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The Breaking of Fantasy Star:

The Beginning of aFairy Tale Nightmare

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I own all characters, locations, and organizations in Fantasy Star.

 

 

 

“Han!” The teacher yelled as he slammed a ruler on Han's desk, startling Han into dropping the manga he had been reading. Han had messy, black hair and blue-green eyes. His white shirt and blue pants were insisted parts of the school uniform and so was the rule of no reading during a lecture.

 

“Han, I was in the middle of a lecture about famous poetry.” The teacher said angrily. “What poet was I talking about?”

 

“Um...” Han struggled to think of an answer. “I know!” He finally called out triumphantly. “It was Kusunoki Masashige! Right?”

 

The teacher roared angrily as he slammed the ruler on the desk. “HE WASN'T A FAMOUS POET!” The bell rang, interrupting the teacher's tantrum.

 

“Fine!” The teacher yelled. “Go, enjoy the weekend. Like I care...” As the students all got up and left, the teacher sighed as his ruler finally broke from the sheer force of the desk.

 

 

 

“Way to go, Han.” Orokano said as he and Han walked down the school's hallway. “The teacher's going to be extra-angry on Monday.”

 

Orokano had spiky brown hair that went off in all directions. It was difficult to tell whether or not he did that intentionally, it was just messy, or he was born with hair like that. Like Han, he wore a school uniform, though his wasn't tucked in like all the other students'.

 

“I didn't mean to make him angry.” Han said. “He's just... like that.” “Yeah, whatever.” Orokano said as they stopped at the library. “So you're gonna get me that book on art, right?”

 

“Yeah, I guess.” Han said. “But since when did you start being interested in art?” “Well, I heard that a long time ago artists did more paintings of naked ladies, so—.” “Good enough for me.” Han said happily as he opened the door to the library. “Stay here; I'll be back soon.”

 

Han walked into the library and closed the door. “Sure thing, buddy!” Orokano called after Han. “I'll stay right here.” With a tired yawn, Orokano walked off, obviously ignorant of the meaning of what he'd just said.

 

 

 

Han groaned as he browsed the art section of the school's library. Orokano had lied to him; none of the art books had any pictures, ironically. Han stopped to think wonder what kind of weird school had art books with no art actually in them.

 

As Han continued to look over the shelves, his eyes stopped on a book. “Fantasy... Star?” Han read as he took the strange book off of the shelf.

 

The cover of the book had a large, blue star on it. On each of the star's point was a smaller, different colored star. From the top point to the point just to the left of it, the colors were black, white, red, green, and yellow. A lock kept the book shut tight and there didn't seem to be any key.

 

“This is weird...” Han said as he flipped the book over in his hands. Finally, he sat down and began pulling on the lock. “Why would... someone... lock a book?” He asked as he struggled to open it. Finally, the lock broke, and the book opened easily.

 

The page Han had opened up to showed a picture of a man who looked to be twenty-something. Though the paints had faded and all colors resembled a shade of tan, Han could tell the man's hair was a sandstone color. The toga he was wearing was obviously white, and his eyes were—

 

Han shook his head to clear it once he saw the eyes. There was something frightening about them... you could see pure hatred, pure bloodlust in those eyes...

 

...Which had completely vanished. In shock, Han realized that somewhere in the middle of staring at him, the man had completely vanished from the painting.

 

Han pushed the incident out of his mind; maybe he had just turned the page and not realized it. He leafed through the book, briefly seeing each picture; a strange, furry creature; a demon; a man in a tattered outfit; a girl about his age; a woman sitting on a serpent; a monkey; a werewolf... but the man was nowhere to be seen.

 

“Maybe that picture was never there...” Han said to himself as he flipped through the pages, looking for something of interest. Finally, he saw something; a dagger. It was beautifully crafted, almost perfect in the design. The blade wasn't like most daggers; both sides were sharp, almost like a little sword. At the bottom of the hilt was a star-like design with tassels coming out of each point.

 

“So the dagger... is Fantasy Star...” Han thought to himself as he held the book up... and the dagger fell out, almost stabbing Han's foot.

 

“The... the dagger almost...” Han said as he stared at the dagger, sticking up from the floor. “Eh... eh...”

 

 

 

Han ran home, hiding the book and dagger in his backpack. He didn't know how to explain any of this, but it was probably better for him to read the book in privacy, and from experience, there was only one place he could do that; his room.

 

Upon finally reaching his home's front yard, he looked to the window to see something interesting (Or rather, to not see something interesting.) Since Han's older brother had moved out and gone to college, his parents had been trying to rent his room out in order to make some extra money. Han saw to his surprise that the sign advertising the room for rent had been taken down.

 

“Hello?” Han asked as he opened the door to his house and stepped in. His mother was in the kitchen, cooking something inedible; his father was most-likely doing research on some famous writer in the study. Everything seemed okay.

 

“Oh, Han...” His mother said as she stopped cooking and turned to see him. “Exciting news; we finally rented that room out.”

 

“I noticed the sign was missing.” Han said. “Who rented the room?”

 

“Some foreigner named Mr. ... Mr., uh...” His mother struggled to remember the name. “He didn't give his first name, that's all I know. Anyways, why don't you go meet him? I think he's unpacking.”

 

Han sighed as he walked off and opened the door to his brother's room. What he saw shocked and/or confused him. A man in a tattered overcoat, tattered t-shirt, tattered pants, and tattered hat had set a suitcase on fire and was roasting something on a stick.

 

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Han yelled as he stared at the stranger. “Hel-lo.” The man said slowly when he saw Han. “I am cook-ing opos-sum. Do you un-der-stand?”

 

“What?” Han asked in confusion. “No, I don't understand!” “Calm down.” The man said slowly. “I am speak-ing Eng-lish. Can you speak Eng-lish?”

 

“Yes, I've been speaking English this whole time!” Han yelled. “Are you deaf or something?!” The man thought for a second. “Wow, you can speak English; fluently!” He said finally.

 

“Who are you?!” Han yelled. “And why are you cooking opossum over a roaring fire inside?!” “Oh, I'm Mr. Grimm.” The man said as he dropped the opossum meat and the stick onto the flaming suitcase. “And I'm hungry.”

 

“You're... hungry?!” Han asked in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?!” “You asked me why I was cooking opossum.” Mr. Grimm said plainly. “I got hungry, so I set my suitcase and everything in it on fire and started roasting me some opossum. Duh.”

 

“That doesn't even make sense!” Han yelled.

 

“Life doesn't make sense, kid.” Mr. Grimm said seriously. “You've gotten yourself into a bit of trouble. Now hand over the book and that Fantasy Star you broke.”

 

 

 

Next Time: Two Fantasy Stars?! The Dagger vs. Grimm's Tales!