The Mystic Zone [Ghost Vs. Sway (Emile Vs. Stein)]

Only those that are of worth are capable of finding this unique plane, but what of  those that are not worthy, and can one find it by mistake. At last Emile pondered over this as he reached the end of his travels. The youth’s face showered in sweat, his silver locks  over his charmed eyes, and even his garbs showed signs of his extensive journey covered in dirt, sweat, and even the boys own blood, or of things he had encountered. Even so, his  lips parted, and a large smile consumed his face.  He was  excited to what was to come, but he was also shrouded in darkness of what he will uncover .


“Finally!” Exclaimed Emile, his Sapphire irises darting from one place to another examining the luscious green terrain. The amount of different vegetation was enough to blow Emile away. He inhaled forcefully, taking all the clean air he could, and promptly continued to exhale. He began to  laugh softly to himself, as he rubbed the sweat away from his face using the cloth belonging to his sleeve.  He became immobile even taking a step back in order to take everything in, his grin growing and growing by the second. He heard the legends, but to see something this grand was a dream come true. He was worthy, and this was the first step of his quest.


Upon finishing his examination the youth began to briskly walk  forward, as he was not finished, he had a goal, and it was to find his caller.  “Ah, This amazing!  I can’t believe it, I honestly can’t. This hidden within the realm of district one, and I a stranger to the lands was able to find it!” He rambled, unable to contain his excitement to himself.

     “Shut, Up!” A softer, a feminine voice shouted. It belonged to no other but the Child’s  Phasma Dagger, which he kept hidden among his sleeve, His most treasured possession, and closest friend. “Stop acting like a Child, You’re a District Leader, act like one!” the blade continued, but Emile took no notice. His Teacher before him, almost triple his age, was like this as well, enjoying every second of things he had yet to see. Loving every second and admiring the beauty in all  things.

      “Hm, Where is he?” He asked himself, and continued to wander aimlessly.

Upon his initial arrival Emile was short of breath, but his breathing became regular once more, the sweat was wiped away , and even no longer visible in his garbs.  His precious hair was back to his liking, kept above his eyes, and over his soft , fair cheeks. His  pacing slowed, and even his sight set on a single location.  Slowly he was using basic spells to recover, and clean himself up. The blood from before was no longer present in his violet dress shirt, nor upon his jet black pants. His soft lips were no longer wide, but   arced. Spells of any form took concentration, but that wasn’t the only reason for his change of expression, he was still clueless to who had invited him here.

The lovely lush, green terrain held so rarely by others would abruptly be interrupted the the newly arrived male who basked in his own self worth upon realizing the treasure trove he delved into. Truly, the male should have been proud of such an accomplishment for many beings have traveled their entire lives and scoped the five Districts in search of even a minute clue of this rare location only to die wondering if it even truly existed.

From afar, upon a very large tree, hidden behind the majestic oddly colored leaves a shadowy figure lay in wait, hidden from the eyes of even a trained hunter he looked down upon the newly arrived youth. His amethyst eyes pierced through the shadows which enveloped his person, his eyes almost ready to pounce upon the youth, seemingly ready to kill almost without pity. His aura almost lay masked and hidden behind that of the glaring sun's rays which poked through upon the enigmatic terrain; his intentions a complete mystery.

Stepping forward mere inches upon the sturdy branch on which he lay upon, partial parts of his being lay to speculation as the glistening sun lay a minute shine upon him revealing his hooded cloak which shadowed his body and left him a mystery to all those who did not know him. Although not known if male or female it was safe to assume he was a male based on the description seen by his body. It seemed fairly toned, even within the cloaks confines and his stature was that of a fairly tall figure.

Although the hood lay most of his face in mystery, the bottom half lay defeated to the light as the rays showered him with it's penetrating rays. A smirk would soon seem to scour what little was available of his face as his pearly whites took domination of what little was apparent on his face. A sinister intention almost fully seemed to coerce his motives; he slightly lifted his right hand just above his head and swiftly tossed a small sharp-tipped metallic rock, full force which he held in his hand at the youth which lay in the clear open field. This metallic rock seemed to break the sound barrier as it cracked as loud as thunder in the sky and shot with bone crunching speed at the male youth.

