The Soul Touch Quests (A spin off fanfic from The Soul Touch)

This story will cover events and other side quests that I think will just clutter The Soul Touch's chapters and derail away from the main plot. But little bits of information here will be related to in the actual Soul Touch storyline. I just felt I was going to be timeskipping a lot of this information as the main focus of Soul Touch is XelLina, this way I can focus a little on the other couples of the story, and feature other guest stars from the Slayers Series. And yes, I do know this is not how Gourry gets the Blast Sword in the novels, I am reconfiguring it for my story.

Once I am done with the events in Taforashia, we'll go and cover the events in Seyruun where Amelia, Zelgadis & Luna are.

"Prince Posel! Prince Posel!" a voice shouted throughout the peaceful country of Taforashia. Ever since the plague was cured and the ghost of Shabranigdo was dealt with the country was at complete peace.

The stuff animal form of the country's prince, Pokota as his friends often called him, had been daydreaming uptop a tree. He looked down at the woman that had called for him. "Hmmm? What is it Valerie?" he looked down at the deep red headed woman running towards him.

The woman was dressed in a blue shirt and a purple skirt, her hair flowing down her back. She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. "There are some people that have just arrived, they claim to be friends of yours. A priestess and a blonde swordsman say they here on account of Lina Inverse."

"Lina?!" the stuffed animal cried as he leapt up. "Where are they?"

"Mister Pokota, it's good to see you again." Spoke Sylphiel as she approached from behind, Gourry, Filia & Naga following behind her. "I know we only met briefly before."

"Hmmm…" Gourry looked lost in thought as he crossed his arms, then suddenly held his hand out. "Pokemon right?"

Pokota fell out of the tree and crashed onto the ground. "Pokota!" he growled, rubbing his head. "Gourry come on don't tell me you forgot me!"

"Please forgive Gourry dear, he tends to forget names." Sylphiel sweatdropped.

"Ho ho ho ho! Pokota it's been a while, I see you're still a stuffed animal." Naga chuckled.

"Who the hell is the bimbo in the stripper outfit?" Pokota asked, tilting his head.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" Naga snapped. "You don't remember just by my amazing voice? It is I, Naga the Great White Serpent…" she then coughed. "… Or you may remember me as Nama…"

"YOU WERE NAMA?!" Pokota's eyes went wide with surprise, then turned to the final member of the group. "But who are you?"

Filia smiled softly. "We never met before, I'm Filia a Dragon Priestess. But we both know Lina Inverse."

"Oh yeah! Pokota!" Gourry smacked his fist into the palm of his hand. "Now I remember!"

"Little late, dear Gourry…" Sylphiel rubbed her head.

"But where's Lina? Didn't she come with you guys?" Pokota looked around.

An anger vain popped on Filia's forehead. "… Sadly… Miss Lina had… Other matters to deal with concerning a certain Namagomi!" she grit her teeth.

Pokota blinked at her words, he recalled Lina calling Xelloss Namagomi once, and the look on his face as she said so. Perhaps it was this woman she had acquired the nickname for the Mazoku. "So what brings you guys to my country?"

"We're hoping you can assist us in some research concerning the Cepheid Knight." Sylphiel explained. "Miss Naga here is on the way to Sairaag."

Pokota rubbed his head. "I suppose there might still be some of Rezo's books and research in the lab, let's head down there." He walked towards one of the buildings. "Kind of weird you guys arrive not long after those treasure hunters."

"Treasure hunters?" Filia tilted her head.

"Yeah some guy and a girl that were here, said they were looking for the ancient texts for King Wells Xeno Gairia, of the Kingdom of Dils. They honestly looked like a pair of mercenaries to me. Pokota explained. "Then they headed off to the nearby caves where the ancient treasured sword of Taforashia is kept, the Blast Sword."

"The Blast Sword?" Gourry blinked.

"It's an extremely powerful sword, it can absorb magical energy, but if placed in a sheath, it cuts it in half." Pokota sighed. "That's why I made the replica of the Sword of Light rather than use it, as if you even were to drop the sword it could cut its way through the planet and be lost. But I used some of its design in the help of creating the Sword of Light."

"Sounds like a valuable sword." Naga grinned wide. "Perhaps we should pay this cavern a visit."

"You mustn't!" Valerie gasped. "Ever since that incident with the demon lord, monsters have infested the cave! We tried to warn those travelers but they shrugged us off."

"This sword though might be helpful against the Mazoku." Filia pointed out. "After all Mister Gourry, you don't have a sword to defend yourself anymore to the level of the Sword of Light, and we could use all the extra assistance we can get if Dynast and Deep Sea return to settle the score."

"Are you sure we can handle it just the four of us?" Sylphiel shivered slightly.

"Hey if you guys are going, I'm coming with!" Pokota cried, landing on Gourry head. "What kind of mess has Lina gotten herself into anyway?"

