Magister Draco Remastered Prologue
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Magister Draco: Remastered
Cursed
A long-haired woman in a pink-robe was engrossed in blowing her flute in
a temple with a river under the temple's bridge and a pond behind her.
Together with the woman, there appeared two middle-aged bald-headed men;
one man's head is more oval than the other, while the other is wearing a
black hat and writing in his notebook.
"I never thought Bishamon betrayed our friendship for a single prophecy,"
said the middle-aged man with a hat.
"Just because closing the Yomi (Underworld) gate is no longer his job, it
does not mean his position will be replaced."
"Juroujin, Bishamon is the God of War-represents Dignity and Self-
Esteem," said the middle-aged elderly man with oval head who was
meditating. "He hates to lose to women, or when his reputation as a god
is humiliated by his worshipers, you should have known better than me."
"I know, Fukurofuju, but that does not mean having to cooperate with
Susano'o and kill every woman in this country." The man called Juroujin
put down the quill slowly, then took a deep breath. "I've always believed
every creature in this world is stupid, but Bishamon is the dumbest god
I've ever met."
In the middle of the flute playing in the middle of the night, the sky
turned clouded and the woman glimpsed at something floating in the river.
"Um, guys..." Her words were ignored by the two men.
"All the beings in this world are stupid? What do you mean by that?" The
man who was called Fukurofuju was annoyed at Juroujin's remark.
"You know, we're the one who lives the longest, witnessing a stupid thing
after another stupid thing since the earth was created."
SMACK!
The bamboo flute struck the heads of the two men who were fighting.
"BENZAITEN!" Fukurofuju and Juroujin replied in unison as they wiped
their heads.
"You gods of Wisdom are too busy arguing, there are women dying in my
dunes--in front of MY shrine, and you don't even care!" The woman called
Benzaiten pointed to a human woman stranded on her lips in a dying state.
Fukurofuju moved from his seat, looking at the dying-looking woman.
"Juroujin, it seems that she survived from Bishamon's bad luck. You sure
this is the woman?" Juroujin stared, then slowly walked over to
Fukurofuju as he took off his hat.
"For the love of Izanagi's handsome face, she came as our last hope."
"But this woman does not look like the predictable noble woman, she's too
young, not to mention she's a ..." Benzaiten's words stopped when the
lightning started.
"... Gaijin?" Juroujin said. "At least it's better to remember Bishamon
and Susano'o ... you know, KILLING ALL THE WOMEN?"
"Then we have to hurry before Susano'o and Bishamon comes."
GROOOOOOOOOOOOAR!
Lightning strikes again in a row, making them unconscious-except for
Fukurofuju who was trying to survive the lightning attack. Faintly, both
eyes saw Susano'o took away the unconscious Juroujin and Bishamon who
cast a spell and hold the hand of the stranded brown haired woman. His
body reacted with convulsions as the size of his large chest slowly
narrowed, but had not yet seen what happened next, his gaze became even
more opaque until only the darkness remained.
"Mommy, I hate long, party dresses!"
"But a Princess should look like a lady!"
"A princess must obey her marriage, a Princess should serve her husband
well!"
"A Princess must behave!"
"I'm female and I'm human, NOT A NURSERY ROBOT AND THESE RULES ARE SHIT!"
Beep! Beep! Bee--
CRASH!
Damn it. I hate alarm clocks.
I hate that nightmare over and over again. The umpteenth time I had faced
the dream. But as the day progressed, the dream seemed clearer.
I tried again to remember the quarrels with my mother. A bitter memory,
but I feel relieved that memory is fading away. I do not want to recall
the memories of a quarrel with a deaf-mouthed mother. My eyes are still
closed, hard to open. I got out of bed, crawling as I felt around to make
sure I did not hit the wall. Until then, my hand was touching something
round-like a sink. I tried to support myself to stand up, still with my
eyes closed.
WHAM!
Ouch.
My head stumbled against the edge of the sink. Probably because the
distance of the sink with the floor is too small, or my body is too big.
In my opinion, it would be impossible if my body was big enough to
stumble on a sink that was not so far from the floor, or so I think.
