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[Third person]
Tofu Forest
Yugo and his friends moved over the tiny forest spirits, cutting through the dense foliage with urgency. Every second counted if they wanted to reach the village in time to cure the disease caused by the corrupt tree.
Without the help of the forest spirit, they would be lost. There would be no way to save the villagers who needed their help the most.
Especially Yugo's father.
The Eliatrope child clenched his fists over the small spirit carrying him. He couldn't, he didn't want to accept that something terrible might happen to his father. Az, his little Tofu bird, and his father were his most beloved beings in the world... though lately that list had grown considerably. After all, it was hard not to get attached when you were the kind of person who got along with everyone.
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Meanwhile, in the village, a sepulchral silence invaded everything.
The wooden houses, simple but beautiful with their sloped roofs and hand-carved windows, stood empty. On the cobblestone streets and under the trees, the villagers lay motionless, turned into vegetable statues. Their expressions were frozen in gestures of surprise and horror, trapped in the exact moment the evil reached them. Among those silent figures was Yugo's father, with vines coiled around his robust body.
Suddenly, a sound broke the silence. Then another. And another one.
A stampede of luminous spirits burst into the village like a brilliant wave. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, moving with the speed of runaway bulls but with the grace of fireflies. The group of adventurers rode on them, and as the spirits touched each villager with their tiny translucent hands, the curse broke.
The plants withered, falling like dust to the ground.
The villagers awoke.
Exclamations of relief and cries of surprise echoed everywhere. Some cried, others laughed hysterically. Imagine being conscious the whole time, trapped in your own body unable to move or scream... if the situation had lasted much longer, the most fragile minds might have broken forever.
As the villagers caught their breath and hugged each other, the spirits finished their task. Everyone had been cured.
Everyone, except one.
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The group gathered in front of Yugo's father.
The Eliatrope child looked at him with shining eyes, holding back tears. Ruel, Evangelyne, Amalia, and Tristepin stayed close, offering their silent support.
A spirit floated forward, more slowly than the others, as if it understood the importance of the moment. It gently touched Yugo's father's leg with its shiny little hand.
The vines began to retreat.
First they disappeared from his boots, then climbed upward in reverse, uncoiling from his chest, arms, and finally his face. The leaves withered and fell like greenish ash until not a single one remained. Color returned to his skin. His lungs expanded with a deep breath of air.
Yugo's father blinked several times, disoriented. His eyes took a moment to focus. When they finally did, the first thing he saw was his lifelong friend standing in front of him.
"Hahaha!" The burly man let out a hoarse laugh and lunged forward, catching Ruel in a bear hug that almost lifted the old Enutrof off the ground. Ruel grunted but returned the hug with equal strength, smiling under his beard.
"Dad, you're okay!" Yugo's voice trembled with emotion, his smile so wide and genuine that it lit up his face.
His father turned his head down. When he saw his son, his eyes moistened. Without a word, he opened his arms.
"Yugo... come here, my little one." His voice broke a little. "I thought I'd never see you again."
He lifted him off the ground effortlessly, holding him at face level. For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes. Then Yugo's father squeezed him against his chest so tightly that the child could barely breathe.
The group watched them with warm smiles. Evangelyne had her arms crossed but her expression was soft. Amalia discreetly wiped away a tear. Tristepin nodded in approval. Ruel grumbled something about "sentimentalisms" but no one believed him.
To them, Yugo had become much more than an adventure companion. He was their friend. Their little brother, almost. How could they not get emotional at a scene like this?
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"We haven't sat down all day." Yugo's father smiled tiredly as he lowered his son and placed him on his huge hand, highlighting the size difference between them. His voice was full of paternal pride. "How are you, champ?"
Yugo was practically bouncing with enthusiasm. "I learned so much about my powers! Right, Az?" He turned to his Tofu, who nodded with a small clumsy chirp, flapping its blue wings.
"About that..." Yugo's father frowned slightly, his expression turning serious. "I have something important to say—"
"Is it about the message?" Yugo gently interrupted him, looking him straight in the eyes. His expression showed no fear or sadness, only determination and relief. "I already know, Dad. But first I needed to free you."
