Champions of The Magic Wilds: Episode 0

By Terrarian Pony
WARNING: Content of this story may include violence, gore, modest romance, swearing, crossovers, and references to several other video games and TV shows. This series is also written in script format. If anyone is offended by any of the content listed above, than please turn back now. You have been warned.
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Terrarian Pony presents...
Champions of The Magic Wilds
Episode 0
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This world is full of creatures, magical, and non magical. They thrive in communities in the land of Mythrolhia. Norma, or non magic creatures, are known to grow crops, hunt beasts, make medicine, and build constructs, while arca, magic creatures, provide energy, enchantment, entertainment, and protection to non magics. But where there is peace, there must also be the balancing element of chaos. 
No world is built without the element of survival. The magic wilds are full of dangers. Monsters roam where there is no civilization. Creatures often get lost, and become feral searching for fortune and glory. Some creatures are born into feralhood, forced to endure the harsh wilds of Mythrolhia. And if that wasn't bad enough, bandits, outlaws and secret cults making their living in such inhospitable places.
But possibly worst of all, there is a Darkness, created from the fear, the sorrow, the anger of creatures. The shadow mist. An entity that swallows creatures whole, and spits them back out, mind warped beyond memory, body twisted beyond recognition, soul tortured beyond its limit, creating what many call, a corrupted. These corrupted now roam the lands of Mythrolhia, claiming territories, and vessels of living creatures, for some unknown deity.
But beyond the danger, there is beauty. The adventure is plentiful, and the bounty is ripe, if you know where to look. There is a treasure, unlike any other, which can bring life to land, and heal the sick and injured, and can even destroy Darkness itself. This treasure is called the life crystal, the only crystal of its kind, or so they say. Many have tried to find it, all have failed, or given up. But that does not discourage brave adventurers from seeking its whereabouts in the great depths of the magic wilds. The wilds grabs everyone... eventually.
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Corella looked grimly at the snow fox village. The ice werewolf alpha's wife could see the flames blazing in the distance, sounds of battle still echo in the distance. The spirit foxes didn't deserve this. Though she could not deny her disdain for their fragility, she could not condone the actions of her son. Killing his father in cold blood, destroying the home of another tribe, all over something so small and petty.
Two of her husband's personal guards, Remus and Ethel stood at her side. Ethel, the female was pawing at the snow beneath her paws with an indignant look about her, as if the snow had somehow offended her. Remus, the male, growled at the distant flames, which didn't show signs of calming.
Remus:" Damn Orthor! Betraying his alpha, for something so stupid!?"
Corella Dean:" This isn't what I wanted either."
Remus:" Then why did we let this happen? This is only happening because..."
Corella:" I know why this happened. If Aaron hadn't gone off, none of this would be a problem."
Ethel:" Look. I think that's one of the survivors."
A tiny white fox, with blue markings on his face, and a blue tip on his tail was running his way up the snowbank, unaware of the werewolves in his path, as he looked back at his devastated home. The blue markings on his face depicted two whiskers on each cheek, and a swirly squiggle behind each eye. There was also a larger swirly squiggle on both sides of his torso. His face was caked in blood that was not his. He didn't know whose it was, but he was too shocked at the attack behind him, he hadn't bothered to try to clean it. He gasped as a huge male wolf blocked his path. 
It was definitely one of the werewolves, but he was in his quadruped form, which is the form they usually take in a neutral environment, unless they were alpha, or unless there was full or special moon. Werewolves can also turn into large, and bulky bipedal forms, with wolf features. Ice werewolves have a full coat of white fur, and a higher tolerance towards colder climates.
The fox gasped in terror, seeing the huge dog's teeth barred. The wolf picked him up, curling his leg around the tiny kit's body.
Remus:" Hehe... they won't notice one missing I'm sure."
The fox panicked, flinging his legs wildly as the wolf's jaw opened, revealing his disgusting maw and sharp teeth.
Corella:" Put. That. Down."
Remus looked back at her, a surprised look on his face. 
Remus:" He has the blood of one our own on him."
Corella:" I sorely doubt that little imp is responsible for the death of one ours."
