Hey there! Ever since the first Spectrobes game, the idea of Spectrobes meets normal high school teen has always been in the back of my head; here are the results.

Author's note: despite my Twilight references in this chapter, I am NOT a fan of the series—to slow-paced for me.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything Spectrobes.

Spectrobes Legends

Chapter 1

Mysterious Hilltop

I gazed out the bus window as the school bus traveled down the highway. It was odd how a mere millimeter changes beautiful forest-covered grassland into concrete roads, littler (illegally) tossed out of car windows, honking, and the overwhelming 'whoosh' of cars passing by non-stop. Oh, the things we have done to our planet.

But that was a problem to discuss on a Help the Environment forum on a social networking site. This wasn't my problem—even though it did make me feel like the Jar-headed monster of a marine and that corporate lunatic from James Cameron's Avatar. Every time I see so much as a tree being cut down I get this awful feeling in my gut and those two losers come to mind. It was the complete opposite of the feeling you get when you do something nice—it was like I was guilty for being a hum—"OW!"

A baseball slammed into the back of my head and landed next to me on the bus seat. I instantly turned around with the ball in my hand, poised to throw it at whoever hit me. Half the bus was snickering and (unsuccessfully) trying to play dumb.

Then an idea hit me.

Instead of playing into their loser game of make-fun-of-the-only-kid-that-listens-to-the-teacher I'd turn things around on them.

They waited for the ball to come flying back at them, so they could call me out to the teachers, but it never came back. It remained by my side as I drowned out the annoyed groans of the thwarted bullies with one of my favorite things to listen to; foreign music—most prominently, Japanese.

Due to cultural differences, in foreign countries, songs that don't have any deeper meaning are a lot rarer over there (no rhyme intended) then here in the States.

Don't let me down. Don't leave me now
tesaguri no in the dark

Also, because of America's enormous cultural influence, and the fact that English is the most widely spoken language in existence, around the world, you can often find English integrated into music. It helps me understand the song's meaning more easily.

Right on my way. Light out the stars
miushinawanai you ni

This song was called "HEAVEN." The meaning of the song can be figured out from the mood and the integrated English lyrics. The song starts off metal-like and dark, but it bursts into a more up-beat and powerful chorus singing about doing things like being in the dark until you find the one you're looking for, and "flying away into heaven"—hence the name of the song.

"Students! We're here!"

Here we go…

(…)

All the kids filed off the buses. It was windy, and that was a nice touch to the warmth. Ah; a perfect weekend for an overnight camping trip. I couldn't help but gawk at the huge hill that stuck out in our surroundings. I hadn't seen such a tall mass of greenery since I went to Hawaii as a kid with my family. It almost touched the cloud-line.

Above us was a sign that read "Master Peak Camp: Welcome!" In big, bold letters.

It took several minutes for the teachers to get all of the tenth and eleventh grades to shut up. Honestly; I can understand wanting to finish up your conversation, but why is it so hard to listen?

"Hello kids! I'm Jack!" A man with dark skin, a cowboy hat, and long hair walked came over waving his arms in the air. I didn't like how he addressed us as if we were in the sixth grade. He reminded me of the werewolf kid during the first twilight movie—only older, and a little buffer (keep in mind that I'm thinking of him in the fist movie, before he had become such a heart-throb). It was clear that he was excited to be among young kids…I found that creepy.

"My son, Keith, will show you to your cabins."

I heard a lot of girls chatter when they saw Keith. I didn't blame them. He was tall, dark, and had perfect hair—but I wasn't really looking for anyone right now. I preferred to stick to fictional characters that my parents wouldn't freak out about.

We followed him to some old-looking log cabins. I winced at the sight of them. My dad is an architect and my mom is an interior designer; I got a natural disposition towards ugly buildings from them.

"Girls in the cabin on the right, boys in the one on the left!" He yelled.

Thankfully, the inside of the cabins had been recently updated. The bunk beds weren't made out of those nasty woods covered in synthetic coating, but more modern materials and the mattresses weren't nearly as bad as I expected either. We all had to bring our own bedding; I unloaded the extra-fluffy stuff my sister stopped using after she graduated college. Once everything was set up, I placed the baseball—baseball?

Holy crap! I had kept it the entire time!

Well, I stuffed it and all the usual stuff (I-pod, phone, camera, keychain light, etcetera) into my knapsack. It was close to sundown when we got to the camp site, and we were going to road marshmallows over fire tonight; I, myself had been looking forward to that in particular since the field trip was announced months ago.

I changed out of my t-shirt/tang-top combination and into a tang-top and khaki pants. It was going to get a little colder, but not too much. On the way out, we had to pass the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of myself from a mirror attacked to the door.

"Have you ever thought of dying your hair?"

I turned around and saw a girl with long, curly hair smiling at me. I recognized her as Lily; she was really popular and a member of the cheerleading squad. I didn't' dislike her in the slightest; in fact, I kind of liked her. She was one of the few popular kids that was pretty dang nice.

"What?" I asked.

"The entire, 'dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin' thing is fine, but you could do so much better! I think you'd look awesome with red hair and—" she gasped. "Red eyes!"

I glared at her. "You don't seem like the one to be into that sort of look," I said.

"No—not, like, vampire red. More like a so-brown-in-the-right-light-it-could-be-red, red!"

"…Ooooookay. I'm gone."

(…)

I smashed a crispy marshmallow between two crackers and some chocolate, and ate it. The sweet goodness of the s'mors filled my mouth. I loved this taste.

The sun had completely set and everyone was gathered around a hue bonfire. We were all talking and roasting marshmallows together. It was really nice—it made you think that nothing could go wro—

"Alright kids, listen up!"

How come that whenever I'm about to make a deep and/or foreshadowing statement, I always get obnoxiously interrupted one way or another?

"While you're all listening, it's about time that I told you the old tale behind Master hill!"

"Why is it called 'Master Hill'?" Lily called out from right next to me. How convenient that my head was right next to her mouth!

"It might have been called something else." And now I noticed that Keith was on my other side. "The markings were scratched up; there was something written before 'master.' No one knows what."

Someone jokingly whispered the Twilight Zone theme.

"The tale goes like this: long ago, there was a war between humanity, and the darkness," Keith began.

"What is this? The never ending story?" I muttered.

"It seemed like the end for humanity; but then the earth gave humanity a great gift—something that would give them a fighting chance," Gale continued. "The Earth's winds, seas, flames, and plants gave birth to beings of light that would fight alongside a flaming-haired, hot-eyed warrior. The Master of the light—hence the name of the land you're stand—err—sitting on."

"it is said that the key to his power is hidden on the hill; and tonight, we're going to go and find it."

"Uncle!" Keith breathed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes; I'm sure."

The kids started to mutter amongst themselves. "They're probably setting us up to have a dude dressed up like the freak from Psycho jump out at us," one kid muttered. Somehow…I felt that wasn't the cas—

"Now split up into groups and get moving!"

OH COME ON!