Reverse 1999 Fanfiction : Wild West Arcanist (English Version)

1. Mysterious Stranger

The year was 1890 in American Old West, it was the final decade of American Western Cowboys. The infamous hunts of legendary outlaws, the constructions of railroads and industrializations, soon the Wild West will be tamed. However, there are many scattered towns and villages all across the Wild West. Some still struggling to bring justice and law, while others are rejecting it. Gunslingers and Proscpectors will be around still, even after 1900. Throughout history there has been numerous unnamed Outlaws, Sheriffs and Vigilantes. While other Outlaws are written in the history book, often times being an object of praise or urban legend, some other becoming a reminder of how cruel the outlaws are. That year, 1890, the twilight of a new century. The land awaits for a change, it crave peace and tranquility. The final decade of Gunslingers, once again had to be tainted by blood and violence.

That night, in the middle of nowhere, a blue orb sparkles in between the rocky hills. Its sparks lit up the surroundings, and a mysterious woman appear in the middle of it. After the sparks gone, she can smell the burnt all over her red jacket. The grounds around her are blackened, making a huge circle.

"Damn..."she sigh, "Did the time machine broke or...?"

She check her surroundings, the night sky are glistening with stars. Even without lamps around, she can still see clearly where to go. Right in front of her, there's a town up in the hill. She decide to go there and doing a quick check on her gun, and then immediately jog up to the hill.

"I'd better get some rest first, and confirm my location. There's better be a Saloon up there..."

As she walking up through the hill, she suddenly sense a danger. She hear growls from behind, and a dark silhouette with a dog-like shape can be seen on top of the stone hills near the portal before.

"Coyotes? Oh no..." Tennant prepares her gun while slowly backing up, but she realize she can't take them all out alone. She's running up to the town, while a bunch of coyotes chases her behind. Tennant then put out some small diamonds from her jacket and throw it behind, the small diamonds then causing a small explosion. That explosion scaring the coyotes away, as they slowly backing up and runaway back to the stone hills where they came from. Tennant finally reach the town, gasping and taking a breath slowly.

"That's enough muscle work for today..."she sigh weakly, "Must find a saloon now. I hope Vertin manage to fix the Time Machine tomorrow."

Later, she walks into the town. The buildings around the town are all painted white, most of them seems taller than majority of Old West buildings. It's a sign of a thriving city, with a train station right on her left still having lamps on, still operational even during night time. Most buildings has no lights however, except one, Dry Silver Inn. Stood among the two streets, Dry Silver Inn seems open for business, the light shines bright among the dark of the town. There are no noises, except the howling winds. Its singing softly, carrying dust and dirt in the air, its cold breath slowly goes into Tennant's neck as she felt cold and cause her to shiver. As she walks across the empty street, a Carbuncle with Cowboy hat seems walking past her out of nowhere. That little Carbuncle then goes into the darkness, it smells like alcohol.

"Wow...even a Carbuncle having a party."she says.

She could read the name of the Inn outside, a white board written "Dry Silver Inn, We are open for those who lost their way."

She enters the inn and greeted by the warm atmosphere, a very traditional old western furnitures painted black, while the walls are all clear white. The antique lamp hanged in the middle, with a wooden stairs on her right which goes up to the vacant rooms upstairs. Tennant fixing her hat and jacket, a bartender then greets her cheerfully.

"Good evening, sir. How can I help you?"asks the bartender with grey hair.

"A glass of water, please." Tennant sit down right in front of him, "Gosh, my throat feels dry."