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I have written everything. I've got fan fiction, purely original fiction, combinations of the two, romance, adventure, sci-fi, gore--you name it, I have it. I also have crappy drawings, if you're interested. XD Welcome to the gallery of a true Leuchovius.


These are my favourites. I liked them, and so will you.


Sombralicious by Ruf1oh-Horuss

I appreciate the idea that you're giving off, man. It's kind of confident, and strong, especially when the character says, "Ain't no ot...


Pikachu lay in a forest with his two little brothers, both of which were Pichus. The two younger children were wrestling around with each other, playfully, while Pikachu grabbed an oran berry from their pile and watched. Along with him, stood Hitmonchan, who watched the battle of the two Pichus and acted as the referee.

Though, the Hitmonchan was also the guardian of these three siblings. They had to move out and migrate to another nest, since the home they previously had was actually short on their food supply. There wasn't enough to share among five people: Papa Raichu, Mama Wigglytuff, Pikachu and the two little Pichu brothers. So they were forced to send them away. Thankfully, their neighbor, Hitmonchan, promised that he would take care of them, and act as their parental guardian while their real parents tried to survive on their own.

Pikachu's plan was to get the food--of which they had mountains--and deliver it to their parents, who obviously needed them more. But only when the two Pichu brothers were ready to go back to their family. Right now, they were still making quite the commotion, in their wrestling match.

Hitmonchan watched with amusement as one of the Pichu brothers bit the others' ear, nibbling on it with a gentle aggression. The brother which was bit growled, falling tumbling on the ground, while the biter tumbled with him. They scratched at each other frantically, missing every time.

Pikachu grinned as they fought. It was almost adorable to see them 'getting along.'

Suddenly, loud, cacophonous footsteps rumbled the ground from a distance. A deep, booming voice of a menacing Pokémon merged with them. "Haah... Ree... Ahh... Ma..."

Hitmonchan flinched, before quickly forcing the two Pichu brothers apart from each other, getting in front of them, protectively. One was simply frozen in fear behind him, while the other quickly ran behind his older brother, Pikachu.

A massive, bulking Hariyama appeared from the depths of the trees. It glared at Hitmonchan, as though they had met before. Pikachu stared in fearful bewilderment. Where did this muscly Pokémon come from, how did it know to come here? Were he and Hitmonchan... rivals? Why hadn't Hitmonchan told their family about this in the past? Unless... unless the brave warrior didn't want them to get involved... He was trying to protect them, as always, even before he was a bodyguard.

Hariyama breathed heavily, gazing down at the much smaller, in comparison, Hitmonchan. Hariyama's eyes hungrily, slowly turned to the pile of oran berries behind Pichu and Pikachu. As though Hitmonchan were simply an insignificant pebble--not worth his attention--he began to walk towards the pile of berries.

Hitmonchan, not willing to let Pikachu's parents starve to death, defended the berries, as well as the brothers who stood fearfully in front of them. The Pichu behind Hitmonchan looked up at Hariyama, quaking in fear, his small, frail body seeming to blow in the wind as a breeze brushed dust off of the ground.

Hariyama understood the challenge, and took it. Nothing would stop him from eating. He hadn't had a meal this great in a long time, and with a body as large as his, he needed all the food he could get.

Hitmonchan ran towards Hariyama, and stabbed his fists at the other's massive form, Close Combat obviously being in use. Hariyama, with his large, meaty hands, skillfully blocked each attack. "Ha-ha-ha-ha--" giving a powerful counterattack, he used Focus Punch, thrusting his mighty hand towards the crafty ally. "RE AH MAH!"

Hitmonchan managed to dodge the attack as he twisted out of the way, however, the unsuspecting Pichu behind him was stricken by the full force of Hariyama's attack. The young child was sent hurling through the air, before his body tumbled like a stone on water, skipping on the earth before rolling to a stop. His ears rested like drooping flowers, and his body lay still, motionless.

The other Pichu brother cried out in despair as his brother's defeated form lay in front of him. He desperately tried to run over to help the battered mouse-Pokemon, but Pikachu held him back, fearful that getting any closer to Hariyama would give him incentive to attack.

Hitmonchan, outraged by the damage inflicted to the small, innocent boy, screamed out in blind fury. "Mon... CHAAAAAAN!" He ran towards Hariyama again, using Bulk as he did so, his own muscles intensifying. He, with the force of a mighty, courageous hero, cut his fist through the air, punching at the atrocious giant.

Hariyama, unexpectant of the sudden empowerment, took the full force of the blow. He grunted in pain as he felt Hitmonchan's fist dig into his gut, but the juggernaut simply growled, angered by the pain. Hariyama grabbed Hitmonchan's arm, before he used Sismac Toss to launch his rival in the opposite direction. "YaaaaMA!" When he was launched, the burly foe jumped after him.

