The Trickster Project

Are you sure this is destiny?

Large leaps have been taken by humanity every century. From creating languages, to viewing sights beyond the boundaries of our planet. But as of the past 500 hundred years, it seems a much larger leap for mankind has been made: The discovery of magic and the true potency of "make-believe." For the past few centuries, while at first shrugged off as the works of fiction, we slowly began to transition into the world of sorcery. Yes, sorcery. As in casting spells, and so on, and so forth. However, with the discovery of magic powers, there's also been more terrifying discoveries. With magic being "realized", there has also been a sudden trend of magical creatures, potentially just as dangerous as the magic humans can realize. That's why there's also a heroic union of sorcerers to defend those who can't defend themselves. These people are called Wizards and Witches, for males and females respectively. However, in order to become a wizard, you must obtain a key item in your life of sorcery. That item is called an Arcana. In this current day, it is almost everyone's dream to become partake in the advanced world of magic. Even children. Especially children. But, as it turns out, not everyone has great fortune on their side... It's kind of ironic.

The scene is set. A spacious yellow room, with a table and several cards arranged on it, with 3 people sitting. An overly excited boy, with black hair and eyes, his mother, who looked almost identical, and a fortune teller, an elderly looking woman in a robe.

Boy-in-blue: "OOOOOOOH WHICH CARD AM I GONNA GET??? WHICHCARDAMIGONNAGRTWHICHCARDAMIGONNAGETWHICHCARDAMIGONNAGETWHICHCARD"

Soft-voiced mother: "My goodness, he's been vibrating like this ever since I told him last week. Ms. Fortuna, I'm sorry to make this a bit quick but... Could you make this a bit quick? He'll start running around the entire building if this goes on any longer. Trust me, I've seen it. It's not fun to clean up."

Boy-in-blue: "I wanna get The World! Am I gonna get The World?! I hope I get The World! That'd be awesome!"

Soft-voiced mother: "Sweety, I don't know what you'll get. Anything can happen."

Fortuna: "Do not fret, little one. Whatever arcana you are born of was destined to be yours! It is not something of random chance. Now... Be absolutely silent and still for me..."

The room grew eerily quiet and as the lights in the room dimmed, it felt as if they were no longer in the room, and now in a realm existent only in the sea of their soul. The blank card on the table glows brilliant and begins to float. The boy contained his excitement to the best of his ability, all to watch that card show his fate, and those magic words come out of the fortune-teller's mouth. 'Impressive! It seems The Sun is your fate!' 'C-Could it be? ...The World!'

Fortuna: "To decide the youngling's fate--Show yourself!... Oh?... Oh, dear!..."

His face grew even brighter at the sound of that. He squirmed in excitement, ready to see what it was... Through the darkness of the void they were in, someone approached the boy. He couldn't quite make out his face... It was too dark. But their eyes were glowing blue. Without greeting, they held their hand out to the boy, seemingly asking for a handshake. A hint of fear wrapped around the boys body, but he was so excited, he couldn't care any less. He shook the figure's hand, as a blinding light overtook the both of them...

Fortuna: "Young man... You are born of... The Fool Arcana!"

The card falls to the table, as well as the young fool's jaw.

Soft-voiced mother: "Oh... Um..."

Boy: "The... The Fool?"

Fortuna: "That is correct, youngling."

The boy picked up the card and looked underneath. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Boy: "Y-You're sure this is mine? Are you sure you're sure?"