Author's Note

I decided to try something New. And Darker. And in Third person. Did I mention Darker? Cause this Fic will be rather Dark, especially later on.

Let me know how you think I did, and if you'd like to see more of this one.
My other stories will get their love too, don't you guys worry though

White Washed

A young man of around Twenty-Six years old was making his way through crowds of people. The slight scowl on his face was conflicting with the smiles of everyone around him. His name was Fletcher, but in this place, he was Zeno. He, along with thousands of others, had dressed up and went to a Convention. His sour mood was because his current get up, of Zeno from Zatch Bell, was incomplete. He had everything from the White shoes and cloak to painstakingly dying his hair White. He didn't have Two things, Purple eyes, and his Spell Book, simply because of one arrogant cosplayer. One of the very few 'Mamodo' cosplayers had seen his hand-crafted Book of Spells, and went to security. He told them that I stole his book before it could be finished, hence the white look. The security guy basically snatched away his book and gave the 'Zatch' wannabee the White book.. His anger spiked when he watched the blonde idiot slather his book in Red spray paint and smile at his friend dressed as Kiyo. He was overflowing with anger, but he knew he would be outnumbered if he made any sort of move to get it back. He didn't have friends like the 'Zatch' and 'Kiyo' idiots, he had come alone.

Tucking his arms into his cloak so he wouldn't bump into anyone, he weaved through the crowd until he made it near an exit.

"No point in staying if my outfits not up to par.." He muttered to himself. He reached for the handle of the door, only to get thrown down as it burst open. A few cosplayers dressed as animals of some kind had slammed their way through the door, making Fletcher skid backwards. As he turned around to yell at the idiots, his face contorted into rage, he caught a glimpse of something that made him stop in his tracks.

There. In a stall. Was another Book. A White one. It even had the same hourglass like symbol under the random glyphs that made up the Mamodo language. It was almost calling to him. He blinked his eyes closed when someone got in his line of sight to it. He rushed around immediately, only to see the same stall had had been almost cleaned up entirely in what seemed like a few seconds. How long had he been staring at the Book?

Regardless, he found himself making sure the book never left his sight again, even as he ducked and swerved around other people. As soon as he entered the stall, he picked up the book, as it had been on front display under an empty podium. The podium being in front of a wall of Mask's and different accessories like hats and suck. Each reminding him of different Anime. But his attention quickly went back to the White Book in front of him.

It's design was perfect, it was almost as if it was ripped right from the show. It almost didn't look real, Cartoonish even.

"Amazing.." He muttered as he reached for the Book.

Another hand gently smacked his own away, before a voice broke his attention.

"Yes, quite. Your my Third Customer today.. Which is odd, seeing as I only ever get one per Convention." The man that spoke turned out to be wearing a Very Authentic looking Merchant outfit from the Resident Evil series. Specifically the Fourth one. He even had the same smile, as a shiver went down Fletcher's back as the sight brought back a few memories lost to gaming. "It must be my lucky day!" The Merchant guy sang out in his slightly gravely voice. Fletcher simply looked from the man to the book, his eyes squinted in slight concern for the man's odd behavior.

"The Spell Book is One of my more.. Odd pieces, so not many have looked at it. It has a strict 'No Touching' policy unless you buy it. I can open it for you, but it is very delicate." The man said, as he flipped open the book with practiced and quick hand movements. The pages flashing through Fletcher's vision, and his eyes widened, as he saw that it was indeed filled with the 'Mamodo' language. He instantly knew he needed that book, it was like the book itself was made for him.

"I'll take it." Fletcher said, as he reached out for the Book. It was gently snapped shut as the Merchant laughed lightly.

"The price is a simple Four Hundred." He replied instantly. An audible gulp was heard.

Fletcher had only brought Three Hundred with him to the Convention. His eyes widened, as his mind raced.

The book was all he needed, he could feel it. Maybe he could bargain? His wallet was worth maybe Twenty. His shoes? No, the man looked as though he wouldn't take anything less than what he deemed fair..

