This story is rated R for language and gore. If you are under 17 you should not be reading this story.

Note: This story is not in Crystal Legend or related to the story. It is only a side story, or a 'what if'. This story was written in Creative Writing and I needed characters for the story so I chose Crystal Legend characters.

There is only one way to describe my life. An eternal nightmare, never ending. My life has been one big black hole headed for Hell and I still have yet to reach the bottom. From day one, I have been a slave to those who are stronger than me. My name is Noah and for nearly five years now I have sat in teh stars, waiting for the call of my Master. It seems so much longer now. Life before this has almost left my memory. The life I thought was Hell was the golden gates of Heaven compared to my life now.

I sat in my corner in the stars, rubbing the fresh wounds on my arms. Only a few more scars on my body. I thought. My body had never been pure. It had been tainted with blood and scars ever since my birth. With so many scars I have tried so hard to cover my skin, to keep from looking at the horrid memories. My gold shirt that I always wear is torn and faded. Years ago it would have fit me perfectly but now with my twig like body it barely clings to my skin. My tan jeans are horribly ripped and a rough rope is used to keep them up. My tan jacket helps keep my gold shirt up as well as hide the rest of my scars. These are the same cloths I have been wearing for the past five years, the same cloths I was wearing on the day that I escaped my past life only to be thrust into a world of slavery.

I lowered my head into my knees, which were drawn up to my chest, closing my eyes, desperately trying to get some rest before my Master called me to him again. The memories that I had nearly forgotten, how I got here, folooded back to me, with painful visions that I wished to forget.

I had always been a slave to my parents, working day and night with lttle to no food or water. I was constantly beaten every day for reasons that are still unknown to me. All I was ever told was that it was my fault for being born, my fault for existing, my fault for breathing and living. My bones were constantly broken and left to heal on their own. My body was constantly pierced and stained with blood. I was never given a chance at life and I know I never will. I was born to suffer. That is my fate.

I had suffered under my parents' law until about five years ago. I remember the day so clearly now that I can still feel the pain from my scarred wounds. I had woken up to an empty house, on my own accord not from the kick or a punch from my mother or father. A strange smell pierced my nostrils, one that I had never smelled before. It was not blood nor was it alcohol. It was something new. The rest of that day is a blur to me. A fire had erupted in the house, though not a normal fire. This fire had been set and for whom, you may ask? For me, of course. My parents were finally done torturing me and were ready for me to die. I rmember coughing up blood and banging on the door screaming for help and when I looked out the window I saw to my utter horror the faces of my parents watching with a look of sheer joy on their faces.

The call of my Master threw me out of my memories. He sounded angry, not a good sign. I pushed myself further into my corner, not wishing to go anywhere near him until he calmed down but staying put and refusing his orders only meant more pain to me. Rubbing my arm wounds slightly I slowly got to my feet and, with my head down and my hands locked in front of me, I walked toward the sound of my Master's ever growing voice. He sounded very angry. I wondered if I would even be conscious when he was done with me. I hoped not. Though it would be so much pain, I would be asleep and being asleep meant no pain. I treasured the moments I was unconscious.

I finally made my way to the section of the stars where my Master, Magic stood, cursing profusely. Whatever had happened I knew I was going to take the blame for it. It was always my fault even if I knew not what had happened. My master turned to face me, his red eyes piercing into my quivering soul. I took a step back out of fright, big mistake. My movements only seemed to anger him even more and with quick movements, he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, taking his other hand and bashing it across my face. It felt like he was wearing spiked knuckled as I felt blood squirt from my nose and splatter on my face before collapsing onto the ground, curling into a ball soon afterwards.

"Useless human..." I heard my Master growl before he sent a hard kick to my rib cage. I cried out in pain as I felt him kick my ribs, feeling one break in half.

"I-I'm sorry Master!" I shouted in my high-pitched voice. "I didn't mean to take so long!"

My Master seemed to smirk at my quivering frightened voice. I was sure the sound of true fear pleased him well beyond any words. "Are you, my dear little Noah?" he asked in his taunting voice. I didn't answer him, too afraid of what my answer might do. I curled into a tighter ball, my hand on my broken rib. With this rib broken, I couldn't do the taks that he wanted by his time limits, and that only promised more pain.

Magic seemed only more angered by my silence but he kept his voice calm and cool. This worried me even more. When he stayed calm, it usually meant that he was getting ready to do something horrible. He forcefully jerked me up into a sitting position. I winced, but gave no cry of pain. His smirk grew wider as he roughly pet my tangled golden hair. "My, such lovely hair you have, Noah..." he said in his horribly taunting voice. I cringed, ready for whatever blow was to come. My Master was far too predictable. He growled angirly at my cringe, not amused in the slightest in my effort to shield myself from the oncoming pain.