The man blinked in surprise, then smiled with pride and sadness mixed.
Father and son talked a while longer, with Yugo animatedly recounting his adventures: the dangerous encounters, the new friends, the portals he had learned to create. His father listened attentively, laughing at the funny parts and nodding with concern at the dangerous ones.
Until a voice broke the moment.
"Greetings."
The voice echoed from above, mechanical but not completely artificial. It had a threatening tone that chilled the blood. "My name is Nox. Do exactly what I say and everything will be... mmm, not so bad."
Everyone looked up.
A figure floated in the air above them. His armor was a masterpiece of impossible engineering: dark metal plates intertwined with constantly spinning clockwork mechanisms. Golden gears gleamed on his chest, arms, and legs, moving in hypnotic patterns. His helmet was shaped like an elongated mask with a clock-shaped visor, where the hands spun slowly. Blue energy pulsed through the armor's joints like luminous veins, and a temporal aura slightly distorted the air around him.
It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
Evangelyne reacted first. In a fluid motion, she positioned herself in front of Amalia, drawing her bow. Tristepin unsheathed his sword. Ruel raised his shovel. They all formed a protective wall in front of Yugo and his father.
"You, the boy with the blue hat." Nox's luminous eyes fixed on Yugo. "I also have a lot to talk to you about."
Yugo returned the gaze, his childish eyes full of a fury that shouldn't belong to someone so young.
"The inn is closed." Yugo's father's voice was grave and threatening, stepping between his son and the stranger. "Come back tomorrow."
"Stay back, Amalia." Evangelyne whispered without taking her eyes off Nox. Her fingers had already released the string.
The arrow sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed directly at the enemy's chest.
Nox didn't even flinch. "You're fast, young Ogra." His voice dripped with condescension. "But not as fast as me."
He raised a hand almost lazily.
The arrow stopped dead inches from his palm, as if it had hit an invisible wall. The gears in his armor spun faster. The arrow remained suspended in the air, completely motionless, trapped in a pocket of frozen time.
Before anyone could react, Nox disappeared.
A blue flash.
He reappeared directly behind Evangelyne.
"It's a Xelor!" Ruel shouted too late. "A time mage! WATCH OUT!"
Nox raised both hands. The gears in his armor glowed intensely. A wave of temporal energy exploded from his body.
Everyone was pushed back... but they didn't fall.
They remained suspended in the air, frozen mid-motion. Evangelyne had her eyes wide open, unable to blink. Tristepin was in the middle of a silent shout. Amalia had one hand extended, trying to summon plants that would never come. Ruel remained with his shovel raised over his head.
Time had stopped for them.
"My time is very valuable." Nox walked casually among the frozen figures, examining them like statues in a museum. He touched Evangelyne's shoulder with a finger, tilting her body slightly. The Ogra could do nothing but move her eyes slightly, fighting uselessly against the temporal prison.
"Your time, on the other hand..." Nox turned to Yugo, his clock-shaped lenses glowing with blue light. "Is up."
He walked slowly toward the child, each step echoing against the village stones. The gears in his armor whirred softly.
He stopped in front of Yugo, bending down to his level. "And now, child, you'll tell me everything you know about the dragon Grougaloragran."
Yugo blinked in confusion, his brow furrowed. "The dragon?" His voice trembled slightly. "I... I don't understand..."
Nox narrowed his eyes behind his mask. A mechanical and distorted laugh escaped him. "Keh keh keh... Maybe you'll talk more if I take care of your friends." He turned his head toward Az, who was also trapped in time, floating motionless in the air. "Especially that Tofu. I want to know why it has so much Wakfu."
The gears on Nox's chest spun violently. Blue energy coursed through his entire body like electricity. He extended a hand toward Az and waves of temporal power emanated from his palm, pulling the little bird toward him like an invisible magnet.
He caught it by the neck firmly.
"Let's see..." Nox tilted his head, examining the Tofu with scientific curiosity. "I'll pluck its feathers one by one until you talk."
His gloved fingers closed around a particularly large blue feather sticking out from Az's tiny body. It was strange, too large to belong to a common Tofu.