Hitmonchan's back crashed into a nearby mountain, stabbing shards of earth into his back. He gasped out in pain, agonized. To make matters worse, Hariyama met his front half with a powerful Focus Punch once again, connecting with his full chest. Dust and dirt exploded all around when the punch landed. For years, Hitmonchan had managed to avoid being beaten by his rival with stealth, never combatting him directly. But since he acted irrationally while under the influence of rage, he had met his demise.

Pikachu cried out in despair at the loss of the only chance he had against this monstrous Pokemon. "Pikapiiiiii!"

From the dust cloud, Hariyama emerged. The monster slowly marched towards Pikachu, as he was the only thing stopping him from getting the berries that he craved so dearly. His feet banged on the ground just as they did when they first heard his presence, and he marched slowly, closer to them. "Ha... Ree... Ah... Ma..."

Pichu fearfully hid behind his older brother, and Pikachu held Pichu protectively, though wasn't any less afraid at the same time. They both trembled, anticipating the death that awaited the both of them.

Pikachu, acting sheerly on fear, did the only thing that he knew would preserve his life, as well as the life of his brother: he ran. On all-four's, Pikachu sprinted away from Hariyama, Pichu falling directly behind him, leaving the other two who had been stricken down with an incredibly heavy heart. The last remaining Pichu brother cried desperately, running directly behind Pikachu.

They bolted into the forest, Pikachu quickly dodging around all trees and obstacles in his path. Pichu struggled to keep up with his brother, nearly losing him several times, but managing to keep in touch. They both heard Hariyama's screams from behind them. Though it was true that his main priority was food, there was something else that had motivated him to finish the job. His burly footsteps could be heard, slamming into the earth below, as though Satan himself were following after them.

Pikachu jumped over a small vine, panting as he darted through the forest. But directly after he did so, he heard his younger brother scream. "Pichu!"

Pikachu turned around to see that the little one had been caught on the vine. "Pika!" Tears welled in Pikachu's eyes, his heart pounding as he began to run to his rescue. "Pika-pi!"

But he was put to an immediate halt when he saw the titan of a Pokemon burst from the vegetation behind them. He loomed above Pichu, who wriggled desperately in the vine, trying to get out with all his might. "Pichu!" The little brother, terrified, looked into the eyes of his older brother, the only one who could save him. "Piiichuuu!" Out of fear, the poor, trapped Pichu began to cry.

This induced Pikachu's own tears to pour down even harder. What made it even worse was the fact that Pikachu knew that there was nothing he could do to save his little brother. After looking him in the eye, Pikachu told his brother one last thing through a silent gaze: "I'm so sorry..."

With no time to save his brother, Pikachu ran away once again, as fast as he could, weeping. He heard his little brother cry out behind him. "Pichu! Pichuuuuu-!" it was cut off by a powerful blast, an explosive thud as another Focus Punch connected.


Pikachu only wept harder as he fled, his vision blurred by the tears. He forced himself to accurately dodge through plants, tree-trunks, dart under roots of trees which had gone above the ground, and rapidly sprint through the forest.

Hariyama had no need for such coordination. When he met with an obstacle, he simply slammed gargantuan, gloved palm against it, shoving it aside, whether it was a tree or other sort of plant. The juggernaut chased after the small, yellow creature, as he was his last target.

Pikachu was darting about so quickly, however, that the large antagonist found it difficult to keep his eyes on him, especially when he was creating extra chaos by knocking things over. Hariyama growled, angrily grabbing a tree and using Seismic Toss to throw it directly at Pikachu, hoping that it would smash that small, last remaining brother.

Pikachu, shifty as ever, dodged the tree trunk, and with that, used it to cover his whereabouts, out of the vision of the mighty Hariyama. The beast of a Pokemon shouted once again as Pikachu finally escaped from the forest. In the distance, the yellow hero saw a cave--the perfect hiding place. Pikachu zoomed inside of it, without hesitation, and pressed his back against the wall, panting, terrified. He closed his eyes shut tight, hoping that Hariyama wouldn't find him in the dark.

Hariyama broke through the tree-trunk that he had thrown into place, bursting out of the forest just behind Pikachu. "HARIYAMAAAA!"

Suddenly, he noticed: Pikachu had... vanished. "...Ah...?" Hariyama looked around the area, unable to locate the little creature. "Ama...?"

Pikachu, eyes still closed shut, flinched as he heard the massive footsteps of Hariyama get closer, and closer to the cave. How had Hariyama found out where he was hiding? Pikachu tried to hold back his whimpers out terror, as he heard Hariyama just in front of the cave-entrance.

"Ya? Ha?" Hariyama looked directly into the cave, not spotting Pikachu. "Ama..." He slowly began to turn away, bulldozing in the opposite direction: into the forest, from whence they came. "Har... i... ya... ma..." The meaty Pokemon had his own mission to fulfill: get the berries. He wasn't going to sit here and waste time trying to find one puny little Pikachu, who wouldn't dare fight against him.

Pikachu felt a wave of relief swell over him. At last, he was safe... An image of his brother, beaten, bloodied and hung by the vine he was tangled in by a tree, flashed into his mind. He was safe. But at what cost? He thought of the other Pichu, who had been mercilessly stricken by Hariyama in Hitmonchan's place.

