This is what the spell post was for. It's a Wizard101 fanfiction I work on when my books stress me out too much.
This is a very, very, very rough draft. This story isn't my priority - that being my original stories - so I haven't spent a whole lot of time on it. My writing is normally better than this. :P
Jeremy ThunderTalon (POV character)
AKA my wizards o_o
“Do you have any–”
Jordan scowled. “Why am I losing?”
“Because you’re you,” Jeremy replied without looking up from his cards. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and added, “And I happen to be fairly skilled when it comes to card games.”
Glancing up, he said, “Which is also probably why I’m better than you at dueling.”
Jordan rolled her eyes. “I’m great at dueling. What are you talking about?”
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
(I skip around when I write, so this happens a little later.)
“Come to my office at once, my student!” Professor Balestrom’s voice said. As usual, he was yelling, as he did not have an inside voice, but this time, he didn’t sound ecstatic. He sounded . . . worried. And usually he elaborated on why he was summoning Jeremy. Something wasn’t right.
“I’ll be back later,” he told Jordan and Talon. “Professor Balestrom wants to see me.”
“What did you do?” Talon called after him.
Jeremy didn’t reply, willing the Snowhoppers to run faster. He steered them towards the Spiral Door and chose the key for Wizard City. On the other side of the door, he was in Ravenwood, at the heart of the World Tree. Quickly he exited the tree and went the short distance to the School of Storm.
Upon entering the school, he noticed that Halston Balestrom, who usually stood on his desk, was gone. He searched the entire room and found no sign of the well-dressed frog. Except . . . there. By the window. In the shadows. Was that . . .
He was holding Halston’s famous top hat.
Inside the hat was what appeared to be a ransom note, written in Celestian text. Jeremy couldn’t read Celestian text, but he knew someone who could. Back to the World Tree, back through the Spiral Door, and this time he was in Celestia Base Camp. Stormriven, where was Stormriven?
He switched mounts, equipping his Crystal Unicorn, and hurried towards the entrance.
“Astros,” he said, “can you translate this?”
“Of course,” the Celestian Remnant replied, taking the ransom note. He cleared his throat and was about to read it aloud when an arctic chill sliced through the waters of Stormriven Hall. The enemies all around stopped moving, as though frozen in time. Jeremy and Astros found that they too were immobilized. They could not move, breathe, nor speak. But, as it turned out, they could hear.
An eerie, cold, echoing voice began to speak, chilling and desolate as an eternal winter. It originated from the supernatural presence that had dominated the Hall, and every word it spoke would chill Jeremy’s soul for years to come.
“Young wizard . . . a pleasure to meet you at last,” it whispered. “I have heard tales of your valor, even in this distant place of darkness . . . I hear all. I see all. I am all. Yes, my child . . . I am a glitch, something they have tried to eradicate from this Spiral, yes . . . But I have hidden in this place of darkness, and they have not destroyed me. They can never destroy me, nor can you . . . I am a glitch . . . and the Spiral . . . the Spiral is mine. Mine . . . mine . . .”
A callous laugh
Alternate first encounter of Glitch:
“Flee and come back!” Angel yelled over the chaos of the critical, Stormbladed, Elemental Bladed, Supercharged, Galvanic Fielded, enchanted Catalan spell. “I’ll hold them!”
Jeremy saw the conjurer – with less than ten percent of his health remaining after the Catalan hit him – cast an enchanted Mythblade before he teleported away, Aquila’s combat theme fading into nothing. He expected to see the Garden of Hesperides, or perhaps the Commons. But he saw nothing, and his world remained in darkness, darker than the dungeon he had just left.
That was strange.
He took a step forward, only to find that he in fact could not. Movement was impossible, and he realized he could not blink or breathe. Someone must have stopped him in the middle of teleporting, but that was impossible. Who was powerful enough to tamper with a teleportation device from so far away? Hyperion certainly wasn’t, and it definitely hadn’t been Robert, so it had to be someone outside the dungeon. That narrowed it down quite a bit, leaving, what, only everyone else in the Spiral?
He ran the names of all the villains he knew through his mind.
Skurkis Screaming Moon.
None of them were strong enough. Not even Malistaire Drake, Master of Death, nor Morganthe, the Shadow Queen. Someone else must have done this.
That’s when he heard it. A laugh, crueler than any a laugh he had ever heard in his life.
“Young wizard . . . a pleasure to meet you at last,” a cold, echoing voice said, frozen as winter.
Jeremy could not speak, but the voice answered all of his questions.
“Yes, my child, I am what you might call a bug,” it whispered. “A glitch . . . something they’ve tried to get rid of, yes . . . But I have hidden in this place of darkness, and they have not destroyed me. They can never destroy me . . .”