"Oh?" Nox's eyes widened in surprise.
The feather came off easily... and then flew out of his fingers.
It rose into the sky as if it had a life of its own, glowing with golden light. It began to spin in the air, tracing symbols and letters that floated like mystical fire.
"How interesting..." Nox watched fascinated, his head following the feather's movement. "It's in draconic language~"
The symbols completed, forming a complex message that pulsed with ancient power. Nox narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the runes, but it was useless. The magic had only one recipient.
Yugo.
A voice boomed in the Eliatrope child's mind. It was deep, ancestral, and resonated with the weight of centuries:
"Eliatrope child, you must depart immediately to seek your true family. They live on Oma Island."
Grougaloragran.
When the voice finished speaking, the letters glowed intensely and shot like golden arrows straight to Yugo's forehead. They penetrated his skin without pain and etched themselves into his mind, ensuring he would never forget them.
The message was for him. Only for him.
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Nox stood motionless for a moment, processing what he had just witnessed.
Then anger overtook him.
The gears in his armor began to spin violently. Temporal energy crackled around him like an electrical storm. He extended his hand and the air distorted. A sword began to materialize from nothing: a long, curved blade made entirely of crystallized temporal energy. It was translucent blue with golden veins pulsing like a heart, and it emitted a high-pitched hum that hurt the ears.
Nox aimed the sword directly at Yugo's neck.
"Tell me what you heard, brat." His voice dripped pure venom. The gears in his mask spun so fast they seemed about to explode. "Or I'll crush you and all your friends."
Yugo took a step back, his eyes wide. Fear gripped him. He was just a child. He had had adventures, yes, but this... this was different. This man wanted to kill him. For real.
"I... I..." The words stuck in his throat.
Yugo's father saw it all.
He saw the terror in his son's eyes.
He saw the threatening sword.
He saw the murderous intent.
And something inside him broke.
An indescribable, primitive, absolute fury erupted in his chest like a volcano. His eyes widened. He clenched his teeth so hard his gums bled.
Someone dared to threaten his son? In front of him?
No.
Never.
He breathed deeply, filling his lungs until they hurt. Every muscle in his body tensed. His veins bulged in his neck and arms. Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
He fought against time itself.
The temporal prison squeezed him like invisible chains. Every millimeter of movement was agony. It felt like he was dragging mountains.
But his son needed him.
"Urggg..." An animal growl escaped his throat.
He reached his hand toward his shovel. His fingers trembled. They were inches away. Millimeters.
A little more.
A little more.
'Come on!'
His fingers closed around the wooden handle.
"DON'T LAY A FINGER ON MY SON!"
The shout tore through the air like thunder.
Yugo's father moved with superhuman speed fueled by pure paternal love. He raised the shovel over his head, sweat dripping from his face and the veins in his neck about to burst.
He brought it down with all his strength.
CLANG!
The blow vibrated the air. Nox's sword flew from his hand, dissolving into blue particles. The Xelor lost his balance, staggering to one side.
Yugo's father didn't stop.
He spun his body, using the momentum. He swung the shovel horizontally.
CRASH!
The blow hit Nox directly in the side, sending him several meters back. The Xelor groaned in pain (a strangely human sound coming from that armor), clearly not expecting that resistance.
Who would have thought someone could break a temporal prison with pure willpower?
Nox didn't understand. He couldn't. His mind worked in calculations, efficiency, cold logic. He didn't comprehend the power of paternal love. He didn't understand that there are things people would sacrifice everything for.
Things like children.
Nox tried to raise his hand, seeking to freeze the man again.
But Yugo's father roared like an enraged bear, clenched his teeth until they nearly broke, and lunged forward. He struck again.
BAM!
Nox fell to the ground on his back.
Yugo's father didn't hesitate. He pounced on him, placing the shovel against the visor of his mask, pressing with all his weight. He sought to end it. Without mercy. Without doubts.
Nox's Wakfu reacted instinctively.
A temporal shield materialized between the shovel and his face, glowing intensely. Yugo's father grunted and pushed harder. His arms trembled. The shield cracked.
