Hey. I'm making a new fanfic, so here it is. This fanfic goes on the basis of:

A. Wizeman made more 1st level 'Maren after NJOD
B. Wizeman is never destroyed, simply defeated
C. When a 'Maren is destroyed, instead of going away, they just fall unconscious for a bit and continue existing
D. NiD and NJOD happened in the same sdimension and universe and stuff (they co exist together as one world)

I'll post it every Monday, and inbetween Mondays every now and then. So, here's the first chapter! Pleasse tell me what you think.

The Misadventures of Micorp the 'Maren

Chapter 1: The first impression

In a large, cube room, there was a lone 'Maren. She was sitting on a large, white chair in the center of the room. She was dangling her legs off the chair and fidgeting with them, staring at her feet. 'Useless lumps of tissue...' she thought to herself.

She was yellow in color, with a blue vest covering her whole torso. She had thin legs, but an average sized torso and arms. Her head, which had horns pointing straight up, was egg shaped. She was bored, and it showed on her face. If one concentrated on her right glove, they would notice the bump on her palm. She was restless.

She was created awhile after NiGHTS and Reala, and thus was usually seen as one of the inferior 'Maren, despite her 1st level rank. She usually hadn't minded, until today. Today, all the others created before her had gone on an Ideya hunt, or maybe a hunt for NiGHTS. She really didn't care. What she DID care about, however, was that she had not been allowed to come due to her inferiority.

She had tried to reason with them. "You must realize," she had said, "That with my clone, I could cover more distance! It would be like having two of me along instead of just one!" But no, "Master" Wizeman simply ignored her, and tossed her aside with his upper right hand. Before leaving, she heard him mutter something along the lines of "You ask me too much." So here she was, locked up in her own room.

It was, according to her Waking world clock, the middle of the day, so dreamers were rare, although she had gotten one or two. Still, this meant that she couldn't do either of her favorite things: Sleep or fly. She couldn't sleep because there were more dreamers today, and she was one of the only 'maren left. She couldn't fly because she had accidentally hit a wall last time, and was recovering. So all she could do all day until the other 'Maren returned was dangle her feet, scare the occasional visitor, steal the even more rare White Ideya.

She didn't even know why they needed more White Ideya. It wasn't like they didn't have enough already. But, such is the life of an inferior 'Maren. She couldn't even wander the castle that easily, as her feet were useless. She had never used them before, and was not about to now. To speak to "Master" Wizeman, she had to get an even MORE inferior 'Maren to take her to see him! She felt ashamed.

Her name was Micorp, and she knew that this was going to be a long, boring day.