Pikachu looked down, gritting his teeth as tears dripped down, staining the stone surface beneath. "Pika..."

He let out a long-lasting, soft, defeated wail as he mourned the loss of his two brothers. How were Papa Raichu and Mama Wigglytuff going to react, when they found out that two of their three sons had...?

Hariyama and Pikachu
Yes, I have been on a roll with coming up with new ideas recently. This whole deviation all started out as a Skype message, and I just figured that it was so damn great that I might as well just make it into a deviation. :D It's really freaking radical. I came up with this idea while coming home from a walk. I was listening to a Pokemon song that was introduced to me by :iconleopardsixteen: , who is a young lady I have nicknamed Quavier, because I just think that that name sounds cool and suits her epic personality. If there's anyone to thank for the fact that this deviation exists, it's her. Show her some love by checking out her gallery for me. I'm sure she'd appreciate that.

If you're interested in the song I was inspired by, here's a link to it:…
Equality by GoWeegie
This is a brand new day of acceptance. At last, all states in America have understood and allowed all forms of love to exist. This is glorious!!! :icongrin-plz:

I was inspired by another artist to make this deviation, which took me literally a couple of seconds to piece together. Here is her deviation, you can credit her for my inspiration.

Other artist:…

Holy shit, she's an amazing drawer compared to me. Check her out a bit!
The Fate of The World... by GoWeegie
The Fate of The World...
I came up with this idea while playing Dragon Ball Z: Xenoverse. There was this powerful sage who told me that the fate of the world was in only my hands... And this was my reaction.
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(Contains: strong language)

            Vita, a stone golem and homunculus of three different entities--Varren being his father, Megan being his aunt, and Spirit being his long-missed mother--stood with his father and aunt on a beach. Behind them was a forest, trees scattered around with numbers so great that it was impossible to see what was behind it all. The waters stretched out to the ends of the horizon, never ending in itself. A sunset dimly lit the dark waters, and the casual chirping of a bird in the distance could be heard. The wind would blow, and the waves would swish in its direction, letting the air guide it in a dance of nature.


            Megan, the Spirit Maiden of pale skin, with a crimson dress and eyes just as red, grinned warmly at the beautiful scenery. "It's been a long time since the family has gotten together like this, to behold something beautiful..."


            Varren, gentleman in brown with a fedora to match, nodded in agreement. "Indeed..." Though under usual circumstances he was loquacious and never truly seemed to know when or even how to stop talking, his environment was so utterly captivating that even he was left speechless.


            Vita, on the other hand, did not find anything fascinating about this view at all. His body a blank mass, his eyes two blue dots, gazing blankly into the sun, his head slowly drooped to his shoulder. Energy ground against itself within his throat to project sound waves, in the voice of a child. As an entity of stone, it was the only way he could talk. "There's nothing cool about water. I don't know how to swim..."


    Megan turned to Vita. "Perhaps you should try walking around the beach for a while. It's nice and relaxing out here."


    Vita let out a whine. "It's just a bunch of sand." He squatted down, poking the small assemblages of rock and dust that had become sand over time. "I can't even feel any of it, all it does is squish whenever I touch it."


    Megan and Varren, being aware that Vita was created from earth and stone, shared a silent understanding as to why he had a harder time of taking in textures than the average, organic entity. It was amazing that he could feel at all, but most of the time, Vita was absent of texture, unable to feel the gentle warmth of the sunshine or the loving touch of his mother. But sometimes, if he really focused, he claimed to feel certain things, like stone, incredibly hot or cold temperatures, or sometimes even something as simple as a hug.


    Vita began to pace back and forth, standing up from his squatted position. "I want to do something fun," the bored child complained. "Something new!"


    Varren looked behind them, to the sea of forest from whence they came. If something new was what Vita wanted, then perhaps... "Perhaps you could venture off that way. If you want to find something new, make it your mission to explore the depths of the woods and discover new things that nobody else could have imagined possible."


    Megan looked to her brother, her red eyes full of worry. "Varren, what if he gets lost?"


    The twin brother met her gaze evenly with confidence, attempting to dismiss that possibility within Megan's mind. "Since we share the same energy, he should be able to track us down. And if he runs into any trouble, well... he's powerful enough to make even the strongest antagonist look like a complete laughing stock. I'm sure he can manage his own."


    Hesitantly, Megan nodded, giving her reluctant agreement. "Alright..." She turned to her nephew, wiggling her fingers with a small wave. "Goodbye, Vita! Have fun!"


    Varren waved as well, more genuinely, larger, and seemed honestly outgoing. "Farewell! Discover new heights!"


    Vita's disappointment morphed in seconds to excitement and eagerness. Likewise, he wasn't able to control his energy--overflowing with the stuff as he was--to project sounds normally. He sounded like a radio trying to find the right channel as he jumped up and down, clapping excitedly. Odd, strange noises echoed from the blank, blue-dotted mass as he quickly hurried into the woods. He waved his farewells to Varren and Megan, barely managing to make a telligible, one-word sentence: "B-Bye!"