Remus pouted, but did as he was told. Corella didn't let the fox leave however. She inhaled his scent as if sniffing a helping of fairy dust. Suddenly her expression turned sour, and a growl escaped her. If looks could kill...
Corella:" You. You're the one they're after. This is your fault, you know. The only reason I do not eat you right now, is to preserve our principles. I hope your traitorous father gets what he deserves."
Corella moved passed him, and the others followed. The fox ran in the opposite direction of them, hoping not to encounter any more large creatures.
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In the forest of Fox Haven, a little fox, with two tails was playing in the snow. Her fur was mainly red, with areas of white on her tail tips, lower face, and her belly. Her face had bright red markings and her forepaws had black socks. She had a long patch of head hair running down both sides of her head. Emma was in the middle of catching snowflakes on her tongue, when she heard her father's voice calling out to her.
Florence Lance:" Emilia. Time to come inside. Dinner is almost ready."
Emma Lance:" Awe. Just five more minutes, papa? Pleeeease?"
Florence:" Come on, now. It's getting colder."
Emma:" Okay."
Emma started walking behind her father when her ear twitched. She heard panting sounds coming from behind. She looked in the direction where she heard the noise and couldn't see anything for a moment. Suddenly, she noticed movement from a creature blending in with the snow. It was a tiny white fox, and he had blood on his face. The fox collapsed in the snow, panting heavily, eyes closed. Emma panicked.
Emma:" PAPA! Papa, theirs a kit in the snow! He's hurt!"
Florence came running up to the tiny fox. He sniffed at the blood, and came to a conclusion.
Florence:" It's alright. The blood isn't his. He probably just stumbled across two fighting ferals. He does look exhausted, though. I'll carry him into the house. Come on."
Emma followed closely to her father, as he carried the little fox on his back. Now that she got to see the kit up close, she was suddenly curious. Why was he out here? And why hadn't she seen him before? She'd thought she met every kit who lived here. Did he come from outside of Haven? But how? She had no idea there were other spirit foxes outside Fox Haven. 
Emma:" Hey kit! What's your name?"
The snow fox spoke in a shaky, young male voice.
Aval Lynch:" A-aval. Aval Lynch."
Emma giggled. 
Emma:" Hehe. That sounds like Avalanche!"
Florence:" Now Emma, don't make fun. He's probably been through a lot."
Aval:" I-it's okay. Wh-where am I?"
Emma:" You're in Fox Haven. Probably the most booooring place in the world. Nothing ever happens here."
Florence:" Some might say that's a good thing."
Emma:" Well I say it's booooring. But you're from outside, aren't you? You're probably not boring! What's it like? Are there scary monsters out there? Do you ever find cool treasures?"
Florence:" Calm down, Emilia. Let's not overwhelm the poor thing before he can get his bearings."
Emma:" I'm Emilia by the way. Emilia Lance! But you can call me Emma."
They were just reaching the house, a small wooden shack somewhere in the middle of the forest. Florence was unlocking the door as they continued their conversation.
Aval:" I-it's nice to m-meet you, Emma. I-is it nice here?"
Emma:" I guess. But whatever you do, try to avoid Buster. He's a real brute! A big meanie head! He pulled on my head hairs once!"
Once they got inside, Terran felt a warmth wash over him. A fireplace was lit in the living room. It unnerved him a little after seeing his home in flames. But he was too tired to really think about it. All the furniture in the room was either wooden, or cushiony. From the ceiling, hung tiny bulb-like plants that would have illuminated the room, if not for the fireplace. Florence set Aval on one of the small cushions next to fireplace. It felt... nice. Even though his elemental core was ice, the warmth did not seem to bother him much. The cold never bothered him either, but he felt kind of cozy here. He sighed in relief as he found a comfortable position on the cushion. He looked up when he realized that Florence had asked him if he was hungry.
Aval:" O-oh. Um... I-I am a little hungry."
He looked at the floor, blushing in embarrassment at a total stranger offering him food.
Aval:" I don't want to burden, though."
Emma's father chuckled bashfully.
Florence:" No worries. I'm just finishing with dinner right now. There's plenty for the three of us."
Aval:" Three? What about about your mom, Emma?"