He pushed.
And pushed.
And pushed.
The shield gave way with a sound like breaking glass.
The shovel pierced through...
And embedded in the stone ground.
Nox had disappeared.
He had teleported at the last second.
A whitish and ghostly energy remained where the Xelor had been, floating like mist. It gathered for a moment, pulsing weakly, and then dissipated into the air.
The temporal effect on the others broke.
Everyone fell to the ground with cries of surprise, rubbing their bruised parts. Evangelyne rolled and got into a defensive position immediately. Tristepin cursed. Amalia coughed. Ruel complained about his back.
But one had much worse luck.
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Yugo's father was breathing heavily, kneeling on the ground. He supported both hands on his shovel... or what was left of it. The tool was completely shattered: the handle broken in half, the metal head cracked and twisted.
This wasn't free, he thought bitterly.
Playing with time never ends well. No one can defy the fundamental laws of the universe without paying a price.
Yugo's father was no exception.
He felt a strange tingling in his face. He raised a trembling hand and touched his beard.
Whole strands came off in his fingers.
No. That wasn't entirely accurate.
His beard was turning white. Quickly. As if decades passed in seconds.
His eyebrows too. His hair. Everything was losing color, turning ash gray, then snow white.
His skin wrinkled. The lines around his eyes deepened. Age spots appeared on his hands. His back hunched slightly.
The stolen time was collecting its debt.
"Dad!"
Yugo's voice broke the silence.
The child ran to him with eyes full of tears, tripping over his own feet. Az flew beside him, chirping desperately.
"Dad, are you okay!?" Yugo fell to his knees next to his father, his hands trembling as he tried to examine him. "What happened to you? Why...?"
Yugo's father looked at him.
Despite everything, he smiled. A proud, warm smile, full of love.
"I'm... fine..." he whispered in a hoarse voice. "You're... safe..."
His eyes closed.
He fell forward.
"DAD!" Yugo caught him, or tried to, but the weight was too much. His father collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Dad, answer me!" Yugo shook him desperately. "Dad, please!"
Nothing.
There was no response.
The dust raised by the fight made Yugo cough. His eyes burned from tears and dirt. He tried to concentrate, tried to use his powers, tried to open a portal...
But he couldn't.
Fear paralyzed him. His energy went out of control, sparking wildly around him like erratic electricity. Portals opened and closed at random, unstable, dangerous.
For the first time since discovering his abilities, he doubted himself.
Evangelyne knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yugo, breathe. We're going to..."
"There has to be something!" Yugo shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Something I can do! It can't end like this!"
And that's when he saw it.
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Yugo looked up.
Amid the dust and smoke still floating in the air, a few meters away, there was a small shop that definitely wasn't there before.
It was dark wood, with oval windows glowing with golden light. The roof was impeccable red tiles. Above the door hung a carved wooden sign with golden letters that seemed to glow with their own light:
"The Shop of Wishes"
Yugo frowned, confused. How was it possible? Had it been there all along? Why had no one noticed it?
Despite the chaos, despite the fear, despite everything... something inside him whispered that he had to enter.
Maybe it was desperation.
Maybe it was hope.
Maybe it was destiny.
He looked once more at his unconscious father, with that white hair and withered skin. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
There was no time to think.
He jumped to his feet and ran toward the door.
"Yugo, wait!" Evangelyne shouted, extending a hand.
"Don't go in there!" Tristepin tried to follow him.
But it was useless.
Yugo crossed the threshold.
And the world changed.
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The others tried to follow him.
Ruel was the first to reach the door. He pushed hard.
It didn't move.
"What the hell...?" He pushed again. Nothing. It was as if the door was sealed with magic. "It's locked!"
Tristepin threw himself against it with his shoulder.
THUD!
He bounced back, falling on his butt.
Evangelyne examined the door, looking for some hidden mechanism. "No lock. No visible hinges. It's like..."
"Like only he can enter." Amalia finished the sentence in a low voice, watching the shop with distrust. "I don't like this at all."
They pounded on the door. They shouted Yugo's name.
But from the other side, no sound came.
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Inside the Shop.
