The Planeswalker Chronicles: Chapter One -wip-

Planeswalkers. People who have awakened their 'spark' are considered these beings. Beings who can shift from different planes as if merely opening a door to a room. What is a spark you ask? A planeswalker's spark is a latent power inborn into a very small number of sentient creatures across the Multiverse, which if activated permanently turns the bearer into a planeswalker. A planeswalker is granted the ability to travel between the planes of the Multiverse. Our main character, Topaz is one such being, and thus begins her adventures....

Topaz never liked being in one place, not since having awakened her spark and took her first steps to a new plane as a planeswalker. She arrived in Kaladesh, the city as alive as ever since her last visit, large towering buildings matched with ever strange aeronautic contraptions ranging from helicopter gliders to hot air balloon based boat crafts, Kaladesh was really in a league of its own. Wandering the streets she marveled at all the Aether made constructs and tools before the sounds of cheering caught her attention, making her way over to the commotion she witnessed the Inventor's Fair taking place!

A festival celebrating innovation and creativity, something Topaz could get down with. The crowed cheered as inventors displayed their constructs for all to see, the sounds of gears turning and clicking as aether flowed through them captivated the girl but then grimaced remembering the events that took place not so long ago as told by her teacher.

The girl shook her head and cleared her mind of those stories, focusing on the fair. Not too far away, a person in hiding, lost among the gathering crowd has set there sights on the lone planeswalker.

Topaz continued watching the tournament, watching different constructs on display. From tools to even animals, the inventors went all out. However, she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her, turning she saw the cloaked figure shuffle into an alleyway.

She took chase after them as she was lead down alley after alley with gradually less people before cornering the hooded figure. Topaz breathed heavily, catching her breath as she pulled back her hood revealing her dark tanned skin and pale blonde hair, eyes hazel yellow.

"Why were you watching me? Who are you?" She asked having caught enough of her breath to interrogate the figure. The being pulled back their hood, their right hand metallic, clawed. A chill ran down her spine before the hood pulled back, her eyes widened. Before her stood Tezzeret, Master of Metals, Agent of Bolas, The Seeker, The Schemer. Of all the people her mentor told her to avoid, he was one of them.

"You... You're not supposed to be here..." Topaz stammered.

"Indeed." The schemer said with a wry smile but then quickly faded, his eyes glinted with plans of something sinister. "However.... What is a planeswalker such as yourself doing so far from home?" He asked, circling the girl like a predator toying with its prey.

"Th-that's none of your-"

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong little one...." Tezzeret said with a sinister smile, cutting the girl off. Behind him a large scrap metal golem formed and loomed over the two.