Heys there! This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy! I'll get this up today but I'm leaving for Minnesota tomorrow, so I won't be able to update. Sorry

The Boy with the Sacred Soul

Hello Mark and Courtney. It has been a long time since I wrote last. I'm sorry about that. I've been too busy having fun. Yeah. Too busy having fun. I know that's kind of selfish, but Roxanne (more on that later) was right, I deserve it. Trying to beat an evil demon every day of your life does tend to get boring. Haha, yeah. Right. Still, I'm having a lot of fun here on Ibara. Let's start with the journal, shall we.

I flumed to Ibara after leaving Quillan (thank Halla). I landed in what looked like a gigantic abandoned book store and spotted small plastic squares littered all over the floor. I saw the clothes on a shelf marked Science Fiction/Action (how ironic). I went over to the clothes tripping on the many small plastic squares as I went. Jeez! There were a lot of those!

Finally I made it over to the clothes after only knocking down two shelves (which wasn't much on account of the size of the place). I picked up the clothes and discovered they looked like Second Earth clothes, except the looked like they were for a 300 hundred pound man! Man! How big are people on Ibara? I considered the gigantic book store and the clothes; possibly they were gigantic people. Maybe like Krew on Jak 2 (A/N: my favorite video game!). I sighed. I put on the clothes and they immediately shrunk to my size (A/N: Back To the Future anyone?)! I made my way over to the door with much difficulty and got ready to face Ibara.

When I opened the door I was met with a warm green light on my face. I looked up and saw a sun. It looked like the one back on Second Earth, except it was green. I started walking and found myself in an alley. Looked like a dingy place with green building lining the sides. No people in site. Even though the "sun" was out, the alley was a dark place. It was just then I felt someone touch my left shoulder.

I whirled around and was face-to-face with a really hot girl who was in a cat-like stance. Wow! She was smoking (sorry Courtney)! Her hair was a little past her shoulders and dark. She reminded me of a black panther, stealthy, quiet, beautiful, and dangerous. Her eyes were an intense green with a red line running through one of them.

"Ello there," she said. "Like the ring."

"Where did you come from?" I asked her.

"From the roof," she said, pointing up.

"But I didn't hear you," I said.

"Most people don't," she said, shrugging, like it was the most obvious thing. "Like I said," she continued, moving closer. "I like the ring." I glanced at my Travelers ring, afraid she would steal it. "It looks a bit like mine," she said. I looked up at her. She had her hand held up; on it was a Travelers ring. "Follow me, Bobby Pendragon," she said stalking away. Might as well follow her. She knew my name, she had a ring, and she was hot. What more could I want? I followed. The girl led me out of the alley and stopped.

"Why'd we stop?" I asked.

"So I could tell you about Ibara," she replied. "First, my name is Roxanne. Second, Denduron has mines, or used too. Cloral has water. Zadaa has sand. Veelox has Lifelight. You get the point. Well, Ibara has partying."

"Par-partying!" I spluttered, and then burst out laughing. "Well I could get used to this territory," I said with a smirk.

Roxanne continued. "And last, but no way in Halla the least, Ibara is home to Fusion."

"Fusion?" I questioned.

"Yes, Fusion," she said coolly. "Fusion is the last ingredient to killing Saint Dane." I gaped at her like she had five heads.