    The stone child skipped through the forest merrily, almost forgetting to control his weight--a process which had become instinctive ages ago, and was quite important when you had the mass of seven mountains in your body, all condensed into a thin, human-sized being. For ages, he had been doing the same things over and over again with Varren and Megan, or with himself. He would play cards with Megan while Varren was away, or he would simply create small, temporary manifestations of energy to fight and destroy for the fun of it, or he would simply talk to Varren and discuss facts of life--facts which were rather boring to him, and didn't much care about while he was still just a boy. Finally, he had the opportunity to do something new, and he would relish in this fact for as long as he could, determined to make this new activity as interesting as possible.


    He skipped around trees, dancing in the forest as he projected a peaceful song. The lyrics to the song were quite simple: one sentence chanted over and over again, while a a xylophone played in the background. "Happiness is my friend, and it will never end!"


    His song played throughout the forest, bringing music and life to this previously mute place. The positivity of his tune seemed to make Mother Nature wear the grin that his empty face could never have. Vita danced merrily, twirling around a tree, before grabbing the tree by both of his hands and casually ripping it out from its roots. As though his godly strength were a toy to play with, he, without effort, tore the tree in half over his head, and tossed one of the halves away without concern for whatever it would hit. Then, pretending like the remaining half was a person, he began to dance with it, skipping around with it in his arms, before occasionally sliding to a stop to sway with the severed tree-trunk in an almost romantic motion. The sunlight beamed down on his stone body as he held the dead plants in his arms, dipping it down. The music changed in its lighthearted atmosphere to something out of a cheesy romantic comedy. Elvis's voice was generated from Vita. "Ohhh, mama."


    Quietly, amidst his background music, there was a rumbling in the distance. Vita caught notice of this unexpected noise, and slowly died the music to nothingness. With a ghostly reverberation, he asked to nobody in the voice of the child that he was at his core: "What's that...?"


    He dropped the tree carelessly, and stepped over the inanimate object. The earthen homunculus followed what he thought was the source of the sound, his sense of hearing being incredibly detailed in contrast to his sense of touch. From far away, he saw what looked like a strange, smoking lump in the ground from beyond the trees. Groaning in frustration, he clenched his fist. "Move!" he shouted, angrily punching one of the trees out of the way. The tree flew from the ground immediately, dragged from its roots to topple over sideways while still midair, crashing into and knocking over several other trees that once stood in Vita's path.


    Now that there were effectively no trees which dared to stand in front of his path, it had been made clear what the smoking lump in the ground was: a volcano.


    When his two blue, glowing dots for eyes fell upon the volcano, every emotion within his psyche came to a stop. In its place, memories of his mother came rushing back. Spirit, Varren's loving wife, used to live in a volcano that was quite similar to this. He hadn't seen Spirit in a very long time; sadness began to flow in the earthen child's mind as the emotions reintroduced themselves. Attempting to overcome the negativity, he shook his head as though his feelings had turned into sticky goop plastered to his cranium. Thankfully, he managed to shake it off before they could get too intense.


    With that same, slightly eerie tone in his voice, Vita spoke to himself, "This will be a nice to place to stay when I'm feeling lonely. Also if I need to be left alone."


    He walked towards the volcano for a while, before he used his monstrous strength, combined with his constantly active levitation spell, to rapidly ascend high into the air, easily lifting several mountains' worth of weight high above the ground. Vita, midair, used his magical spell to bolt himself towards the volcano. To prevent himself from destroying any of the land in front of it, he came to a complete stop just before his feet touched the ground, causing the air to ripple underneath the human-sized bullet's insane amounts of energy that had been so immediately halted.


    Vita stared into the depths of the volcano, which actually had an opening: a cave. If he could smile, he would have been beaming so wide. Excitement coursed through him once again, and likewise, his self-control was being altered dramatically. The ocean of power within him acted as static, twitching all about his person. Again, instead of talking to himself with words, incomprehensible voices from what could be a radio show played at ridiculously fast speeds, overlapping each other, the occasional sound of a glitching video interfering with the already chaotic cacophony that was his elation. He, still making those noises, wandered into the cave-entrance of the volcanic reminder of his mother.


    What he saw made everything come to a halt: a small pond of lava in the middle of the whole place, and a pair of majestic footwear at the end of it. It appeared to be atop a pedestal of sorts, but it was hard to tell from this distance.


    But these golden boots were not the only thing that had caught his interest; the lava, too, had a certain touch to it that reminded him of home. But it also made him quite curious. Though it is true that he'd been inside a volcano many times in the past, in order to visit his mother, he had always been told to stay away from the lava for some odd reason. Why? It couldn't possibly do anything bad to him.


    Just as many times as the overpowered child had visited his mother, he had been in fights with incredibly powerful foes. And each time he was in a battle, he had won with little effort. Robotic enemies, fleshy enemies, elemental creatures, heroes, villains, anti-heroes alike--everyone who had dared to challenge Vita had fallen before him. How badly could lava hurt him if nobody else could beat him in a fight?