"You're actions shall determine your faith, child. Let us see if you can follow your mentors step and dodge that simple attack. If not, well, it seems your attire is suited for that of a dead man. Don't you worry, I'll make your eulogy special," the shadowed figure exclaimed loudly.

Most trained warriors would follow the sound of his voice to locate the man, but the forest offered a form of special feature which enabled the sound to travel around, bouncing from tree to tree in which the sound waves seemed to seemingly dance around everywhere, making a sort of echo which reverberated  back and forth. The male no doubt knew this and used it to seemingly see what the youth was made of; testing him to see if he stood up to his mentors teachings.

The youth’s pacing came an abrupt halt; his body pushing forward, but his feet firmly grounded. His silky locks falling over his sight once more, something was amiss there was a shift of atmosphere, but what could it be that gave rise to goosebumps over the boys body. His lips parted, but before a word could be formed his eyes widened,and ears gave signal of steel piercing through the air itself. Luck would have it he was the target, but he was always on his toes, and his reflexes were as quick as ever. He licked his wrist, sliding and revealing his priceless heirloom: A plain rusty dagger, with a lovely violet wrapping, and crescent guard. His torso, and feet moved on their own, shifting the youth in front of the incoming object, and as it reached inches away; his sword hand jolted, and he swung the blade diagonally. The class between steels released sparks, but it was nothing, the boy’s blade was capable of tossing the object away with ease.

His grip tightened, his eyes narrowed, teeth clenched shut, the boy was angered. Not by the childish attack, but the words of hidden man. His feet began to move once again, this time he was sprinting towards the figure, he could mask his voice, but not the direction the object was throw. He could be wrong, the male could’ve moved, but Emile was quick, and his magic allowed for even quicker movement.

“Emile…” The soft voice whispered. Emile payed no mind to the voice, no he was lost in thought. Whoever tried to harm him knew his master, and not only that he was spoken down too. He detested that, and since his Master’s passing it was all people did. He lived in the shadow of a dead man, and he was looked as just an empty husk of his former mentor, but that wasn’t the only reason why. His age, and position also played part to it. He was only seventeen and was made a ruler only by the former’s final request. Not many would respect a child that wasn’t anywhere near his Mentor’s level, but given absolute power over them. He worked hard to be where he was, and slowly he was gaining his people’s respect, but that wasn’t enough as he still needed the respect of Four Individuals.

Once More Emile paused in his tracks upon arriving at the base of the tree where the man stood. He curved his neck back, his locks clearing his sight, and his sapphire irises locked at the cloaked male. He raises his blade and directs it to his foe as his jaw drops.
“I’m Emile Phasma!” He bellows. “Reveal yourself, and don’t dare make any sudden movements, or I’ll have to take action.” He paused, his tone shifted once more, he had recalled his teachings, and he mustn’t be so rash. “Then again you did just tried to harm district leader, that calls for death, you know.” a light chuckle followed the calm statement. His lips lowered for light frown, and another small sigh escaped the boys soft lips. “What to do, what to do, well Stein, what did you call me for?” He questioned, unmasking the male before him. They had met once before, and though they exchanged very little, he was able to recognize the voice that had taunted him minutes seconds ago.

The shadowed, cloaked figure chuckled softly, quickly exclaiming calmly but still with his almost condescending demeanor, "You've been trained well to be able to instinctively dodge an attack surpassing that of the speed of sound. But to me your title shall soon be rescinded; for out of pity your mentor chose you as the leader of your District, kid. You have still a long way to go to prove to me your worth."

Lifting up his arm he'd slyly smile widely as he reached to his hood, and in what seemed a blink of an eye he removed it, giving way to his face. His amethyst eyes matched the kids eyes as they flared with animosity. The gleaming sun rained down in random sections upon his face, giving way to his youthful visage. An aesthetic hue showcased itself upon the young looking man as he slowly began to speak, "The same can be said to you, though, kid. I'm your elder and superior by nature. You're but a kid who got lucky. Anyway, if you were incapable of dodging that attack you'd be incapable of leading a District."