"It's a rather long story." Filia sighed, shaking her head. "But Cepheid is trying to manifest into the body of Lina's older sister, Luna Inverse. But he wishes the purify the world much like the result of if the Mazoku were to succeed in ending the world. Also, Cepheid views Miss Lina as a major threat and wants her…. Eliminated."

Pokota took a sharp gasp. "But you're a dragon you said right, aren't you on the side of the gods?" he tilted his head.

"My people have done horrible things, my entire order was wiped out years ago I am the last of the Golden Dragons of Vrabazard." Filia explained, her head lowered. "But I had renounced my position there after discovering the true dark side of the Shinzoku and Ryuzoku, they and the Mazoku aren't really much different after all."

"I see…" Pokota looked at her sadly. "… That's kind of like how I idolized Rezo the Red Priest and here he really was a terrifying person who put everyone in danger."

"This is why I just follow my own ways." Naga stretched out her arms. "No one will tell the great Naga what to do with her life."

Everyone just sweatdropped at her.

"Anyway, Pokota can you lead us to this cavern then?" Sylphiel asked. "Even though I'd rather we wait for Miss Lina…"

"Lina's busy, we can handle it." Gourry said with full optimism.

"Becareful, Prince Posel." Valerie said, smiling softly.

"I'll be fine Valerie." Pokota chuckled as the group headed off.

"But Miss Naga weren't you going to head for Sairaag?" Sylphiel asked, confusion in her voice.

"A true treasure hunter doesn't pass up a chance like this, there's a possibility there's other things down there." Naga grinned.

"Hey whatever's down there belongs to my people you know!" Pokota snapped.

"So? You will owe up payment for clearing out the Mazoku after all." Naga replied with a sly smile.

The prince grumbled slightly. "Fine, but you can't take everything."

Filia rubbed her head. "I can see why Miss Naga is one of Miss Lina's friends…"

"Here it is." Pokota pointed ahead, they were just outside the fog area next to a large mountain with a tiny opening.

"Well we've come this far." Naga walked along inside… And suddenly was blasted right back out and crashed into Gourry!

"Oh Gourry dear!" Sylphiel cried, rushing to his side and casting a Recovery.

"Ouch… What was that?" Gourry rubbed his head.

"Something attacked me is what!" Naga snarled, standing back up.

"Yeah but wha-" Filia gasped, turning to the entrance seeing five shadows emerge. "… Mazokus…"

"Hrmph, so the little prince comes yet again to take our master out huh?" spoke a deep voice as the five shadows gathered together, their cloaks covering their bodies only showing blood red eyes and steel masks over their faces.

Pokota grit his teeth. "Dammit, I thought I got these guys last time with the Dragon Slave, there was only two of them!"

"Whoever their 'master' is probably just made more." Filia said, narrowing her eyes. "This will not be an easy fight."

"I say bring it on, we have a chance with an even five on five." Gourry said, his face full of confidence.

"Ho ho ho ho! You fools will be bowing down before long!" Naga grinned.

"Even? Who said you were even?" one of the Mazoku laughed, as ten more emerged behind them through the shadows.

"O-oh no!" Sylphiel gasped, leaning close to Gourry as she joined him in standing.

"Now I'm really wishing Miss Lina was here, even that damn Namagomi…" Filia grumbled. "We might not fair well with odds like these."

That's when a sixteenth Mazoku appeared before them, raising a dark claw at them. "Last chance, perhaps if you assist us in bringing Lina Inverse here, we will spare your lives."

Gourry gasped. "Lina? What does she have to do with this?"

Filia narrowed her eyes. "You Mazoku, you are followers of Dynast aren't you?"

"Of course, since she went off our lord's radar he figures she is under protection from Beast Master Zelas, which means you people are our only chance of catching her." The Mazoku replied. "She is pledged now, so it is difficult to kill her, but we could hold you prisoner to lure her out and exchange her pledge stone for your lives."

"You'd have to kill us first!" Gourry snarled, drawing his sword.

Sylphiel nodded. "We will not allow you to use us to get Miss Lina!"

Pokota growled. "Yeah, we won't go down without a fight, even if you outnumber us five against sixteen!"

"You fools…" said the Mazoku in front of them, moving his claw forward to strike… Just as something slashed the creature in half!

"What the?" Filia gasped, her eyes wide.

The Mazoku slowly dissipated into a black gas as it was destroyed, revealing a tall man with black hair, red armor and a matching color headband standing with a crimson blade in hand. Next to him was a woman almost equal to him in height with silver hair tied up into a ponytail, wearing a leather shoulder pad over a white shirt and blue shorts.

The man gave a cocky grin to the group, holding out his sword that had just slain the Mazoku, a fire in his crimson eyes. "Well in that case… Why don't we make this seven against fifteen?"