"Stupid child..." he growled, his voice breaking it's eerie calmness. "You will take every punishment that is given to you." he smirked as he roughly pulled my hair, a few strangs being forcefully pulled out. I cried out and struggled to put a hand to my head but he quickly pushed it away, nearly snapping my wrist in the process. "Tell me. Why do you deserve this pain? I think you have forgotten."

I struggled to steady my breathing so I could answer my Master. He often made me recite this. He always wanted to make sure I remembered why I was being punished, why I suffered day after day. I looked away from my Master, unable to stare into his eyes as I spoke the words that had been drilled into my brain. "I suffer for being born, for living, for breathing, for existing. I suffer for living on your enemy's planet, and for this I will always suffer."

Magic smirked, a slight 'humph' being heard. "That's right. Be sure to remember that or I may have to remind you again." he leaned down to face me, an evil smirk on his face. "And trust me, my dear Noah, next time it will be a much more painful reminder." he said befoer lifting a finger, and, with a sharp razor-like nail, he traced his finger forcefully down my back and spinal cord, a pained cry escaping me at the very touch. He let go a moment later and turned his back to me. He seemed to pick something up off the ground but what it was I couldn't see until he turned to face me again. In his hand he held a small staff, the staff he never went without or strayed too far from. The handle of the staff was a polished wood brown, the symbol of the quarter moon engraved into it. The base of the staff held a large and beautiful purple jewel. It glowed and shimmered in mass energy that could even overpower the gods if used correctly. As long as I had knwon my Master he always carried this staff but for what purposes I was unsure of.

Magic smirked at me, causing me to cower in fear. What motives lay behind that smirk, I wondered? He looked as if he were about to strike, I curled into a ball protecting my head. However, no blow came and instead he turned around and started to walk away.

"I have some urgent business to take care of." he said. "I expect this place to be to my liking when I return." He said with a smug grin before disappearing into the blackness of the stars.

I stared at my surrounding, completly helpless. It was impossible for one to clean the stars for they were already pure. I knew it was just his way of promising more pain when he returned. I sat in wonder, savoring the moments I would have alone and free from torment. That staff that he always carried around him was indeed special. It could take him to wherever he wanted and he could create whatever he pleased. Such a staff seemed almost impossible to exist.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, clutching them tightly as I rocked back and forth. For as long as I had known him my Master always had that staff; that accursed staff. It always promised me much pain and suffering...it was amazing to think that at one pointed I believed that Magic would be my savior.

I had escaped from the fire, thanks to the help of a few people nearby, and had run off to a nearby forest after I heard them promise to take me back to my parents. I was weak and dying. The smoke and heat had done more to my body than I could ever imagine. I collapsed in a clearing in the middle of the forest, waiting for death to come for me. Waiting for the hell that was my life to come to an end when suddenly, I saw a light. A bright flash of light and before I knew it there stood before me where space just lay stood Magic, staff in hand. I of course knew who he was. All who live on my planet do. He was the god who promised to destroy my planet or so it was written in prophesy. He spoke to me, in a more gentle voice than any have ever given me. He promised me a happy life, if I were to come with him. He promised me things that no one had ever promised me; life, happiness, and a future. In my last breath and in desperation I accepted his offer and with a wave of his staff I was taken to where I am now and where I have suffered ever since.

I snapped out of my thoughts at the thought of the staff. The staff had taken me here. It had taken Magic to many places and had brought him many things. This made me wonder. Was Magic the only one that could use this staff? Is it possible for me to use the staff as well? Could I even get to the staff to use it? Magic was very protective of the fragile thing. I narrowed my eyes as I continued to think. Like five years ago I was now desperate. I had to get out of here. I had to leave, to be free for once in my life. I knew that if I didn't I would soon lose the little sanity I had left and die. I continued to think, a plan slowly forming into my mind. If I were to die in the middle of this plan at least I would die trying to escape. I would rather die trying than die as a slave who was always obedient to his master.

After a few hours of thoughts and pondering, I finally had my plan. I slowly got up and hobbled to my usual corner where I dressed my wounds with whatever I could. My ribs hurt horribly but I was not about to let them get in the way of my plan. If I didn't do it tonight my wounds would only be worse tomorrow and would only make my plan harder.

That night when my Master came back he was even angrier than before. I was luckily out of his sight for the most of his ranting but for the last part of it he pulled me in and proceeded to beat me with whatever he could find. I know that at one point that the item was metal and I know I could feel my arm shatter at the touch of the hard object. I didn't feel much after that except for the feeling of a sharp and probably rusty knife clawing it's way into my body. Another blow to the head with the metal object and I was unconscious, free from any more torture my Master might bring to me.