Stein, being found out looked around the tree filled terrain as he studied his surroundings. Although no stranger to this location he did have to fully analyze possible actions which he must take in case he had to "take care" of the young male in case their was a retaliation. His ideals always stood firm until proven without a doubt, so his views of the kid was that he was thus far an ill tempered child incapable of leading. And for this very reason Stein considered him inadequate.

Prognosticating the youths next action and analyzing his nature to that of a quick tempered youth Stein licked his lips, portraying himself as an insane adversary who legitimately wanted to hurt the young man. He'd let his body dictate a confused pose as he shrugged his shoulders and looked deep into the youth's eyes, staring almost directly into his very being stating, "Funny, I don't even know who you are kid. Don't even know how you know me actually. Guess you're so tepid you're not even memorable, child. Now, isn't it past your bedtime? Your mentor would be severely dissatisfied with such a pathetic response in attack. Actually, I myself am embarrassed by it."

The lush forest gleamed with life as various plant life called the forest their domain. The trees lay mighty as their height seemed to be immeasurable. The tree the two males were on was but a mere baby compared to that of the other ones which seemingly overshadowed it. The shade offered from the rare colored leaves ensured their bodies would not be ravaged by the Suns rays too vivaciously, as random sections of their bodies lay dormant in the shadows.

Stein, stood quiet for a second as he slowly grew excited at the kids bravado for standing up to him in such a bashful manner. He, extending his right arm towards the youth showcasing his gauntlet, and although most lay hidden in the shadowed utopia offered by the leaves, the amethyst color of the gauntlet was apparent as a small section of it was forced into view by the sun. A small gleam also gave way from a blade, one that seemed attached to the gauntlet, directed straight at the young male face. This blade was no doubt a special add-on that the District Leader of District One: Stein ordered unto his gauntlet to allow a reach advantage in battle.

Looking down at the young male he'd chuckle, brushing his parted, jet black hair back with his spare left hand. His cloaked waved sporadically in the wind as a small gust picked up abruptly. Various leaves flew off and danced in the wind as Stein simply looked away to the right. It seemed that in his own way Stein was being disrespectful to the youth even more so, by not taking him serious enough to look him in the eyes, much less look at him at all. He'd slowly tap his right foot gently upon the sturdy branch as his face became enveloped by what appeared to be pure blood lust, "Well? You ready to die kid? Or did your mentor not teach you well enough?"

Although feeling guilty for stating such desecrating facts about a dead close comrade he wished to test the youth and make sure his friend chose wisely in choosing the young man as a prominent leader of District Four. His facial and physical gestures played the role of a madman wishing to fight and encased with insanity, while his emotional state was bitten by his consciousness and his memories of his old friend and his accomplishments. But despite his young appearance Stein himself was an old man, one forced to live a life of eternal youth until the end of his life. Throughout the years he's lost many close comrades, and being so he's been able to masterfully claim hold of his emotions and do what he thinks is best. In this instance the action he deems the best is testing the new leader of District Fours skills as a tactician and warrior, for he knows all too well that life as a District Leader is a difficult one.

A faint muttur came from the dagger once more, but it was lost on the male. His brows lowered, daggers in place of eyes, and his lips parted to show his pearly whites. He was grinding his teeth amongst each other as he tried to calm the trembling that overtook his body. Every word Stein had muttered kept pushing the child to just jump and attack without any hesitation, but he was taught better than that. Stein Mentioned his predecessor, and he wasn’t going to disprove the old man’s judgement.  “Tiff, Stand-by…” His words calm for a man
whose fury was consuming him, but he could not allow his partner to interfere in this battle.

His free hand reached inside his spacious pockets, and out a tiny hat that appeared to be made for small creature.  He flicked his wrist once more, and in an instant the cap was the perfect size for emile, he slowly slipped the item on his head, and his lips tucked to form a sly smirk. This was a symbol of his district, the end was  long and it swayed gently with the air, and  above the rim goggles sat for decor, and not only a symbol but his first gift by his mentor.  His trembling began to subdue, and his baring fangs took shelter once more.

