Sorceror's Apprentice: Prologue

[Dr. McNinja]

This is not the world you know…

When Ogong opened his eyes, he was falling at terminal velocity.

Wind assaulted his face as he tumbled towards the ground, his hood flapping behind him. His tail, which had previously been streaming behind him, tightened in fear as Ogong fully comprehended the situation.

“GAAAHHHHHHHHHHH”

His hollering was interrupted by a loud splash. He found himself underwater, blowing large bubbles as his lungs, which had yet to be notified of their location, attempted to breathe. Ogong looked up at the sun streaming through the surface. He hadn’t fallen that far. Ogong started paddling towards the surface, cheeks puffed in an attempt to hold more air.

When he broke through the water’s surface, Ogong gasped and choked, trying to clear his nostrils of water. He rubbed his eyes, taking in his environment. He was trying to remember something vaguely important. To his right, a large slab of crimson granite inscribed with-

“WHOA WHOA WHOA IS THAT THE-”

Ogong rapidly summoned the character for fire, ready to cast and throw a fireball at the monolith.

But then he gazed at it more carefully. Ah, of course, it couldn’t be the Mystic Thousand-Word Door, the demon seal that, when reconstructed, would release the 108 demon kings that had ravaged the world, driving it into an unending era of chaos and agony. It was too small, and it wasn’t overflowing with the abstract concept of evil.

It was clearly designed to look like it, by whoever made this fountain. He scratched the back of his head. Though why this fountain existed was a mystery. Besides the really weird people wandering around, there was literally nothing but whiteness.

“Who would do something like this?”

When Ogong turned around, a strange figure cloaked in black was watching him.

“HEY!” Ogong hollered, “WHAT’S UP?”

The cloaked figure approached him quickly.

“Quiet,” he murmured, “Prime or Secondary?”

Ogong squinted. “What now?”

“Are you a Prime or Secondary?”

After five seconds of confusion, Ogong shrugged. The hooded figure smirked.

“Wait, are you new here?”

“Eh?”

“Are you new in the-”

Ogong suddenly remembered what he was gonna do.

“THAT WEIRD GUY WITH THE FACE” he shouted, “Where is he? I wanna PUNCH HIM IN THE-”

The cloaked figure pulled a staff from under his cloak and smacked the top of Ogong’s head.

“Ow! What was that-”

The cloaked figure smacked him again. “I said be quiet.”

Ogong rubbed his sore temple, trying to make it hurt less. The hooded figure nodded. “Prime, then. It’s very important that you follow me.”

“Eh?” Ogong hissed, “Why’s that?”

The hooded figure turned his head subtly to the right. There was a gate, looking just like the doors that appeared when Master Barley used the “Door: Moon” spell. Guarding the door were two people wearing white armor and funny-looking helmets. They were holding some sort of black sticks tucked into their elbows.

“Who’re they-”

“Shh!” the cloaked figure snapped, smacking him once more on the head. “Don’t attract their attention.”

The two white-armored people were whispering something to each other, grasping their sticks tensely.

“What, you scared of some stupid-looking people with tiny sticks? My stick’s bigger.”

Ogong summoned Yoe-Pil in his right hand, preparing to strike. The two people pointed their sticks at the monkey chief and the hooded figure.

“No,” the cloaked figure muttered, “Don’t do it.”

“Freeze!” the armored men said.

Rays of color suddenly shot from the sticks. One of them scratched Ogong’s right arm, causing him to cry in pain. It started bleeding, smoke streaming upwards from the new wound.

“What the- but they didn’t- is that magic?”

The cloaked figure grumbled and simply said, “Come to Dalaran. You’ll be safe there.”

With those words, the cloaked figure vanished in a puff of whirling smoke. Before the smoke dissipated, it seemed to blow towards another one of the big doors.

Groaning, Ogong started spinning his staff, blocking as many of the weird-colored fire blasts as possible. Fortunately, the men seemed to have terrible aim. Finally, he managed to crash through the wooden door that the wizard-smoke was billowing towards.

As his tail got fried by another fireblast, Ogong thought he saw a sign labelled “Camelot.” Existence folded into each other and coherence collapsed as Ogong’s body vanished from this realm of existence.