I woke up that night bathing in a pool of my own blood. I was surprised I was even awake let alone alive. My once golden hair was tainted red with blood and I had to rub my eyes profusely to get the red tint out of it. My right arm lay limp on my side, completely shattered from one of the blows. I continued to examine my body to see that the rusty knife had cut my gut completely open and had sent slash marks all the way down my back, going over the painful burn scar that claimed me as his.

How was I alive? This was impossible. I continued to wonder until my gaze shifted to my Master who was asleep a few feet away from me, the staff in his hands glowing it's evil and taunting purploe glow. It suddenly dawned on me. Master Magic had used the staff in the past to keep me alive so that I may be tortured more. He even used it sometimes to slowly heal my wounds. Not out of pity of course but so he could play with me again later. The staff must be the only thing keeping me alive right now.

This wouldn't alter my plans however. I refused for my plans to be altered or ruined. I had made up my mind and I was escaping today. Using all the strength I had I slowly crawled over to him and painfully sat on my knees, desperately reaching for the staff that he clutched so dearly. It was probably impossible to get it completely out of his grip but if I were to at least touch it perhaps I could command it to take me away. Where I went it didn't matter. Back to my own planet, to another far away planet, it did not matter. As long as I was far away from here and away from my Master I would be content with living anywhere, even Hell.

My cold, bloody, fingers slowly wrapped around the handle of the staff. This was it...the staff was in my grasp and my Master was still asleep. I slowly opened my mouth, forcing words to come out in my quiet, scared, high pitched voice.

"Star of Magic..." I started. "Please take me away from-" I was cut off by a sudden backhand to the side of my face, sending me a few feet back. I looked up, fear in my eyes as I watched with utter horror as my Master stood and proceeded to advance towards me.

"M-Master!" I shouted. "I-I'm sorry to wake you Master...!" I shouted, trying desperately to cover for my actions but it was obvious that the damage had been done. What kind of punishment would I receive for touching the staff?

Magic slowly made his way towards me, finally backing me into a corner. Every bone in my body trembled in fear. "M-Master..." I started but before I could say anything else Magic raised the staff that I had worked so hard to touch and with a hard thrust he sent the staff into my thigh, through the bone and onto the other side. I wanted to scream, to shout, to beg for mercy but no matter how much I tried I couldn't. My voice was gone; my eyes were locked on my Master, unfeeling and mirror-like. Magic growled as he took his hands upon my throat, lifting me high up off the ground, his sharp nails digging into it.

"Stupid child," he growled. "I thought I had beaten all the sense out of you. I thought I had taught you better than to try and take my staff. I guess I'll just have to teach you better." And without another word he ripped his nails down my throat, four identical red lines appearing. My voice soon came back to me and the stars were filled with a loud agonized scream as I fell to the ground, blood spewing out of my mouth and neck. I coughed horribly and with each cough more blood came out, coating the area around me in it. So much blood only seemed to please my Master as he took his hands upon the staff that was stuck in my thigh and with great force pulled it out, causing another loud cry of pain as I collapsed onto the ground.

Magic smirked, obviously enjoying my pain. He took a step towards me, placing a foot roughly on my open gut and tauntingly pressed the cold glass of his staff on my cheek.

"Poor little Noah..." he said tauntingly. "So alone...so afraid." His smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer to me, his face dangerously close to mine. "Would you like to die little Noah?" he asked. "I could kill you, you know. After all you'd be much more loyal as a soulless zombie, less fun to play with though. When one has no soul, they do not scream. I guess however, I could use your cousin for that."

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I could only whimper and moan in agony. My vision was blurred to the point that I couldn't even make out the face in front of me and my limbs had gone limp, refusing to move any more.

"Use my body as you wish. If my soul is no longer in it what does it matter to me?"

My Master smirked again, striking fear into my very heard which struggled to beat which each passing second.

"Because my dearest Noah," he said with a chuckle. "Your soul will be mine to play with."

I cried out at the statement, struggling to squirm away, to do anything. I couldn't die a slave. I refused to die as a slave. I shut my eyes tightly, afraid to look at my Master, afraid to look at anything. I could feel the pressure on my gut intensify and the tip of the staff so very close to my heart. Then suddenly through the lids of my eyes I could see red and a loud noise erupted across the land and when it was over with the pressure on my gut was gone and the point of the staff on my heart had ceased to be. Was I dead? Did he kill me? Was my soul now his? I didn't open my eyes for the longest time, afraid of what I might see. Finally gainting the courage and curiosity I slowly opened my eyes, to see not the Spirit World but a living world...a beautiful one at that or at least from what I could see. Large green trees covered the land and the gradd that my bloody body lay against was as soft as velvet.

It only took me a moment to realize that the staff had grainted my wish. I was no longer a slave nor was I any longer Magic's play toy. I was my own person now. My own human being. I was to die happy, the only happiness I ever had in my life. And so I did.