Fletcher's face once again contorted in rage. If that prick hadn't stolen his book then he could have traded it for this better one. People suck, there's no 'ifs' or 'buts'. This kind of crap always happened to him, always the short stick in life-

"Don't have it?" The Merchant had asked, his smile still present, however it seemed a bit more forced than it was a bit ago. How long had he stood there trying to figure this out?

"..I've got Three Hundred." Fletcher tried, his voice low, as he tried to keep his calm. "My wallet is worth around Twenty.." He continued. "Do you take.. Shoes?" He asked quietly, and his voice full of defeat. Not hearing any response, he found the Merchant staring thoughtfully at the book in his hand. Fletcher slowly uncurled his hands from his cloak, he had unconsciously gripped it to the point that the fabric was tearing slightly.

"You now.. It's been a while since if seen someone come in here, and get attached to one of my items as bad as you. The fact that you would offer me your own shoes for a book makes me smile. Sure kid, I'll take the Three hundred and the Wallet. Keep the shoes. You'll need them." He said cryptically. Fletcher, eyes wide, reached behind his back and found his wallet In his back pocket. Giving the whole thing to the Merchant's open hand. He seemed to weigh it in his hand, before smirking.

"You shortchanged yourself, the wallet is worth Thirty." He laughed gently as he handed Fletcher the Book. Unable to say anything, he reached up and took the Book. Upon touching it, a small spark flicked across his hand, shocking him. He yelped in surprise, but he found himself unable to drop the book. A burning sensation began spreading down his arm, as he watched his arm change. Slowly, he watched his hand and fingertips lose quality, like they were being erased from a drawing. The diminishing quality stopped when his hand was a pasty White. The burning spread across his chest and then to his other extremities, however the burning solidified into what felt a Sun in his chest. The pain stayed in his chest, even as the other pain from his limbs stopped. The pain was too much, and he blacked out. His last sight was the Merchant frowning down at him before pulling a curtain in his shop.

----Location: Unknown----

Fletcher woke up, and his first thought was vocalized, with every ounce of his being.

"Fucking hell!" He sat up, as he gripped at his chest, the pain nothing but a phantom. He sat there breathing heavily, as he relaxed. His body feeling numb for whatever reason. It was when he opened his eyes did he begin to realize what was wrong.

Snow.

There was nothing but snow around him. Where the hell was he?! The numbness made a lot more sense now that he watched the snow falling. A rush of wind blew around him, whipping his hair around. Surprisingly enough, he didn't feel cold. A part of him wanted to crack a joke about being 'Cold hearted' but it was drowned out by the now raging winds. Beside him a fluttering noise gently grabbed his attention over the wind. As he looked in the direction of the noise, he was surprised. If it wasn't for the movement caused by the wind, he would have never seen the White Book that sat open in the snow as it pages flipped rapidly through itself. Reaching over, he grabbed the book, but paused as he looked at his hand. It was still the same pasty White from before, and was still missing almost all the definition it had before. In fact, it looked quite small as well when griping the Book. Tucking the book under his arm the best he could, he looked around in more detail.

All around were hills of snow, nothing but a White expanse and a Grey sky overhead. Taking a few steps forward, he found himself tripping. Landing in the knee high snow, he pulled himself up, and shook his head of snow.

"The fuck?!" He swore, as he got angry once more. His anger more towards the snow getting in his face rather than the fall itself. However, his eyes widened. Only now did he realize something else was wrong.

"The hell's with my voice? Why do I sound like a kid?" He asked himself, his anger disappearing with his curiosity. For a second his mind was clear as he asked that question, until the end, when he bit his tongue.

"Ah! Damnit, why are my teeth so fucking sharp?!" He called out, his rage resurfacing. His mind was racing with a Hundred different thoughts. From being confused to where he is, to what happened to him in between, he was getting more questions than answers. And all this stress at once made his anger at everything snap, if only a little.

But it was enough.

"God Damnit!" He yelled out as loud as he could, pounding his fist into the snow. A small crackling noise stopped his tantrum before it could start. He looked to his hand as he plucked it from the snow, to find a small, almost invisible line of White Lightning snap from his wrist to his fingers. His mind slowly flushed out the useless thoughts and focused on what he knew.

