Chapter 3: Barren Paradox
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     Lukahn looked around. He was in a barren desert, or so it
seemed. It was Lukahn's impression that this place had been under
an attack of some kind, or had been corrupt many ages past, but
that was just what he thought. He thought for a minute about
traveling east, from where he felt a faint presence of magic.

     That was when the floater flew out of the pocket of his
cloak and flew a little to the north. Lukahn ran toward it. As he
was about to grab it, it flew around so that he couldn't. This
made him confused, but he kept running around trying to get his
stone. He must have looked pretty ridiculous, because when he
turned around, he saw a group of monsters where standing there
laughing at him.

     "Be quiet!" Lukahn screamed at them. He obviously didn't
know they were creatures of evil. "I don't know why-" He was
interrupted by an attack of a cat-like creature. The creature
hissed at him, and clawed at his face, but Lukahn reached for the
Ryukahn Scarab. He held it at the monster and read the writings
on the back. "Serutaerc live sllik erif," he chanted. The monster
erupted in flames and was stunned for a minute. When he saw
Lukahn's power, he ran, followed by the other monsters.

     'It didn't feel like magic,' Lukahn thought. But he felt a
strange urge, and hissed. It was something he must have gained
from the enemy, because all the birds in the sky flew away when
he did it.

     "Blue magic?" he said to himself. "I don't understand. I'm
not a - at least I don't think I am - a blue mage. Maybe magic
exists here, only differently. How strange." He continued to
chase his stone. And from then on, he thought of the world he was
in as the Barren Paradox.