"Argh!" Darren groaned as he tumbled onto the ground, an unknown force sending him sprawling onto the ground. He rubbed his sore back, disoriented, as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. "Huh? What the..." he muttered. Darren distinctly remembered himself in a dark alley, chased by a freaky guy, when he grabbed hold of someone's hand.
Now he was in the middle of a bustling carnival, people around him chattering away excitedly in Spanish. He must have stood there like a deer caught in headlights for too long, gawking at the bright and colourful concession stands and joyful merrymaking, for a man roughly shoved past him, muttering, "niño estúpido..."
Then he remembered.
"Oh yeah! Where's that guy that saved me?" Worrying about the guy that brought him all the way from America to Spain, when he was in Spain! Genius.
That was when someone roughly pulled him over to a side, where it was less crowded.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" The person whisper-screamed. Darren turned around.
His savior was a girl.
She had thick, wavy black hair with a blue streak that cascaded down past her shoulders as she pulled off her cap. Her big, cyan-coloured eyes scrutinised him with a look of curiosity. She was dressed in what a typical teenage girl would wear, a long, turquoise shirt with shorts that were cut off abruptly at the thighs. However, she had a big watch on her left hand, but instead of telling the time, it had a battery gauge on it, three-fifths of battery life left.
"If you are so wanted that even the seven daemons of Euphemia chased you down to Earth, you must be pretty powerful." She said, narrowing her eyes at Darren, "so why were you gawking at the Santa Cruz de Tenerife? You should know that we were going to teleport here." She grabbed his left hand. "You don't even have an indicator!" Shaking her head disbelievingly, she sniped at Darren, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Next you're going to tell me you don't know what's going on!"
Darren nodded his head.
"Cut the crap already." Then she looked at the dumbfounded Darren. "Seriously?" She let out an exasperated sigh. Suddenly, her head jerked up. She grabbed Darren's hand, dashing into a building, with a huge nameplate that read: Banco de gestión de España- Darren's terrible spanish somehow translating it, Spain Bank of Management.
"They're here!" She hissed to a confounded Darren, bursting with questions. As they dashed into the building, the staff on duty smiled at them, saying, "Hola! ¿En qué puedo ayudarle?"- Hello! How may I help you? She looked at the lady straight in the eyes. "Portal de Eufemia." The lady, still smiling, pressed a button underneath her desk. A doorway opened in front of them, out of nowhere!
"C'mon..." She grabbed Darren's arm once more. "If you're gonna gape at everything you see, we're going to lose a lot of time."
Mysteriously, once they were through, the doors vanished behind them, leaving no trace of their existence.
There was only one thing in the small, windowless room- a finely-made ornamental door frame that looked ordinary, nothing too unfamiliar to Darren, who, at this point, thought it was okay to release his barrage of questions.
"How did we freaking get to Spain?! Where did that door go? Why are there people after me? I didn't do anything wrong, honest!" Darren paused for a breath. "And who are you?"
The corners of the girl's mouth quirked. "Sure, kid. I'll answer your questions."
"Firstly, I'm Kylie. Kylie Strauss." She began, "I'll assume that you were sent here when you were young, and now they're coming to get you back, that's why they were chasing you."
"However, I can't answer your other questions, as nobody really understands, but I'll give you a very short explaination," Kylie smiled, "magic."
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FantasyOne hero. One villian. The struggle between different ideals has always been the same. Then one day Darren was brought into the midst of everything. Darren always had a mundane life, with the usual worries of the average teenager- School, grades...