I managed to stand upright with my hand holding the sink. Immediately I
turned on the water tap to wash my face. This morning, I thought my eyes
were totally blind, until my eyes stared into the mirror and that
was--right in front of me, a glimpse of a giant-like creature. And there
goes the scene of the video clip "Big Enough" featuring Jimmy Barnes.
Yes, the shadow of the mountain part. That Jimmy Barnes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
I fell down in the bathroom that came from nowhere and somehow I lived in
it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
My voice...
What happened to my voice? Why did I scream like Hugh Jackman? Who was
that gigantic guy in the mirror?
I stood back facing the mirror slowly out of fear. I looked again at the
reflection of the mirror image. The giant is a brunette with bluish eyes.
My left hand holds my face and the reflection follows. I must still be
dreaming or hallucinating. That man is not me. Someone might have
poisoned me to make me see all this. Moments later, other figures
appeared in the mirror. Four old men with strange looks and a pink-robed
woman. My head slowly turned to the reflection's reflective source.
"Fear not. We are not going to hurt you," said a small man with a wide
face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"I said, fear not."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"For Izanami's sake, which part of "fear not" that you don't understand?"
said a long-headed middle aged man.
"EVERYTHING!"
"I would guess he was scared of you. You have to do something about it,"
said the woman in pink robe.
"B-but, I like this look..." The fat bare-chested monk sighed. "Fine. We
will do this to make him stop screaming."
"SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!" I yelled to the air of
emptiness. No one knows what actually happened to me.
"Shut up. We'll change our looks for you so stop yelling at us," A tall
man in blue robe tapped the fishing pole on his hand.
Still staring in fear, I nodded slowly.
POOF!
A cloud of smoke enveloped the five of them. As the smoke faded, they
looked different. The three men who had looked terrifying were now
turning into three handsome young men: one in white and uniformed like a
chef, the other dressed like a fishmonger, the last in a white robe
holding a scroll on his hand. The fat monk had not changed much, as did
the pink-robed woman.
"How do we look now?" the woman said.
I gulped. Eyes still wide. My feelings mixed with surprise, curiosity,
and fear. "A little better, though I have lots of questions to ask," I
say quietly. "Who are you? Where am I? What happened last night? what
happened to me? Which one of you did this?"
"Whoa, slow down, sir," the woman said in a pink robe. "We have problems
here too."
"You call me what?" I squinted my eyes on them. "I am not a 'sir.' My
name is--"
"Marie Elizabeth Bennett," said the long-haired man in white robe. "She
died yesterday in a car crash which later drowned her in Kanda River.
This apartment is your only safe house, with protection spells we made to
keep you out from Bishamon or Susano'o."
"Died?" My eyebrows were lifted. "I'm not dead. I'm right here, in the
apartment that somehow I lived in, waking up in...this."
"You gestured your whole body." The long-haired men was pointing out my
hand gestures.
"EXACTLY! What is your problem anyway?"
"We can tell you the beginning of the incident, but you should allow us
to introduce ourselves," The man in the uniform chef approached me, then
bowed. "My name is Daikokuten, the God of Prosperity, representing the
harmony of the household and business."
Shortly after, a man in a fish merchant outfit attended me.
"I am Ebisu, the God of Honesty and Fisheries. As you see, I represent
the fishermen and all the marine wealth."
"I'm Fukurofuju, God of Longevity," the long-haired man in front of me
finally introduced himself. "In addition to age that is older than this
world, I have the ability to resurrect the dead."
The pink-robed woman pulled out her flute, then said, "I am Benzaiten,
Goddess of Love and Joy, I represent artists, poets, and musicians."
"You ... I've seen you before." My eyes turned back to the bare-chested
fat monk. "You must be a clown-like Buddha statue, isn't it?"
"Hohoho, that's a bit insulting, but you're right, my name is Hotei, God
of Happiness. Some people call me Budai." The fat monk named Hotei just
laughed casually. I wonder if he is also a Santa Claus. "We are the Seven
Gods..."
Benzaiten cleared her throat.
"...And Goddess of Fortune. And you are pretty fortunate to survive in
Tokyo, Sir."
"You said 'Seven.' Why there are only five of you?" I curiously asked.