He lowered his head, and with that his Sword-hand as well. “Once more, I’m Emile Phasma, and my his teachings were more than enough.” His irises began to dart around, once more readin the scenery, and carefully planning his next move, but he needed time. “So why fight? He taught me better than that, and conflict won’t solve a thing. If you kill me now you start a war between districts.” He slipped his tool back into his sleeve, placing his hands behind his head, a cheerful grin consuming his face, and with that he began to pace backwards, his eyes not leaving his Elder’s. “Am, I wrong?” He asked smugly.

His right hand grew hold of the cloth of his precious goggles, and with a simple tug the goggles came loose, and the youth placed them within his sight, taking in the silky fabric, the glass lens, and metallic rims. “My move then….” He whispered. He extended his hand and tossed the object in the air, his smirk growing in size. He only had a few seconds to move, and with a single snap of his fingers he was already leaping towards stein’s right. A blurred image of himself where he stood, and a blade extracted along the mirage. It was a simple speed spell that allowed Emile to position himself where he was, his backtracking from prior was to merely create proper distance for its use. “Extend, Tiffany!” He exclaimed, as the blade tripled in size, becoming a short sword with similar features, but  it was a new blade, new cloth, new everything, so of course the blade was sharper and more deadly than ever.
He swung his heirloom diagonally at steins torso, pushing his body forward the best he could, but that wasn’t it. The goggles from beforehand also played a role in his attack, their lens. He had tossed them within the pockets of light that breached the tree’s canopy. Using the lens as a reflector, he used them to reflect the sun-rays at the eternal man’ eyes, and attempt to blind him for a clean execution. Emile was a genius in the battle field, and this measly tactic just needed time, positioning and understanding of physics to perform. Two spells were used, but Emile wasn’t worried, and getting in close was one emile’s favorite things to do.

"Bwahaha!" Stein exclaimed loudly as he saw Emile pop up right In front of him at startling speed. The speed itself was a factor Stein had calculated for, so that didn't truly surprise him. What surprised him was the gusto that the young Emile had for seemingly appearing right in front of him instead of to his left side; the blind side and apparently open area.

He'd continue his almost rhythmic tapping on the sturdy branch until he heard Emile claim his demand onto his weapon. Upon hearing the first word he was prepared for an onslaught of attacks, so he concentrated his strength upon his foot and smacked it down hard upon the branch on which he stood upon. The branch would soon wallow in pain as a cracking sound automatically ensued and filled the sky. The branch soon fell downwards towards the ground below, being dragged like a rag doll by gravity. Stein standing upon the tree, too, fell with it. Stein saw the blade nearing it's razor sharp blade at him as he stared it down surprised at the unexpected enhancement spell that was placed upon it, but playing his poker face nonetheless. Even by being dragged down with the branch, Stein knew he'd have trouble avoiding the attack, so he realized he'd have to block the attack with his gauntlets.

With his calculating eyes he'd stare closely at the incoming blade, readying himself for a defensive maneuver. But upon doing so the goggles the youth carried forced the Suns reflection onto his eyes. He'd soon be ridiculed to the Suns rays which lashed out at him; striking him dead in the eyes, and temporarily blinding him. Being temporarily blinded by the hateful sun which attacked him, and having no choice and mere seconds to react Stein quickly decided to crouch down and apparently hug the tree. It was obvious that Stein avoided Emiles attack by what seemed to be milliseconds as small strands of his hair swam in the sky above him.

" Kids got some potential," he would ponder to himself as he readied his next course of action. Realizing his vision would be impaired for the next few seconds at the least, he would evaluate all possible escape points he could recall upon and the positioning of his foe Emile. Stein would let out a menacing chuckle as a way of enforcing his dominance in the fight, even though it was apparent he had been stuck by the beam of light that the goggles reflected. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but knowing this he'd let out that chuckle as a form of way of saying, "not good enough, kid."