    Vita walked over to the edge of the solid ground, looking down at the glowing lava below. In the voice of a grown man with an English accent, the golem homunculus taunted the element. "You want to battle, bat? Bring it, then!" He slowly bent down, and, without hesitation, dipped a few of his fingers into the lava.


    He stared blankly as it poured through the cracks in his fingers. It was exactly like the boring water that he saw at the beach with Megan and Varren... except there was one thing that was separated it from normal H20. "It's warm..." he said, with a child's voice again. His sense of touch, dull as it may have been, had detected the incredible hot temperatures, and classified it as simply warm. Only suitable for something that looked pretty and glowed. The stone golem pulled his hand out of the lava, and used his finger to draw a smile on his empty, black face with the lava, his two dots glowing with a mild sense of accomplishment. "So this is what I would look like if I could smile. It's sad that I don't have a mirror... But it's always nice to imagine."


    The poorly-drawn smile began to drip down his face, the lava becoming unbalanced, but he didn't seem to notice. He was losing his sense of touch again.


    He looked over at the golden boots in the distance, as though he'd almost forgotten about them entirely. Vita's eyes stared at the artifacts, bewildered by the beauty of their glistening in the lighting of the all-encompassing lava. "I wonder what those are for... They look all fancy, and pretty."


    With no sense of danger, as always, the boy simply jumped over the large pool of fiery liquids. Though, out of habit, he delicately landed on the ground, his feet contacting the surface as elegantly as a ballerina in mid-dance. Vita noticed, up close, that the golden boots had several lines engraved into it, swirling at the heel of the footwear. It was the symbol for wind. Vita's drawn smile had melted into a mass of lava on the lower-half of his face, dripping down his chin. But, despite it's dire circumstances, the child still felt the emotions of a smile in his heart. "Does that mean that you can run like the wind? Cool!"


    Eagerly, Vita's hand tore through the glass barrier around the boots, and grabbed the artifact itself. Carelessly, he threw it on the ground to begin to put them on. However, when they made their impact on the unstable surface, the ground cracked hugely, nearly, and the lava around the young golem boiled angrily. Once again, Vita had no sense of danger. Simply ignoring it, he literally hopped into the pair of golden boots. Were his feet actually hands, one could say that it fit like a glove.


    Vita clapped happily. "Fashion!" he exclaimed.


    Before he could break into another burst of unintelligible utterances, his black ankles began to glow a golden colour. Vita, surprised, looked down at his feet. "What...?"


    The gold quickly spread all throughout his body, overlapping every single inch of him, recolouring his black form into a golden one, but leaving his green arm the way it was. Fear pulsated through the child as he gazed down at his new self. At last, the danger of the situation had kicked in. He was surrounded by lava, and now this happened. To make matters worse, the boy was paralyzed, helpless to whatever threats the environment should offer.


    "Why can't I move?" The now-golden Vita asked out of desperation, struggling to at least twitch a finger.


    The shoes beneath him unexpectedly provided him with an answer. "Don't act so scared, kid!"


    Startled, the juggernaut of a child he was unintentionally released its wrath. Green waves of power blasted from all over his body, blue striking above his head like lightning, blackness piercing through the walls of the inner volcano. Vita screeched out a deafening wail, his energy going completely haywire.


    With all the destruction happening inside the volcanic death pit, the lava stirred angrily. "Ah, crap," said the golden boots. "Come on, let's get out of here before this place blows!"


    Unable to control his body, Vita was forced to flee from the environment, the energy that had once gone out of control suddenly getting snuffed out like a quick flame upon the disturbance of his movement. The golden boots forced Vita to jump into the air, drawing back his mighty fist and slamming it into the searing earth that was the edge of the volcano. A hole in the wall burst from the container of lava and death, and through it, Vita flew, before landing on the ground.


    Just as he couldn't control his physical form, it was nearly impossible for Vita to control his energy, either. Thus, he could not fly with powerful levitation spells as he had once been able to. If he released any energy at all, it would surely come out in powerful, uncontrolled bursts induced by fear.


    The boy looked behind him under the will of the boots to see that a hurricane of heated death and lava was hurling after him. He screamed out of fear once again, panic racing through him.


    "Holy fuck!" exclaimed the boots, before they forced Vita to run as fast as he could. Thankfully for Vita, that was just fast enough to avoid immediate demise the volcanic tsunami behind them.


    The boy ran wildly, screaming. A boulder that had been spouted up within the mass of the explosion fell towards Vita, but the boots noticed, and just barely he dodged. Still, he screamed out of fear as it broke into pieces around him. The boots, less afraid, grabbed a hold of one of the pieces of the exploded boulder and used it as a mildly helpful surfboard, sliding across the earth at the same speed they ran earlier. Vita stumbled on top of the poorly constructed surfboard, arms flailing as he tried to catch his balance. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Static burst from Vita's voice as he desperately tried to control his energy to speak. "Let me off of this thing!" cried the child.