Fukurofuju then told the whole story of how Bishamonten--God of War and
represents the dignity of knights, betrayed them and kidnapped Juroujin-
God of Wisdom until the part how I ended up with my current situation.
"It's still very absurd." I shook my head slowly, then chuckled. "There
is no such thing as the Lucky Gods. Everything takes effort and hard
work: Someone must poison me with drugs to see all these hallucinations."
"It's not a hallucination, young man. You were barely dead." Fukurofuju
shook his head while smiling.
"Whatever, I'm going to feel my body again, then pinch it and all of this
would never happened. I'll wake up from all these hallucinations again,
as a woman--"
My hand accidentaly pinched something soft between my legs. It left a
strange pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?"
"Oh dear, here we go again." Daikokuten shrugged.
"It hurts, but it's weird. It was painful and I can't get rid of it.
And...and..." I catched my breath, then squinted my eyes on the five
people. "Oh My God, YOU'RE STILL HERE?"
"I told you, this is not an illusion or mere fantasy," Fukurofuju
chuckled. "Don't worry, you will get used to it."
"Used to it? But you...if you...then I... I'm..."
I can only curl up and hold my head. All these incidents make no sense.
Maybe they are right that I have been cursed living as a man for the rest
of my life. What about my job? My friends? My family? All my life that
has been destroyed by this whole thing? How am I supposed to live?
"I know you're scared," Ebisu said. "The ship that is our only vehicle
has also been destroyed, so we'll be stuck here with you."
"Is there anything worse? Will I really die after this?"
"Died anonymously, unknown, and forgotten, at least that's what Bishamon
wants when putting a curse on you." Daikokuten folded his hands.
"Or maybe ..." Benzaiten slowly approached me, then put his hand on my
cheek. I could feel the cold from her breath that touched my neck.
"Bishamon prefers you to fight like a man since he hates to lose to a
woman, especially if his reputation in the heavens is on the line."
Let me get this straight. First, I was going to spend the rest of my life
as an adult, honka-wonka, good-looking man. And then, I would deal
against a misogynist God who felt insulted because of a woman. Could this
life become even better?
Okay, I was being sarcastic. That was much worse.
"Wait, you said I was also being cursed to die anonymously, unknown and
forgotten. I still realize I am still...me."
"We meant by everything people know about you would be gone. Everyone
would never remember that Marie Elizabeth Bennet the Princess of Bellagia
really exist or being borned. It was a precaution to make you feel
isolated after all the changes happened to you in case Bishamon found out
you were still alive," Fukurofuju explained. "We managed to save as many
core memories as possible and delay the impact of this curse. We still
need your personality and self-awareness to make sure the prophecy still
can be fulfilled. But the curse that still remains in your body still
tried to fight us back, which gives you good news and bad news."
Fukurofuju then handed over a square-shaped pair of headphones with a
strange looking knob on the sides and glossy silver color.
"Bad news is, The curse feeds from your life force to give it the power
to erase your memory within minutes, which we can delay into just erasing
memories within hours. The longer you stay as a man, more memories would
fade and completely gone as your health condition is decreasing. So this
device--that we created from the remains of our ship would be your only
life support. And make sure to change back as soon as you get home so
your body could take time to recover. The transformation could hurt you
like being hit by a truck, but it's the only way to survive before we
lose you completely. Make sure that this device is not broken, or the
curse will catch up upon you--marked by that strange marking on your
hand."
I stared blankly at Fukurofuju's explanation. Everything still didn't
make any sense and my ears felt like they were on fire.
"Broke the device, you die. Not getting home early to change back, lose
your memory, then you die. You die, everyone else dies. Do you
understand?"
I slowly nodded in agreement.
"What if I lost it? Like THIS!" I threw the device out of the window.
"You could never lose it. Your life depends on it." Ebisu shook his head
and pointed at the device that sticked to my hand.
"GYAAAAAH!"
"You want your old life back, you have to help us or you die. In your
language? Died, covered in shit." Daikokuten puts a small grin on his
face.
"Guys, I want to help you. But I have a life, a family... Maybe I have
someone to help and a job to fulfill and make a difference. At least help
me get my life back."