He had bought a book from a strange man, and in touching the book he was changed. From what he could tell by what he had seen, he had been changed into a cartoon character of sorts. His skin was White, he was smaller than he was by a large margin, and his teeth were sharper. The only solid conclusion he could come up with was also the most unbelievable.

He'd transformed into Zeno? Lightning Emperor Zeno? From Zatch Bell? His favorite Anime character.. In any other circumstance, you'd suppose most people would jump for joy and freak out at the same time. But Fletcher- No. If he had truly turned into Zeno, then he would carry that name and make it his own.

Zeno, wasn't like the other people. He knew that freaking out would get you nowhere. The only thing you can do is keep a cool, collected head. He tucked the book as snug as he could to himself. He would have to find a way to protect his Book. It would be easy if there aren't any other Mamodo around, he could pass it off as just reading material from another country. That would explain why nobody would be able to read it.

That is, assuming he found someone, or something. This snowy expanse was everywhere. Looking around, he found a hill, that he assumed was mostly snow or ice. Placing his Book down at his feet, and walking a few circles around it so he wouldn't lose it. He focused on the information that he had gathered before.

'Zeno' was one of the strongest Mamodo's to exist. His power came from the training he received from not getting Zatch's Bau. His training raised his Spell Power and his Physical prowess to levels you only saw from final bosses in games. In a way, that's what he was.

Zeno raised his hand, and concentrated. He focused on the feeling of the Lightning he had seen earlier. He knew that the real 'Zeno' had a decent control of his Lightning powers without the use of his book. When his partner uses a spell the power of the actual spell is insane. Thinking on this, Zeno focused on the slight burning feeling that still resided in his chest. He felt it. The pure power behind that burning was ridiculous, but there was a problem. The burning got stronger the closer he got to the power. He caught a few residual waves of power as it petered off the main source, but it wasn't enough.

He needed to know what he was working with. He pushed, and dove his focus into the burning center. Feeling as though his entire body was being electrocuted while being covered in Third degree burns, he grabbed what he could and pulled back. As his focus flew away from the deathtrap, he saw a flash of White Lightning flash out and collide with the snowy hill in front of him. Instantly he collapsed to his knee's, both from exhaustion, and pain. Panting heavily with One eye closed, he watched as the steam faded away. A hole just big enough for him to crouch through was there. He grabbed his Book and crawled slowly into the new cave. Laying down using the Book as a pillow, he relaxed. Even though his body was wracked with pain, he found himself smiling. He lay there, focusing on the burning feeling. Trying to figure it out before he fell asleep an hour later.

----Several Hours Later----

Zeno sat in his cave, the cave flickering between utter darkness and bright light. He had his hand in front of him, and was gently pulling and flexing his Electrical Magic. He had made note that the burning sensation didn't lessen at all with all his testing. In fact, the longer he kept trying to use it, the worse it got. This must be the wall between him and his powers. The Books hold on his power.

The burning didn't lessen, but if you feel the same pain enough you adjust. Start small, and work up.

*Crunch*

The snow crunching outside his cave made him snuff out his Lightning by clenching his fist. A shadow walked by the cave entrance, and stopped in front of it. The head of a horse like creature suddenly popped into the mouth of the cave. Its fur a deep Brown, and its eyes far too big to be a normal horse. Its Green eyes met Zeno's.

*Zap*

With a swift motion of his hand, and an almost instinctual reaction, Zeno had blasted the thing with a small bolt of Lightning. He watched as it lay twitching on the ground, it's eyes a comical swirl. Zeno stood up and walked over to the creature. His curled into a frown as he looked it over. It almost looked like the Mamodo 'Ponygon' only Brown and bigger. The damn thing's head was almost as big as his Book. Was it a Mamodo? If it was, then his plans for keeping quiet are going to be harder if it knows he's there. He needed more information.

Grabbing the creatures cloak, he dragged it into his cave and propped it up against the wall farthest away from the cave entrance. He moved his Book to the front and sat on it like a chair, a hand under his chin as he waited. His frown deepened in frustration as the horse didn't wake up after a few minutes.