    "No way!" replied the boots, laughing as it used a rock slanted upwards as a small ramp to soar into the sky, twirling around branches from still-living trees that had not been touched by the hot death behind them, dodging around other trunks and obstacles in their way when it landed. "This is way too cool for me to give up!"


    Just like that, the stone broke underneath Vita's weight, sending the golem tumbling through the air.


    "Oh, boy," the boots said. "Hold on!" He, in midair, quickly grabbed at the ground for a brief moment so he could land his two feet onto some solid surface, before continuing the run just as fast as ever. "There we go, still got this! Now where are we going?"


    Vita noticed that they were getting to the edge of the forest, where the beach had once been with Varren and Megan. "Oh, no..." As loudly as he could signal out with his energy, he screamed, "Varren! Megan! Look ouuuut!"


    Varren, from the other side of the forest, recognized Vita's voice immediately. "What the devil...?" The father figure of Vita turned from his peaceful examinations to look into the forest. It came across to him as completely unexpected when, in the distance, he saw Vita being chased by a gargantuan wall of lava. Though somehow, he still wasn't surprised. Rather than being fearful or shocked, the frustrated father simply smacked his face with his palm, letting out a sigh of mild disappointment. "I leave you for minutes, Vita. Minutes, and this is what..." He slowly inhales, gathering himself. Looking over his shoulder, he looks at Megan.


    The Spirit Maiden had a surprisingly satisfied look on her face, arms folded. "I told you we shouldn't have left him alone."


    "You did not," Varren retorted. "You merely advised against it." The father waved the subject off. "Come with me, we must settle this issue together."


    The brown-suited man held out both of his hands, and closed his eyes. Though chaos wreaked out of the lava and the fear within Vita's heart, he could still feel the life energy of the earth below. Everything is alive, thought he. Everything has a heartbeat. If I can synchronize my energy into the rhythm of life, then maybe... Varren opened his eyes, the earth in front of him rising from below, forming a massive wall to keep the destruction as contained as possible, preventing it from demolishing anything more than it already had.


    Vita, trembling with fear despite the control the boots had over his form, grabbed hold of the wall that was made. He desperately tried to crawl up the flat surface, scratching desperately, but sliding down like a cat against glass. "Someone help me get up! I can't do it!"


    "You can jump!" Varren called from the other side. "I know you can! I have confidence in you!"


    "He can jump?" Megan asked, completely outraged by Varren's words.


    "I wouldn't tell him he could if he was incapable of the act," retorted her brother.


    Vita, on the other side of the wall, was in such a state of fear that the control of the boots meant nothing to him anymore. He found his own voice amongst the sea of chaos and lept over the wall that seemed only seconds ago to touch the skies. The heavy child landed next to Varren and Megan, still aglow with a golden color.


    He turned to Megan out of desperation, the one who would usually show him kindness and make all the bad things in his mind go away with a lullaby. "Help me! Please, I'm scared!"


    Before Megan could respond, the golden boots regained control of Vita's body. "Shut up, kid! All that fun and you're scared? I'll give them something to be afraid of!"


    "No, don't! I don't want to hurt them!" Vita, his voice overlapped with higher and lower pitches, began to weep.


    He unwillingly swung his fist at Megan, who dodged, without any intent of fighting back. She couldn't bring herself to hurt this precious child, even if he was assaulting her. Tears of her own formed within Megan's eyes. “We don’t want to hurt you, either!”


    Varren, holding his emotions together, looked down at the boots that Vita wore, and then at the colour of the stone child’s ‘skin.’ They had to be related. Putting two and two together, it was easy for him to come to a solution. “These boots somehow have a mind of their own, and have possessed Vita’s body, but not his mind, when he put them on.”


    Megan continued to dodge Vita’s attacks, unable to do anything else. “These boots are alive?” she asked, wiping away the tears.


    As the golem clumsily punched at Megan, the boots shouted, “Damn straight! Now hold still so I can bash your skull in, for Christ’s sake!”


    Megan, dodging backwards from another fist which would have connected with her face, had tripped over a small root that had reached halfway out of the ground. The boots used this opportunity, and forced Vita to throw another punch at her throat.


    Vita angrily growled through his sadness, fear and desperation. It quickly transformed into absolute hatred  for the element that had taken over his body, and temporarily regained control of his arm, forcing it still to avoid hurting his aunt. “I won’t let you do that!”


    Varren saw the opportunity, having come up with a strategy in the midst of their dialogue. “Megan! Hold him down!”


    Putting faith in her brother since he had a long history of strategy under his belt, the Spirit Maiden did as she was told and tackled Vita to the ground, coating herself in a thin outline of Light Magic. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, grabbing hold of either of Vita’s wrists, to avoid the risk of him punching her.