Emma now looked to the ground.
Emma:" I... never met my mom."
Aval felt bad now. He didn't mean to upset anyone.
Aval:" I-I'm sorry."
Florence:" Let's just... not worry about it. You two wait here, and I'll bring the food. Okay?"
Emma:" Okay papa."
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The meal was delicious. Aval never had cooked fire imp meat before. He'd never even seen a fire imp. Emma's father says if enough of them get together, they could set an entire section of the forest on fire. That's why patrols often hunt for them, to keep the fire imp population in check. Occasionally Terran would see an ice imp running around in the snow fox village, but they would swat at him with their spiky tails if he got close. Imps are tiny monsters, that kind of look like mice, usually with an elemental core, which means they're strong with a certain elemental magic.
After dinner, Emma showed him to the guest bedroom. It was a small room, but still big to Aval. Emma was showing him one of her books. It was a book about ancient treasures. Turns out she, like himself, was attracted to shiny things. She was on a page about an old artifact called the life crystal. It was a small green crystal, in the shape of a dewdrop. From the picture in the book, it seemed to glow with radiance.
Emma:" It's said that anyone who finds it, will possess the power of life itself. With it, you can bring life to land, and heal the sick and injured. And it can even destroy darkness itself. But legend says that evil creatures want it, too, for nefarious purposes."
Aval:" Like what?"
Emma:" No idea. But to have the power of life in your paws. That's got to be a LOT of power. Some day, I'm going to set out to find it myself, and make sure it never falls into the hands of evil!"
It seemed like a fortune seeker's fantasy, but Emma seemed pretty confident about her dream. She looked at Aval with twinkle in her eyes. 
Emma:" You'll help, too. Won't you?"
Aval:" Huh? Me?"
Emma:" Yeah! With something like that, we can be the heroes of Mythrolhia! Just think, the two of us, we can do so much good with an artifact like the life crystal. So will you help me get it? Pleeease?"
Aval wasn't sure he could do such a thing. He was just a tiny spirit fox after all. His purpose was supposed to be to help lost spirits settle their unfinished business, according to his mother. His mother also said never to make promises he couldn't keep, and to promise her this was quite a stretch. But Emma looked so passionate about this. Her hopeful smile brightened up the entire room. How could he possibly say no.
Aval:" Emma Lance, I promise you, I'm gonna help you achieve your dream, and make sure that life crystal gets into your paws."
Emma's pounce surprised him. She was so exited, she nearly hugged the life out of him.
Emma:" Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! You have no idea how much this means to me!"
Aval struggled to speak in her ear.
Aval:" Okay, but... I can't do it... if I can't breathe."
Emma released her grip, grinning sheepishly.
Emma:" Hehe. Sorry, I got really excited."
Aval:" That's okay."
He breathed another sigh of relief. They both laughed it off, as if nothing had happened.
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Twenty years later...
A gentle breeze blew through Terran's fur, as he looked from a bluff, towards the horizon. He illusioned his fur with a mostly purple palette. His blue marks still lay upon his cheeks, and his lower face, belly, forepaws, and the tips of his tails were white. He had three tails by now, and was clad in a dark purple cloak, and a brown scarf that looked like a worm with one eye, and two small mandibles. The eye wandered occasionally, as if scanning it's surroundings. Terran traveled light, but had several pockets in his cloak for anything he may pick up.
Terran Lynch:" A beautiful sight it is out here. Wish you could see it, Emma. But you have your responsibilities, and I have my promise to keep to you. I'll see you when its all over, sis."
A second fox, Glowflower, came up behind him, a little shy, but also sort of excited expression on her face. She had a whitish-tan fur coat, with orange markings on her head and her hips in the shape of large weeds, as well as an orange heart-shaped marking on her chest with an upside down bright green heart inside of it. She had orange sock paws, and green ear tips, as well as two tails with green tips. She also had teal eyes.
Glowflower:" It does look really pretty up here. D-do you think we'll be able to see everything?"
Terran grinned.
Terran:" It's worth a shot, right? Come on, let's go!"
And with that, Terran and Glow made the leap, and continued on their journey. 
To be continued...