Tilting his mass of a body towards the right he wouldn't halt until his body was staring straight at the lush, plant filled floor below. Still falling and nearing the ground he'd kick his right foot forward and sent the now sturdy branch at the young male.
Puffing up his cheeks Stein would aim straight forward at the young Emile, soon opening his mouth to unleash a stream of seemingly never ending vermilion, wild flames which propelled the branch forth with even more increasing speed. Almost simultaneously Stein prepare his right hand by clench it and casting a fist. Closing his mouth the flames would cease to be, but It became apparent that the attack had not yet come to a halt as he lunged his fist forth and unleashed a roaring wind that shook the leaves and trees around him. The apparent target of the blast of wind was the branch, which got struck and shattered into what seemed an endless bombardment of shrapnel which jousted forth at the youth Emile. Still encased in fire the now blazing large splinters of wood would missile forth at Emile with enough strength to pierce flesh and burn down whatever it touched.

But Stein himself was not left unharmed as he was propelled downwards unto the ground below. Almost instantly he'd use the moment he gain from his wind attack and twist his body in a way that he'd land on his feet. Landing down hard he cracked the floor beneath him as it cried out in horror and sent out a minor "boom" which could be heard ringing throughout the forest as it rode the wind. Smiling he'd rub his eyes still minutely affected by the stray ray which struck his eyes. His visage contorted into that of a madman as his black cloak lay painted in the dirt that jolted out at him as he landed on the ground. Although not hurt from the fall he was feeling what felt like shock waves to him surrounding his feet. No doubt a side effect from landing from such a behemoth of a high tree with nothing but his feet. "Let's see you dodge that you brat!" He yelled up to his opponent with curiosity onto how the young teen would go about evading the attack.

Emile grinned a fierce grin as he watched his foe fall below him, his eyes not loosing connection. Stein was quick to react, and the youth was a mere sitting duck in this situation, but he had already had a way out. The grand stream of flames illuminated the boy, as his eyes burned brightly from the raging inferno. It was such a surreal attack , one would expect the splinters to burn to ash, but no they were deadly if nothing else.

He freed a single hand, and swiftly slammed his palm on the dull end of the blade. He planted the sword firmly in place where Stein once stood. His blade and Magic, were but mere extensions of Emile, and as such he needed no gesture or movement to cast his spells. The sword’s blade once again began to extend, but this time it began to push the youth away from the devastating blow.

He traveled along the blade, his firm grip on both the hilt, and blade, his body moving fluidly alongside the extending blade until his feet touched the soft soil below them, several feet across the ancient demon. His face was was glowing from his perspiration, his grin wider than before. The boy stood almost unscared, but a single Splinter slid across the boys right side. The wound was shallow, and the heat from the flame lucky cauterized it, but this was a scar that would last the boy’s lifetime.

He began to pat his garbs all around, once more cleaning himself up. He wasn’t taking the man serious yet, and as such displayed it with this mere action.

“That was Amazing, but with such a card being played, I learned a lot.”

Emile’s Blade had returned to it’s former size, and quickly he planted the blade in front of himself. He began to unbutton his cuffs, and then proceeded to his sleeves above his elbow. In order to reveal his two other weapons. Two Small gears, with square teeth, that laid above fine quality leather bracelets.

“You fight from afar, and I close, so this is quite the pain. You have an advantage, but I believe I’m more skilled in battle.” Using opposing hands he removed the gears from place. He reached his arms back, and flicked his wrist swiftly, releasing his new tools at the male. The teeth becoming sharper thanks to Emile’s favorite spell. Each gear passed the male on both sides but that was all in the plan, Emile pulled his hands back a bit, pulling a thin steel wire, and the gears began to change direction, aiming for Stein’s shoulders. A light chirping being emitted as the pierced through the air.

“Not done yet, that’s too easy” He pulled the wires carefully, and then retracted the blade from below, and once more the blade took new form. It was no longer a sword, but a spear. The Steel pole wrapped in the violet bandages from before, the head longer than a usual spear. He once again reached his right arm back, and quicker and stronger than before threw his favorite tool at Stein. The weapon spinning rapidly aiming for the Undead’s torso, the added spin making the spear deadlier than normal.
“Why don’t you dodge my Projectile, and allow me to see if your worthy of your title, Old Fart” Emile muttered under his breath.