Yet another Glee fiction but instead of another RPF, I have reverted back to the show-verse! Yay! This is just the test run, the prologue and all that jazz so depending on the reviews I get I will write more so… read then review that's all I have to say. This story is like a mix of My Fair Lady, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter so enjoy.

Summary: AU: Victorian Era: In a world where magic and nature are the power of the earth but are being oppressed by humans we follow the story of a seemingly unordinary shape-shifter and his journey as the world undergoes a change of epic proportions. Will he be able to save his loved ones and friends or will all be doomed?

Main pairing: Blaine/Kurt. Slight pairings: Finn/Rachel, Artie/Brittany/Santana, Wes/Mercedes, Mike/Tina, Puck/Lauren, Karofsky/Sam, OC/OC.

Warnings: Rated M for future smut/rated T for language and context.

Bashings include: Karofsky/Kurt, Finn/Quinn. There is no Sam/Mercedes, or Sam/Quinn.

Note: For the sake of there being two Davids in the show (David Karofsky and David Thompson) David T. has been cut out so sorry David T. worshipers, no David T.

Also the story is in Victorian Era so the characters may feel a bit OC but I'm keeping it true to the era so I don't want to hear about it, if I do I will refer you to this note!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee at all!

Update: I'm writing the whole story now and check out the poster for this fiction on my Deviantart profile (just delete the spaces in the link). http:/ naragal95. deviantart. com/

Update #2: I'm going through and separating the largest paragraphs and adding "scene breaks" so it's easier to read. Same story though (obviously).

*Prologue*

There are those in this world that would argue about the existence of parallel universes where worlds like the ones we have are similar yet so completely different that the question appears on how can the connection between these two worlds have such a tie if they are more different than they are alike? In these parallel worlds there may be people who look like us, sound like us, act like us, even are us, but are in fact living much differently than you are currently living now. Maybe your parallel self is living the life you have always dreamed of while the life he or she is living is a living nightmare as he or she sleeps at night dreaming that he or she in fact had your life. Maybe in these parallel times major disasters like the extinction of the dinosaurs is yet to happen or maybe in fact a mass extinction has happened; the mass extinction of humans and the devolution to dinosaurs. Maybe in these parallel worlds life is so far different from what we have that we cannot begin to describe it. I know specifically of a parallel Earth that is like this. It has a single land mass, much like our own late Pangea and where humans run the world in a later period than our current time. But they are not alone, and they know it. There are these beings that are correctly named. They are the éssers màgics.

They are humanoid and animal life forms with the blessing, or what some would say, cursed with the power of their earth, the power of magic and nature. These beings, also known simply as Mystics, are much like the humans. Like the humans they, even the animal forms, have their own religion. The humans' religion, which I would say is a combination between our Christianity and Buddhism, follow one nameless God who is control of everything in the world. Unlike the humans' religion, these Mystics have what they call adoració de la naturalesa, or just naturalesa for short, there are two Gods; a deity of light, love, passion and freedom and a deity of darkness, hatred, jealousy and death. The Mystics do not follow both Gods but in fact are given the choice of which God they follow, the path of light or that of darkness. There are many more differences between the humans and the éssers màgics but there was a time, centuries ago on this world, when both races lived together in harmony until darkness spread throughout the sole landmass and plummeted the world into an oppressive time where even though the power of magic and nature still run strongly through the earth, the humans abusive the Mystics and along with it the world. Mystics are captured and caged, forced into slavery or used as decorative object wither they are alive or not.

This story, this world, to which I am informing you about is not to indulge in your need for pety entertainment but for you to heade this warning: the world, no matter in what universe, no matter how alike or how different it is, no matter how unalive it appears to be, is in fact alive and it cries, bleeds and feels the pain of whatever we do to it so take heade and take into account on what happened to world as change and darkness clouded its otherwise once peaceful ways.

*Chapter 1: A Royal State Called Ohio*

To get a necessary piece of information out, a Royal State is what we were to call a metropolis ruled by a figure head or two, perhaps a king or a queen or in this case, a governor, with a court while regular State are ruled by the people and unlike our version of Ohio, an otherwise small northern state in the United States of America, flanked by one of the five Great Lakes to the north, this Ohio was at least three times the size of our Ohio and was flanked by open ocean on the west border, to the north lay another Royal State by the name of California, to the south lay a State by the name of Florida and to the east lay the Mystic Woods, the last known place on this world where éssers màgics run wild a free but that number is decreasing steadily as the demand for Mystics increase. In this Ohio there are but three counties, each named after the three human founders of Ohio and each with approximately the same land area. To the far north was McKinley, to the south was Dalton and in the center, acting as the barrier between the two battling counties of McKinley and Dalton is Lima.