"Yet here you are, feeling lonely and scared." Benzaiten walked behind me
and grabbed my shoulders. "Sweetie, even if five of us can get your life
back, the curse will always haunt you and there would be more people
died. If you can't do it for us, do it for yourself--to get you back to
your girl world."
"GOOD NEWS FLASH, we have a superhero!" Hotei raised his hands in
excitement.
"Shut up, Fatso!"
Oh, no. What have I done?
I really was a pottymouth in heart, but that just came out of nowhere.
Too many strange feelings that came together at the same time, as if
there was this urge like a magma that was about to spray out from a
volcano--turned into a hot lava.
"You, leave me alone." I crawled to stand up against the wall to my bed,
yet everyone else are still there staring at me. "NOW!"
I rushed myself to my bedroom, but--
"Oof!"
Stubbed my toe, tripped to the floor. Good job, Marie. You've done it
right--IF YOU ARE A FOUR AND A HALF FOOT WOMAN!
"Let me help you there." Fukurofuju smiled at me and offered his hand.
"No, thank you. I can walk by myself," I refused.
"With all the weight on your shoulders instead of your chest? I don't
think so." He bowed towards me. "Besides, you still wear that tight satin
dress. You need a proper clothing."
No. Don't look down, Marie. Don't loo--
"...fine," I pouted, eventually looked down to my ripped dress as the
only fabric that covered my whole body.
The long-haired man lifted me up, took me to my bedroom then let me sit
in my bed.
With just the two of us, considering that Fukurofuju really is a God, I
started my questions about their presence.
Before I even started to open my mouth, he said, "Don't even try to ask
about secrets of the universe or how everyone in Japan has faith on us."
"How did you know I was about to ask that?"
"Everyone on Earth would definitely ask that, due to find out how small
they really are since you believe you're on your own before we came
here," Fukurofuju put his scroll into his robe, then searched for
clothing pieces he could find in the wardrobe.
"Actually I was about to ask why I am the only one who can see you. There
are other women or men who believed in you more than I do. You supposed
to show yourselves to them, not me."
"Even if we want to, not everyone would want to see our presence. To have
them believe in us without expecting to see or hear us is already good
enough." Fukurofuju then handed over a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of
jeans taken from the wardrobe. "Besides, we are not supposed to make
contacts with other humans than the chosen ones."
"And it was my job to convince them you are exist?" I took the shirt and
put it on while paying attention to Fukurofuju.
"No. Your job is to purify human souls from evil spirits and reinforce
the gate to Underworld before the real chaos breaks free."
"That sounds like something big to do on my own." I tried on the jeans he
gave me. "Is this just me or the jeans are slowly torturing my crotch?"
"That's the only pair I can find. Don't bother it."
I looked down once again. Having my doubts since I only know I was alone
several minutes ago. Why only the chosen ones who can see them? Why I was
chosen? Neither of the questions I can answer, especially due to the fact
that I couldn't remember anything before I got here. Even if I change
back, I would still die and never know who I really am and what I am
supposed to do here. I have no choice but to find out on my path as a
superhero. Even though, I would definitely lose myself and drawn to live
the manhood.
DING DONG!
The bell was ringing. I wonder who came to my place. I rushed to the door
and opened it. A boy smaller than me with a silver hair slicked back,
ruby eyes and the look of excitement stood on my doorway.
"I can't believe it! I will work with Magister Draco!"
"Er...what?" I lifted my left eyebrow in confusion.
"You! Magister Draco, the greatest magician online! We ever have a chat
on e-mail and you agreed to stay in Japan!"
E-mail? I do remember ever have an e-mail chat but...who?
"And you are..."
"Oh, how rude of me." He bowed. "I'm Seira Yoshii, your assistant slash
manager slash Japanese translator slash BIG FAN! Oh, just call me Sei.
Seira sounds like a name of a girl."
"Oooookaaaaay..."
Awkward silence.
"And I would guess I start to work on TV today?"
"You guess it right! But first, We need a better set of clothing to
perform. Follow me!" The man called Sei then walked away from my door
which I closed to go outside and follow his way in confusion. I might
lost my track about my job but what could possibly go wrong?
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