"Hey!" He called, his sharpened teeth gritting slightly. "If you don't wake up, I'll kill you." He said as calmly as possible. As if it heard him, the horse opened it's eyes. The vibrant Green slightly dulled out from grogginess.

"H-huh?" A voice called out. From the horse. Zeno's frown fell just a bit further, Lightning pulsed in his free hand as it clenched, reacting to his anger. As the horse got up onto it's Four legs and shook it's head slightly. "Where.. Am-" Its eyes met Zeno's again, only this time they were filled with fear. The reflection of Zeno's own Purple eyes and sharp teeth could be seen in the horse's Green ones.

Zeno smirked slightly.

'At least it knows fear.' Zeno thought to himself.

"What's your name?" Zeno asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. The horse looked around, and it's ears flattened out on it's head.

'Heh, it knows it can't escape.' Zeno chuckled darkly to himself.

"S-Stone Splitter" It stuttered out. It's voice low but definitely Male. Zeno simply blinked, and laughed lightly.

"What kind of name for a Mamodo is that?" Zeno asked, still laughing.

"M-Mamodo? What's that? I'm an Earth Pony." Stone's voice got a little louder as he started defending himself. "What are you?" He asked, starting to stand up.

"Me? I'm a Mamodo." Zeno raised a hand, and White Lightning coated his hand making the stallion freeze. "Sit." Zeno commanded. Almost instantly, Stone sat down, his eyes wide at the crackling electricity.

"H-how are you doing that?! What are you?!" Stone cried out in fear, his fur standing on end like a cats when they sense danger.

"I told you, I'm a Mamodo." After waiting a few seconds for some kind of response, Zeno lowered his hand, the Lightning disappearing. "Then you don't know. Oh well, answer me this then. Do you know what a 'Human' is?" Zeno asked. Stone looked at him oddly before answering.

"No, is that a new species or something?" He asked.

"No no, never mind. One more question. What are you, and how do I find the nearest town?" Zeno asked, his Purple eyes unblinking. When Stone hesitated to answer, Zeno raised his hand as Lightning coated it once again. "I won't ask again." He spoke, his eyes narrowing and his smile fading.

"I-I'm an Earth Pony. One of the Three Pony races. The others are Unicorns and Pegasi." He paused for a second before continuing. "I was on my way to the Crystal Empire to the North, on orders from Princess Luna and Princess Celestia to check on the city. Prince Sombra haven't been answering the Princesses call for a meeting." Stone elaborated on his own. Zeno thought for a bit, his Lightning still crackling in his hand.

"And your King and Queen? I assume they are Unicorns?" Zeno asked, his curiosity peaking.

"Nope" Stone shook his head, "No Queen or Kings in Equestria, only the Princesses. And they are Alicorns, a magical joining of all Three races in one. The strength of an Earth Pony, the speed and wings of a Pegasus, and the Magic of a Unicorn," Stone explained. Zeno listened and took in all the information that the stallion in front of him was feeding him. He smiled a bit when Stone finished talking.

"Thank you, that information will go to a great cause." Zeno said, as he watched Stone take the gratitude with a smile. "And so will your cloak. Take it off." Stone's eyes widened at the demand. Reaching a shaky hoof up to the clasp, he unhooked his cloak. It fell to the ground in a heap, and with it a small bundle of safety rope.

"Great!" Zeno quickly grabbed the cloak and rope and began fiddling with his Book, his back turned. Stone slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with anger at the strange creature that stole from him. As he took a slow step forward, the snow crunched just a little under his hoof. Zeno stopped moving, and turned slightly to look at Stone.

"If you didn't move you would have lived for just a bit longer." Zeno's eyes were cold. He raised his hand. "But what's a minute anyway.."

*Zap*

In a flash there was a scream.

Zeno left the cave, behind him the smoking remains of the pony had filled the cave with Black smoke. Zeno flipped up the hood of the Brown cloak and adjusted the makeshift backpack/book under it. The cloak billowed out much like his own White one, and the only thing you could see was his sharp toothed grin as he made his way North.