Now the reason these two counties are having a bit of a disagreement is simply based on their main source of income. While McKinley is mostly farmland and pastures and holding facilities for captured Mystics Dalton is more of the factory run land with the more richer of the two counties live. The argument has been for years that while the products made inside their own county is cheaper than when it is sold outside in Lima. A pety argument really. But none-the-less the two counties elected their leaders and occasional have some battles and blood spiled upon the ground in Ohio. Lima on the other hand is fairly peaceful with a city feel but with markets where produce and Mystics are sold and traded. Lima is also where the very mysterious, but yet successful governor, though no one has once set eyes on him, lives inside Brookenshon Castle. Brookenshon Castle located in the Brookenshon Courtyard is much like our world's Windsor Castle with gardens around it and in the center of its large courtyard is the monthly held Mystic Auction where our story truly begins.

Our story begins with a gentleman by the name of Mike Chang. He is Lima's sole auctioneer who actually lives in McKinley. Dressed in our style of Victorian era clothing with a brown wool frock, tan vest, white shirt, black slacks, black lace up boots a pecan colored top hat upon his head and a glass handle walking stick in hand, merely for show of course. He stood upon the high stage of the courtyard and with his voice going over the crowds he demanded for prices, for trades if the Mystic in auctioning has an owner, controlling the mad crowds of buyers, sellers and traders. "Sold to Master Karofsky for 600 pounds!" Mike yelled out as he pointed with his cane to the gentlemen.

Mr. David Karofsky, also known as Master Karofsky or simply just Karofsky, one of the richest farmers and entrepreneur, which is just a fancy term in this world for a Mystic collector, in McKinley held himself high for his freshly bought phoenix for a steal price of only 600 pounds. He pulled out the corners of his black tailcoat with his black gloved hands. Along with that he wore a grey vest, black slacks, a black puff tie and black shoes, his grey top hat under his arm. He watched as the fiery bird was wheeled off the stage and toward his wagon pulled by two great, strong ogres.

"The next Mystic we have up here is a minotaur from the far away land of Greece. Let's start the bidding at 100 pounds." Mike projected over the crowd.

Off in a dark corner of the courtyard was a man sitting atop his sole horse drawn carriage shaking his head at the selling of these creatures. Mr. Artie Abrams, one of the many carriage drivers in Lima, was a proud supporter for equal rights to the Mystics. He had read in the library about the time of peace humans and the Mystics had. Not to mention that but he owed his life to them when a unicorn saved him in the Woods. It was a long time ago and he was a child and he knew he should not have entered the Woods alone but in he went and within moments he fell down a ravine, breaking his legs. A unicorn slipped down the ravine many hours later when Artie was close to death and pulled him out and making the pain in his legs go away with a magical touch of its horn. Artie had lost consciousness then but he awoke in his home, his mother crying over him for the doctor could not save his legs and had to amputate them. Artie sighed deeply at the memory as he looked down at his specially tailored grey pants cut at where his knee would have been. At least he had his torso with his grey vest, black jacket and a black top hat upon his head. And at least he had a job, one of the only ones that would allow him to work despite his condition. The Minotaur ended up selling for 1200 pounds and Artie was pulled out of his thoughts as an impatient man climbed into his carriage unannounced and shouted a destination at him.

"All right citizens," Mike called out. "I am calling a recess. We will resume after ten minutes time." With that the crowd dispersed and Mike walked up to a friend of his Mr. Finn Hudson, a farmer in McKinley and a friend of Karofsky. Finn wore an ensemble closely resembling Karofsky's but not nearly as expensive or as dark. His tail coat was grey instead of black. "Why hello Finn. I didn't expect you here."

"Yes well…" Finn started. "I actually came here in hopes to run into Miss Berry." Miss Rachel Berry, a servant for an entrepreneur in Dalton, sometimes accompanied her master to Lima when it is necessary. Their love, because of the difficulties between McKinley and Dalton has been an impossible one, not forbidden. The forbidden loves are those between a human and a Mystic.

"Well I'm sorry to say that I haven't seen her master here as of late."

"I know he will come though. He never misses an opportunity to beat Karofsky in their little battle." The battle to which Finn was referring too was who can have the largest number of different Mystics. It is the two gentlemen's hope was to one day collect at least one of every Mystic before the other.

"You can't be certain that he'll bring her along though." Mike said not wanting to sadden his friend but still wanted to tell Finn the absolute fact.

"I know Mike. But still… I have to try."

"And for that I applaud you Finn. You go after your woman; I'm just a coward when it comes to Miss Tina." Miss Tina Cohen-Chang was one of Lima's most famous singers and entertainers along with a Miss Lucy Fabray, otherwise known as Quinn.