    The golden boots laughed at Megan’s apology, unknowing of the fact that Varren was running to the scene. “Hah! Have you forgotten that I’m the strongest fucking thing in this domain! I could tear your arms clean off right now if I wa--”


    They were put to an abrupt silence as Varren grabbed either of the golden boots from Vita’s feet, and pulled on them. Suddenly, a wave of negative energy burst from in between Vita’s ankles and the actual boots, surrounding the three of them in black fires instantly. The outline of Light Magic around Megan spread, growing to defend Vita from its fearful wrath. The child held onto Megan and hid into her shoulder, screaming in fear. The darkness howled back in rage of being separated from the ultimate power source that had been its only second ago. It screamed and hollered loudly in the ears of Varren, but he, the father of Vita, would not simply stand by and allow anyone or anything to scare his boy. Likewise, Varren wouldn’t let anything stab fear into his own heart. He ripped the accursed footwear out of the strange magnetism that had bound it to Vita’s feet, holding them high in the air. When they were out of range, the negative energy around them abruptly swirled back into the boots, and ceased to wail out in fury any longer.


    Varren was out of breath, and he stared at Vita, amazed by what he had just done.


    Megan’s barrier faded when she realized that all was safe once again. Vita, who was trembling, unbelievably afraid, still held onto Megan for comfort. The Spirit Maiden felt pain for her nephew, and rocked him back and forth in her arms, running her hand down Vita’s smooth, stone back. “You poor thing...” Megan whispered, before kissing Vita’s forehead, beginning to sing a soft lullaby.


    While Vita was being comforted by his aunt, Varren stared at the golden boots curiously. What in God’s name were these things...? He looked to Vita, who was still being held in Megan’s arms, and called him in a voice nearly as gentle as Megan’s, “Vita...”


    The frightened child slowly turned to look at Varren, his blue-dots for eyes staring at him, coated with dread.


    “Where did you get these boots?”


    Vita hid into Megan’s shoulder again. The ghostly reverberation was more noticeable than usual, and his voice alternated between genders and ages. “Please don’t--” woman’s voice, “--be--” child’s voice, “--angry at me.”


    Varren calmly approached Vita, and knelt down in front of the two of them, placing a hand on his child’s shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you... I wouldn’t be cross with you when you’re like this, nor would I be cross with anyone else. Hurting someone while they’re in their state of need is simply cruel and wrong... I’m merely asking a question...”


    The boy stuttered, static going off momentarily, attempting to regain his focus. “A-A-A volcano.”


    Varren looked at the shoes, and tilted his head, scanning them in his mind. “What on earth... would a pair of shoes be doing in a volcano? Probably to lure people in as bait of sorts... It’s a classic trick, really. Give someone an obstacle and have a reward at the end--grab the reward and find out that the whole thing was a booby trap. I’m assuming that’s what caused the explosion of the volcano and your possession, is that right, Vita?”


    Gathering himself within the comfort of the Spirit Maiden, though still shaken, Vita turned to his father and said, “No. It didn’t cause the huge explosion; I-I did that because I got scared. But it did possess me... I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry for all that I’ve done to you, and to this forest...”


    Varren patted Vita’s head, smiling at him reassuringly. “Relax,” said the hatted father. “Nobody was hurt. You’re okay... You haven’t done anything wrong. Besides, I can control the environment anyway, I’ll simply conjure a replica of our previous abode to give us another one. It’ll be as simple as that.”


    He looked at the boots in his other hand, growing rather curious once again as his mind searched for answers. “Hmm...”


    Megan looked at the boots as well, her red eyes coated in concern and timidity. “What should we do with them?”


    “Burn them!” Vita shouted. “Burn them in the lava on the other side! They’re evil!”


    “No,” Varren replied calmly, his voice serious and thoughtful. “I have many questions swirling around in my brain at the moment, and only these boots hold the answers. Until I figure out everything, we’ll keep them as our own.”


    Before anyone could interject, Varren began to pace back and forth, one hand behind his back, while the other dangled the pair of boots in front of his face. “Question number one: who created them? Obviously someone incredibly skilled with the art of Black Magic, as obviously demonstrated when it howled in my face. It had loads of it all jam-packed in there, which I think was necessary for it to develop a sense of consciousness. I noticed as much when it was talking to us during the time in which we were combatting it. If someone is that skilled in those demonic arts and happen to be within the area to make these boots possible, then it’s a necessity that we find the answer to this question as soon as possible. I’ll be able to locate the criminal responsible for the construction of these atrocities by tracking down their energy from the energy that resides within these boots. All of that negative power in here will be their downfall...”


    “Number two,” Varren went on, “why the devil would someone want to create something that had the ability to possess others? And why would they be shoes? Alright, we have two pieces of ideas. Shoes, and possession. If my assumption is correct, these shoes were intended to override the consciousness of whoever wore them, and force them to desire to go wherever the creator desired. For what reason they didn’t possess you, Vita, well, that’s an easy answer.” He chuckled, turning to look at his own creation. “You are a powerhouse in yourself, so much that you completely destroyed the full method of possession... but fell victim to the bodily possession.”


    Megan spoke up, “If someone is strong enough to outmatch Vita, even in one category, with only an artifact, then I fear what sort of power the actual magic user possesses on his own.”