Yugo heard none of that.
When he crossed the threshold, everything changed instantly.
The ground under his feet was no longer compacted earth. It was polished wood that shone like a mirror, with golden veins that seemed to move under the surface.
The air became warm and welcoming, with a scent of vanilla and cinnamon that calmed the nerves.
And before him stretched a space that shouldn't exist.
The shop was almost infinite.
The shelves rose toward a ceiling he couldn't see, losing themselves in a darkness that sparkled with stars. There were hundreds, thousands of shelves, filled with impossible objects.
Books with covers that changed color.
Jars full of glowing liquids that seemed to contain galaxies inside.
Clocks stopped at different times, some marking one-thirty, others eleven-eleven.
Masks that blinked.
Swords that floated vertically without any support.
Clockwork mechanisms that spun on their own, suspended in the air as if gravity didn't exist.
Blue crystal lamps hung from invisible chains, bathing everything in a mystical and serene glow.
Every step Yugo took echoed, amplified by the perfect acoustics of the place. It sounded like he was walking in an empty cathedral.
He opened his mouth, amazed.
"Incredible..." he whispered.
Instinctively he tried to use his powers, to open a portal to explore faster, to find something that could help his father...
"I don't think that's the best decision, young man."
Yugo froze.
The voice was soft but firm, polite but with a tone of authority that brooked no argument. It came from the back of the shop.
He turned slowly.
Behind a polished dark wood counter, so shiny it reflected the lights like a mirror, a man watched him with absolute calm.
He was tall, dressed in an elegant black suit that fell to his knees, impeccably tailored and without a single wrinkle. Underneath he wore a perfectly folded and ironed white shirt. He used fine leather gloves that gleamed subtly under the lamp light.
But the most striking were his eyes.
Hazel. Amber. Bright. Serene. And especially attentive.
There was something in that gaze that made Yugo feel like this man could see right through him. Not in a threatening way, but... understanding. As if he knew exactly why he was there.
The man stood up slowly from his chair. The leather creaked softly with the movement. He walked to the counter with measured steps and rested both hands on the polished surface, without taking his eyes off the child.
Yugo swallowed.
"Where... where am I?" he asked in a trembling voice, still breathing heavily.
The man smiled. It wasn't a mocking or condescending smile. It was genuine, warm, as if he had heard that question a thousand times and it caused him the same joy each time.
"Here..." he said in a calm voice, pausing dramatically. His eyes shone a little more. "Is where everything can be."
He lifted his hands from the counter, opening them in front of him as if embracing the entire space. His smile widened, becoming almost theatrical.
"Here is where everything is fulfilled."
The man's eyes flashed with golden light for a brief instant.
"Here is where desires exist."
Silence filled the place.
Only the soft hum of the hanging lamps and the accelerated beating of Yugo's heart could be heard. The man tilted his head slightly, maintaining that enigmatic smile. His hands remained open in a welcoming gesture. When he spoke again, his voice became deeper, almost like a whisper that seemed to resonate directly in Yugo's chest. "Now tell me, Yugo..." The child took an involuntary step back. How did he know his name?
The man's hazel eyes shone with intensity, and his smile became almost conspiratorial. "What do you desire?"
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Hello readers, for those who came from my other fanfic in progress, I hope you enjoy this new journey of a completely different Jhon.
For those who are new, I hope you like this fanfic. This one, unlike the other, is created entirely by me. Without AI help.
So maybe the inexperience can be seen, so please be patient.
Please comment on all chapters, it motivates me to see people commenting. Here I intend for Jhln to interact with many characters and along the way meet new worlds. Forge friendships and know love.
I was thinking of making a harem, so you can start telling me which candidates could be perfect.
If I regret it and decide to make a single romance, I'll let you know (I doubt I'll regret it)
Lastly, it's shameless but I'll leave it here anyway, maybe not now, but in the future: 200 power stones equals one chapter.
Here I uploaded 5 chapters I had, later I'll upload more. Once I reach 10 chapters I'll set a fixed upload schedule.
I hope you enjoyed the reading. Have a good start to the day or end of the night.
[JhonDaoist]