----A Day Later----

"I should have eaten that stupid horse.." Zeno muttered to himself as his stomach growled for what felt like the millionth time in less than an hour. He had been walking non-stop and was getting fed up with not seeing anything in the distance. His only source of entertainment was watching these weird Blueish wisps of wind fly around him. He watched as some came close to him, but most stayed away. Only one had touched him, but it had flashed away as a small spark shot from Zeno's hand. Since then they had been slowly increasing in number.

Suddenly they started swirling together. They piled together and made what looked like Ghost horses. They let out a howl that screeched over the howling winds of the blizzard. One burst from the circling collection and zoomed over to Zeno. On instinct Zeno raised a hand and swatted at the Apparition. HIs hand fazed right through it and he felt some of his stamina deplete. Zeno looked to his hand, then back to the flying Apparition. With a frown, his hand lit up with White Lightning.

"If you think your strong enough then come, and try your luck." Zeno spoke, his voice as cold. The Apparition flew at him again, only to get a small blast of electricity blasted at it. It was sent flying, the wisps of Blue starting to split off. It caught itself mid-air and began piecing itself back together. With a shrill howl, it rushed Zeno. Along with the rest of the Apparitions. One by one they flew by, attacking Zeno.

The first was dodged, as Zeno followed it and blasted it with a bolt of Lightning, It's power similar to the first. Quickly he turned around and jumped, aiming his hand down. Launching another bolt at the one below him, he found himself getting nicked by one on the arm. He flung his arm up and zapped that one as well, his frown deepening. Landing, he dove to the left, Three of them rushing by him. Each of them getting a blast of Lightning. He was hit by another one, this time on the leg. He turned to his right and went to launch another bold when he froze up.

The burning, it was getting stronger. It was getting harder to focus on what was happening.

Another Three flew through his abdomen, causing him to stumble slightly.

'Stop fucking hitting me..'

The burning was still getting worse.

One went through his chest, as he stopped trying to move, and grit his teeth.

'Annoying flys!'

It felt like Lava was coming from his chest! His teeth were grit not in pain, but in anger.

Another one flew in front of him, and flew into his face. Zeno's face snapped up at the Apparitions that floated around him. His eyes glimmering in rage.

"Enough!" He called out, a blast of White Lightning burst from his hand, and pulsed around him. The Lightning vaporized the screaming banshees all at once. Zeno watched as the clouds overhead darkened due to the extreme amount of electricity in the air. He was panting, but it was more of a 'rage' induced breathlessness rather than a fatigue based one.

"So.. My Lightning power gets easier to use the angrier I get?" Zeno asked himself out loud.

"Indeed." A deep voice growled out from nowhere and echoed out over the snowy hills. Zeno's eyes traced landed on a small growing pool of Black liquid. From it a form started to take shape. After a few seconds, in front if him stood a Unicorn. A massive one at that. Judging by the lack of wings, and royal attire, Zeno could guess who it was.

"Greetings, Prince Sombra." Zeno, couldn't help his smirk. He had planned on meeting him at some point, the fact that Sombra had found him was just a plus. Sombra was a dark gray unicorn with a black spiky mane and tail. Sombra's horn was curved, smooth, sharp at the tip and it gradients from dark Gray to Red. He had sharp teeth with two visible fangs unlike the other pony and Red irises, the White of his eyes appear Green and have a Purple mist emanating from them. He was wearing silver armor on his legs and neck, a crown with horn-like points on his head, and a red cape that covers his flank.

"It's King Sombra now." He growled out. He seemed to study Zeno for a bit, before continuing. "What are you, and what do you want? Answer quickly so that I may leave." He growled out again.

"My name is Stone Splitter. I'm an emissary of Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. May I seek shelter for a bit?" Zeno replied, trying his best to act meek. Sombra studied him, as if staring into his soul, before answering.

"A pony name for a non-pony.. You must have quite the story. Come we shall discuss this over dinner." He spoke in his growling tone, as Zeno had guessed, it must be his accent of something. In an instant a dark portal opened up behind Sombra and he backed up into it. Zeno followed shortly after, after blinking away the nonchalant magic use. Stepping through the portal, he found himself inside a castle. The walls were made of Crystal, even the floor was Crystal.