"Oh please Mike. The only reason you are afraid is because of their burley guard Puckerman." Mr. Noah Puckerman, otherwise known as Puck, was a well feared man because of all the crimes of burglary and property destruction he had committed. After he escaped from prison twice and then impregnating Miss Quinn, who kept her baby but then put it up for adoption; he was made into a guard by Miss Quinn herself as thanks for Puck's generosity and help. Finn had once fancied Miss Quinn, even once took her up as a potential wife, up until the pregnancy when all along she told him the baby was his when in fact it was Puck's. He felt no ill will towards the man, not anymore at least. The two have become thick as thieves, no pun intended.

Mike nodded slowly, agreeing with his friend. "Yes. Puckerman is definitely a problem."

"I'll tell you what." Finn said, a smile forming on his face. "I'll talk to Puck and see if he can't help you suitor Miss Tina."

"Do you think he'll agree to it?"

"He owes me still for the whole Quinn scandal. He'll do it."

"Thank you Finn. You are definitely a great friend." They continued on for the remainder of the ten minutes before Mike went back on stage to continue with the auction. "The recess has now officially ended and the auction shall commence once more." Mike bellowed as the first Mystic since the recess was wheeled up onto the stage. It was a male baby centaur.

As the crowd gathered a new cart came into the courtyard being pulled by two very fine horses. Two men sat at the seat of the cart and as the cart was parked one of the men stepped down and proceeded towards the auction. The other who had remained to tie up the horses was Mr. Wesley Montgomery, or simply known as Wes. He was a servant of his master but unlike other masters he was paid and was able to afford great clothing. He wore a white vest with a white shirt underneath, black puff tie, grey slacks, black shoes and a grey wool tweed or as we know it as a newsboy hat. Wes after tying up the horses followed after his master, Mr. Blaine Anderson. Blaine was the richest man in Dalton with a successful factory which made instruments of all kinds but mostly pianos and guitars. He wore a red vest with a white shirt, a black formal tailcoat, grey gloves, black pinstripe slacks and grey shoes with a grey top hat upon his head and a silver walking stick in his hand, just for show like Mike'. As Blaine took his spot in the crowd he noticed Karofsky on the other side of the crowd. He was the gentleman Karofsky was in a race with to retrieve the most Mystics. Blaine smirked to himself and looked back up onto the stage. He was not going to say it aloud but Blaine had a far lead ahead of Karofsky. With twenty-five Mystics back at his stately manor to Karofsky's twenty-one, twenty-two with the phoenix now, he was here to make it an even twenty-six. Wes stood behind him and looked up at the stage. "It seems like today they have some good looking Mystics."

"Yes Wes." Blaine spoke. "I believe you are right." Blaine watched as they wheeled off the third mystic that was staged after the recess. "They certainty look to be going fast enough."

Finn, still searching the crowds, spotted Blaine and started to make his way over to see if Rachel had accompanied him. Soon seeing that she had in fact not accompanied him he stopped and pondered what to do next. He wanted to tell Rachel something and if he told it to Wes, or even to Mr. Blaine, he might get the message relayed. And besides, it has been months since he last heard of her. Nodding to himself he came up to Blaine's side. "Excuse me, Master Blaine." Finn started, calling him master instead of Mr. to get on his good side. Blaine looked at Finn, a smile on his face as he recognized him. "I am Finn—"

"I know who you are Mr. Hudson." Blaine interrupted.

"Oh… Well then… May I ask how Miss Berry is doing?"

"She is doing well."

"G-Good. That's good." Finn paused, his nervousness getting to him. "Um… I was wondering… could you possibly…? I don't know… Could you pass a message to her? From me?"

"Depending on the massage."

"Um…" Finn started to blush. "C-Could you tell her that I… I love her?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow in intrigue and Wes pulled his eyes away from the auction to look at Finn. In love with Miss Berry? No offence to his fellow coworker but she is very self-interested. Blaine then smiled greatly at Finn. "Of course Mr. Hudson. I will have Wes here inform her when we go home."

"Thank you sir." Finn said bowing slightly. "Thank you." With that Finn left and both Blaine and Wes focused back on the auction.

"Hm…" Wes said softly. "Finn Hudson in love with Miss Berry. That is quite difficult."

"Yes." Blaine agreed. "But not impossible."