“Undoubtedly so,” Varren agreed. “That’s why we must locate this evildoer as soon as we can, so we can vanquish him before he can inflict any further damage upon this land.”


    The intelligent theorizer continued to pace himself, staring at the shoes. “As for why they would want the one who wore these shoes to arrive at their destination, well... I’m uncertain. There are a number of theories that come to mind, but I won’t say anything until I’ve had the confirmation...”


He turned to the two others in the group. “It seems as though we have a mystery to solve.”

Vita and the Golden Boots
Hey, dude. This is just a fun little idea that I came up with while I was going on a walk one time. I just had this cool thought, "What if this happened?" while I was coming home from the dentist. It was pretty fun to write it all out. Let me know what you think!

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I'm not going to lie to you, I kind of saw someone else doing this a couple of days ago. But then I got curious. I was wondering what the big deal was about hosting a Chatzy party, so I decided that I would see if I could... you know, Host one myself, and have a whole bunch of people to talk to at once. It would probably help me practice my socialization skills a little bit, while also surrounding me with hopefully a little familiar faces.

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You see, I'm a very kind person in general. You hate me, I forgive ya. You want to be my friend, you're welcome! You can be my friend if you want. Feeling a wee bit lonely? Heck, I'm here for you. Feel like nobody cares about you? I'm here for you! Feel like you're alone in the world? You guessed it. I'm here for ya. Oh, and, while I'm speaking about myself, I should probably tell you that I belong in the Christian religion. However, I'm a non-judgemental Christian, which is (sadly) a rarity. You come to me, you're accepted, no matter who/what you are. Do you belong in the gay sexuality? I'm here for ya, man. Are you lesbian? I'm here for ya, too! Bisexual? Same! I'm here for any and everybody that's around here in this civilization. So long as you're willing to be a friendly neighbor to me, I'm gonna be there for you to the best of my abilities, heheh.

That's enough about you all! Now it's-a time to tell you something about myself. As you can tell, I'm a rather nice person in general (and arrogant). I have to take my medication in order to write anything legitimate, though. Since you can clearly see that I need my medication to write things, my time in which I devote myself to my literature is relatively short. Therefore... I don't get much done in one sitting, unless I take a thirty milligram dosage--one of the big guys. I don't feel very comfortable in taking such a strong amount of my medication on a daily basis simply for the sake of being able to complete a hobby of mine, but if the times in which I do these sorts of things are quite rare, then there should be little to no problem with that. You see, my medication happens to be a stimulant, but my body reacts differently to most stimulants that you'll find. When I'm introduced to stimulants, I begin to calm down drastically. Then my brain begins to act on a "superhuman" level, releasing my full potential. However, this is merely for a short period of time; I have a lot to do with little time to do it. Since this is the case, if I'm trying to write something really long, it takes me more than one sitting to do it, which, therefore, would mean that it would take more than one days' amount of time. However, if I just want it to be done, or if it's not that important, I'll just slam something together, heheh. Oh, and, about my romantic life, I should probably tell you that, currently, I'm taken by a wonderful lady. I'm not going to brag of how much I love her, or anything like that, rather I'll simply let you have the awareness of the fact that I'm romantically taken, therefore you cannot honestly flirt with me. If you try, I will protest strongly. In all honesty, you wouldn't want to be in a relationship with me anyways. Don't get me wrong, I'm a nice person, it's just... well, there's only a select few who can actually manage to tolerate my madness. There's no putting it gently. I'm a batshit crazy basket case. Under this calm and polite personality is a... a goofball, really. Either way though, whether I'm an intellectual gentleman or a "silly little nugget," I can assure you that I'm a friendly guy to hang around. I might be a little strange every now and then, but all of my strangeness is going to be displayed in an innocent and friendly manner, just as I am an innocent and friendly person. Hope you have a nice time talking with me(*cough cough* I also hope you think twice about flirting with me, if it's something you're thinking about. I know that I'm handsome and all, but please, keep your hands to yourself)!

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AnimeEmm Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Professional Artist
Thanks for the fav! :aww:
GoWeegie Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, no problem! Don't worry about it~ I should thank you for the same thing, if I'm honest. It means loads to me! Though, if there's something that I would wish, it's that people would actually comment on my deviations. :iconotlplz: Literally nobody does that any more except for my best friend.
AnimeEmm Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Artist
Heh I know the feeling believe me ^^; 
GoWeegie Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I just now posted a new Pokemon fanfic, if you're interested in reading it. It's a pretty cool idea that I came up with... but by the end of it, I was shouting how terrible it was. You should read it sometime. ;) If you're interested in a few emotions.
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AnimeEmm Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Professional Artist
Thanks for the watch! Aww much appreciated!
You are more then welcome to check out more of my works in my Gallery!
GoWeegie Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, no problem! IT SHALL BE DONE.
AnimeEmm Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Artist
YUSH ovo
RosaPretty Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015
Happy birthday!!
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Happy birthday :iconhixplz:
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