"I never thought it would actually be completely made of Crystal." Zeno muttered to himself.

"Sit." Sombra's voice called out from a short distance away. In front of him was a table that he was sat in front of. On the table was a buffet of different meats and Crystals. Zeno watched as Sombra grabbed one of the larger Crystals with a hoof, and gnawed a chunk off. He chewed and swallowed before talking.

"So, Stone Splitter was it?" He asked. Zeno knew what he wanted.

"O-oh! Right. About a year ago, I was found by Princess Celestia. I didn't have any memories of before my arrival, so she named me after the fact that I split a rock with my head on my way down a flight of stairs.." Zeno kept his voice meek. "I've always had these weird powers over Electricity, but Celestia forbids its use since it thrives on my anger.." Zeno reached out and took a leg of.. Chicken? He couldn't quite tell. Chomping down on it, he found himself wanting to jump onto the table and eat everything. But he needed to keep up his weak and meek persona.

"Ah, my dear Stone. Your talent is wasted! Your power could be very useful, let me train you to use your anger." Sombra said, his smirk showing through his attempt at a caring smile. Zeno dropped his, now just a bone, onto the plate and looked up. His hood still covering his face.

"You'd do that?!" He asked. He watched as Sombra walked over to him and put a hoof around his neck.

"Why of course! You eat up, and rest. We can start your training tomorrow." He lifted a small bowl of Crystals up with an aura of Black Magic and took it with him, as he started laughing to himself as he walked through the door.

Zeno waited for Sombra to leave before grabbing the plate with the Chicken on it, and leaned back. Putting his feet on the table as he took a bite, he smiled.

'Are all these ponies this gullible?' He chuckled lightly, as he thought about what he needed to do next. His attention was ripped from his thoughts as another pony came up to him. This one was Blue, yet had an almost Crystalline film over its fur. On closer inspection, Zeno was positive that the pony was indeed made of Crystal..

'And I bet they're called Crystal Ponies..' He thought dryly.

"Yes?" He asked, slipping back into his meek persona.

"I'm Crystal Shine, I was told by Lord Sombra to show you to the Guest room." The monotone voice of this pony responded. Its voice female, but lacking any Reason or Will behind it.

Zeno couldn't help but smile, both internally and externally, at the way this 'King Sombra' ran his Kingdom.

"Of course, thank you!" Zeno nodded his head as he followed Crystal down a corridor and into a room. Without a word, she left him alone, closing the door behind her. Zeno looked around the room, and found it plain. The walls were the same Color as the rest of the Castle. There was only One window and it's only view was the Ponies below them hauling crystals from some mine. Each one looked worked to the bone and each had the saddest look on their faces. Turning away from the window, he noted a mirror on a desk. He walked over to it and flipped his hood off his head. In his reflection was almost everything he thought it would be. The hair a pure White, the pasty skin, and the lines connecting his eyes to well past his mouth. The only thing wrong where his eyes. Yes they were Purple..

But they lacked that burning intensity that 'Zeno' had. He assumed it was the anger that the boy felt for his brother. But 'Fletcher' had been a fairly aggressive and angry person as well.

Well, I guess it's hard to compare years of resentment from getting something taken from you.

Oh well, He was fine with everything as it was.

Plopping his book on the side where it could be easily put back onto his shoulders, he laid down on the bed, to think.

His next step was to train his powers more, until he got used to using his Magic constantly. He'll never have full control without someone to read his book, But he didn't need others to make him stronger.. He wasn't Zatch.

Zeno's hand clenched at the thought, the sound of cloth tearing caught his attention. His eyes widened.

'Even when its me doing the thinking, this body still has so much anger subconsciously that it makes me angry as well.' He thought to himself as he relaxed once more, And continued his train of thought.

After gaining sufficient power, his next step was to kill off Sombra. The Crystal Empire is already a good starting point, he just needs to prepare a bit..

So much to do.. So much to do..

Zeno's light snoring was soon heard as he fell asleep. His sharp-toothed smirk showing even as he slept.