Mike stretched his back on stage and yawned. He has had a long day today and finally here came the last Mystic for sale. He watched as they wheeled the cage onto the stage. Mike stared at it as the cage came to a stop and with a clang the cage fell onto the wood stage as the humans left the stage. He sighed pitifully at the creature. If he sells it the life of the creature will not be a very good or long one. Mike turned and shouted towards the crowd. "Our final Mystic is an animal shape-shifter." There were some mutters. Shape-shifters were upon one of the strongest of all Mystics in power, animal shifters being more powerful than their human shifter counterparts. The shifters have a humanoid form when it is in rest, looking entirely human except for their slightly pointed ears. Some say they are like elves but elves have long pointed ears and often look more animal than human, shifters are the closets beings to humans besides humans themselves and were rare for captivity because of their great affinity with nature and magic helps them escape traps set by humans. The difference between the animal and human shifters are that animal shifters only take on the form of animals, wither it be magical or not while humans copy the form of other humans sometimes even down to the voice if they are skilled enough. "Now this shape-shifter was born and raised in captivity in California. He's a fourth generation."

"The wild ones are better!" A man's voice shouted out.

Mike chose to ignore it. "Let's start the bidding at 600 pounds."

"600! For that?" A woman's voice shouted. "It is completely disgusting!"

Mike sighed. "But it is an animal shifter—"

"I would pay ten pounds for him!" Came another man's voice.

As the jeers continued Mike tried to calm the crowd down but they continued without stop. Mike was about to yell that he'd drop the price when Blaine stepped onto the stage and the crowd increasingly became quiet. "Why… Master Blaine…" Mike started. "May I help you?"

Blaine looked at Mike and then at the shifter in the cage. Wes came onto the stage and stood behind Blaine as he too looked at the creature. "He does look in bad shape Master Blaine." Wes commented.

Blaine knelt for a better view into the waist high cage. He did look in horrid shape Blaine concluded to himself. The creature was resting against the cage, head down and his filthy brown hair came past his waist. The whole body was malnourished, the arms were stick thin the legs had hardly any muscle and as for the skin it was near colorless and sickly looking. And as for the collar on its neck, it was big and looked heavy and had spikes, it was meant to reframe transformations and so the owner can attach a rope and pull around the shifter like a dog. That collar is probably sinking into its skin thought Blaine as he continued to inspect the shifter more while Karofsky came onto the stage and stood off to the side as he too took a closer look at the shifter. Karofsky scoffed at the appearance. "It's pitiful. He's hardly worth your money Mr. Anderson."

Blaine ignored him and called for Mike who appeared at his left side. "Yes Master Blaine?"

"How are the transformations?"

"In his files it says that they are quite beautiful, even in this shape."

Blaine thought for a moment. "I want to see. Take the collar off." Without questioning Blaine, Mike pulled a key out of his pocket and went around to the back of the cage to slip the key in the slot. Turning the key the collar opened up and fell loudly inside the cage. Blaine felt concern as the shifter didn't even move from his spot, not even to rub his neck. Mike walked up to the front of the cage again and Karofsky stood before the cage too, the four men efficiently blocking the shifter from the crowd behind which moved up closer to the stage to be able to see. "Shifter, I command you to change." Blaine ordered. "And look at us when you do so." The shifter breathed in deeply and slowly raised its head up, eyes closed. Leaning his head on the cage the shifter opened his eyes and Blaine gasped at the rest color. It was a magnificent blend between grey, blue and green. He heard the others gasp too at his eyes which slightly annoyed Blaine for reasons beyond his comprehension. Suddenly the shifter's eyes glowed those three colors and he shifted into a dirty brown dog with the same magnificent eyes. "Again." Blaine heard himself say. Its eyes glowed again and it shifted into a brown cat. "Once more…" Once again the eyes glowed and the shifter shifted back to his human form before dropping his head back down. Blaine sighed and stood finally. The other three men eyed him as he stared at the cage. Moments passed of silence and Wes was about to urge his master to speak when suddenly Blaine said "I'll pay 2000 pounds for him."

"What!" The three men said in unison as the shifter's head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise. Some gasps from the crowd form those who heard. The four on the stage stood quietly as down below people asked what Blaine had said and a chain of gasps went to the very end of the crowd. Once the gasping had subdued Blaine repeated himself.

"I'll pay 2000 pounds for him." Blaine tore his eyes away from the shocked look of the shifter to look at Mike. Pulling out his wallet he started to pull out the cash without need to look into it to see which bills he was pulling up. "I'll pay for him right here and now in cash."

Karofsky shook his head at him. "No you won't Anderson. 2100."

Blaine eyed Karofsky. "You really want to play this game with me now Karofsky?" Karofsky eyed Blaine in a silent yes. "Fine then. 5000 pounds." Karofsky nearly fell over with his shock and the gasps from the crowd came again.

"You're insane Anderson." Karofsky said defeated. He turned and walked off the stage.

Mike exhaled and accepted only 2100 from Blaine. "I'm not allowing you to pay this much for him Master Blaine." Blaine merely nodded and signaled for some men to wheel the cage to his cart. Blaine watched as his new Mystic was wheeled away. Distantly he heard Wes speak to him but all he was focusing on was the shifter.

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