The Bullfighter Of Twst
Prologue Pt. 1
“¡Ahora sí eres hombre flaco!” Laughed an older gentleman.
“Déjalo en paz, mandó, so seas cabrón.” said another voice.
The echoes of celebration in the far distance, as the trio walks down a dirt road, passing homes, and entering the quiet. As they came to a fork in the road, the two older gentlemen looked at the younger.
“Felicitaciones por matar tu primer toro; mañana continúa la fiesta. Duermate mijo,” said the softer speaking man.
“Buenas noches, flaco!” exclaimed the other.
“Buenas noches,” replied the young matador. Muleta in hand, the (h/c) lad walked off in the opposite direction. “Ay, what a day,” he sighed.
After a bit of walking, the teen looked around, confused. In his head, he knew that the turn into his street should have popped up a few feet ago. Looking before him, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until taking a closer look, every house looked…too generic.
Suddenly, in the distance, the harsh sounds of several gallops and a sharp neigh were coming in close. Clutching muleta, he knew it was too late. The horses carrying an elegant coffin were inches from him when he suddenly blacked out.
Ah...my beloved, Beautiful flower of evil
You are the most beautiful in the world
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the best?
Guided by the mirror of darkness,
If you ever so desire,
Take thy hand that lies within the mirror.
Flames that can turn the moon into ashes,
Ice that can freeze time,
Earth that can swallow the sky.
Show no fear to the power of darkness.
Come now, show me your power.
We only have a little bit of time left.
At all costs, do not let go of that hand.
Welcome to the villain's world.
Dark.
That was all they saw when they came to; everything was a blur, and they weren't there completely. Nothing but darkness surrounded them. In that darkness came a sound.
"Darn it! People are coming soon! I have to get this uniform on fast!" said the voice
A voice?
A sudden burning sensation woke them up, right out of their daze. Falling forward with a thud, they groaned and looked around. There was a coffin that looked like it had been blown open, which is where they must have been previously.
"Alright, here's what we're looking for!" the voice said again
They looked before them and saw a fluffy creature. It turned to face them, and they both stared at each other for a few seconds before both of them let out a screech.
"GYAAA! You!? Why are you awake?!" it yelled.
"Un mapache?" (m/n) stuttered.
"Who are you calling me what!?" said the flaming raccoon in an offended tone. "I am The Great Grim, you know!"
"It doesn't matter. You, human! Gimme those clothes!" Grim demanded. "If not, I'll burn ya!"
"Clothes?" They muttered, looking down, they saw that his previous attire was no longer on them. Instead, they wore a black robe with a violet lining, with gold accents along the hem. With the top, he had on black trousers. Surprisingly, he was still wearing his boots, but the rest of his normal clothes were nowhere to be found. Looking around, they saw their muleta nearby. Eyes back to Grim, they shook their head.
"A dream where I get burned alive by a raccoon? How wonderful?" They remarked sarcastically.
"I said I'm not a raccoon!" Grim roared in anger.
(M/n) snatched the flag from the floor and scrambled out of there. He ran through hallways and courtyards until reaching the library. They placed their hands on their knees as they panted.
"Where am I? What kind of dream is this?!" They then saw blue as Grim appeared.
"Did you really think that you could run away from me? Now, if you don't want to get burned, gimme those clothes- FUGYA?! That hurt! What is this? String?" Grim cried
"That is not a string. It is the whip of love!" said a man with a plague doctor-type mask.
"A whip of what now?" (M/n) muttered to themselves.
"Ah, I finally found you. You are the new student, correct? Well, this isn't good. Without authority, you just went through the gate," the man continued.
‘No manches’ (M/) thought.
"And on top of that, you brought a wild familiar with you against the school rules." He then held up a squirming Grim by the scruff.
"Let me go! I'm not this person's familiar!" complained Grim.
"Yes, yes, that's what they all say. Let's try to be silent now, shall we? Honestly, it's unheard of for a new student to go through the school by themselves." Crow man then sighed. "Are you this impatient?"
“Hijo de- I was running for my life! I'd like to see what you would do when being threatened to become a barbecue!” (M/n) huffed as they held an 'are you kidding me' expression.
"Well, come along then. The opening ceremony started long ago. Off to the Mirror Chamber, we go." The man then started to walk away with Grim. Our main character would be lying if they said they didn't feel a little bad. Just a little.
"Wait, wait, wait, new student, you say?" (M/n) said as they darted next to the crow-like man.
"The room in which you awoke, the one with the coffins. Every student before you went through that door to come here. However," he paused. "Usually students don't awaken until we open the door with a special key, but..."
"Does that mean the fire 'opened' the lid?" The outsider asked as they recalled the lid being blown off.
"So in the end it seems that the main culprit was that familiar, huh? If you were the one who brought him here, then you must take responsibility for him." He explained
"Oh...This is not the time for a long talk. If we don't hurry, we'll miss the opening ceremony. Come, come, let's be on our way." He said, turning to the entrance of the library.
"Oh? Are you not fully awake yet? Maybe your memory is distorted from magic transportation. Well, it does happen often. I will explain as we go." He said. "Well, I am quite kind after all."
The “new” student followed Crowley out of the library, down the hallway, and out into the courtyard. The bird-man coughed to get the attention back on him and began to explain.
"This is 'Night Raven College’ a place where Magicians with talent come together. Twisted Wonderland's most prestigious magicians' training academy. And I am the Headmaster of this Academy, the board chairman, Dire Crowley."
"Magicians?" The shorter person asked.
"The only ones who can enroll in this school are those with exceptional qualities of a magician. And those who the 'Mirror of Darkness accepts', and those chosen are called to the academy through the 'door' from all over the world." Crowley took a breath before continuing. "But for you, I believe an ebony carriage came to pick you up,"
‘Pick up is an interesting way to say it’ (M/n) thought as he recalled bits of it.
Grim then began to struggle even more, but to this the headmaster paid no mind. "Now then, on our way to the opening ceremony."
Hello! Welcome back! It's been quite a while. I finally saved up for a laptop.
I've been wanting to rewrite this for a bit. In the first pass, I felt that I didn't give enough backstory.
Plz let me know what y'all wanna see/read.
-Nap