciding not to be the Shadow Lord's next red stain on the floor.
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Somewhere, deep in the Mist Lands of Mythrolhia, a lost fox wanders through a small forest, in search of food. Preferably meat from a small monster. A fire imp, or even a rot eater would do just fine. His stomach roared at him as he thought of his situation. The fox had been wandering the forests of the Mist Lands on his own for two days now, and felt more lost than an hyperactive puppy after chasing their tail. 
"Dang it, Terran!" the fox scolded himself. "Did I just go in a circle? I swear I saw that same rock about three times."
Terran Lynch is an arctic spirit fox who fled his snowy home town after it was attacked by a pack of tundra werewolves at a young age. Back then his coat was full white, with blue eyes, a cyan nose, two blue markings depicting whiskers on both of his cheeks, a marking depicting a swirly line behind both eyes, the same swirly line but bigger on both his flanks, and a blue dipstick tail. Now he uses illusion magic to make his coat violet colored, with spots of white on his stomach, forepaws, lower face, and the dip on his tails, which he now sports three, due to his progression in power and experience. The only things that remain the same are his eyes, markings, and his nose.
After escaping, Terran found himself a new home, in a town of spirit foxes like himself, called Fox Haven. A home which he has left on a journey to become a champion of Mythrolhia. 
A second later, a wolf spirit appeared in front of him. The wolf had a white coat, blue eyes, big teeth, and short ears.
"I said east!" the wolf spirit barked. "You kept going EVERY OTHER DIRECTION!"
"Beast! You know I'm bad at directions!" Terran whined, indignantly. "It's your fault for saying east, and not left or right.
The wolf's eyes narrowed. "You're a fox! Can't you use your... internal-north-finding-compass-thingy?"
"First of all," the violet-coated fox said. "that 'internal-north-finding-compass-thingy' is a hunting trick."
"So? You can use it here, can't you?"
"Secondly, yes, I am a fox. But I'm an arca fox, not a norma fox. My genetic abilities focus more on magic and mental stability, rather than instinct, which is what norma are known for. Were I a norma, that instinctual internal compass would be more present."
Beast rolled his eyes and said "You can't use that excuse every time. You do have instinct, it's just not as strong."
"Well you clearly know where we're going better than I do. Why don't you take over?"
"Nah. I don't feel like it." Beast strode lightly next to Terran, not a sound to his paw steps.
"Figures you'd be lazy unless there's a big meal or a fight in front of us." Terran noted. "If I have to go hungry again because you caught a whole Cyclofrog last night, and didn't share, I'm going to be really upset."
Beast gave a sassy smirk and replied "Actually, it was a gorilla wolf. And you just have an issue of skill."
Terran pouted. "It doesn't help that all the big, juicy monsters come out at night. And you eat them raw."
Beast is Terran's werewolf part. The two of them take turns between day and night, taking control of their "vessel" for lack of a better term, while the other can project himself as a spirit. When the switch happens, their bodies don't exactly change, but rather switch places with each other, as they both have separate bodies, one in the physical realm, and the other in a sort of "pocket dimension". This allows them to switch places while the other rests, so he has energy when it is his turn.
This is because Terran is "beast-born". Beasts, such as werewolves and vampires, are born in between of the realms of norma, non-magical creatures, and arca, magical creatures, due to their nature of having the instincts of a norma, and the magical powers of an arca. Beast-born, however, are hybrids between either norma or arca, and a beast creature. Beast-born have an inner beast inside of them, a small "pocket" of aggression and strength. While Terran and Beast have shared the same egg, they do not share the same body. They are like twin brothers, but instead of being separate, they are bound to each other by a single life, a single vessel but separate bodies.
Work in Progress...