The EX-Chapters of Storm's Brewing are chapters that, while related and considered canon to the main story, do not have impact on or drive the main plot. Therefore, they have been labeled with the Chapter EX name, and will be posted on this page.

Chapter EX-1: Flowing Like Time Edit

Chapter EX-1 takes place before the fourth round of the Caliosteo Cup. It examines various alternate timelines corresponding to events that were suggested or once did happen within the story.

I yawned as I looked over at Thea, who, despite the early hour, was furiously mashing the buttons on her controller. Her face, however, was lazily staring at the screen, and she didn’t have her usual focus.

“Y’know,” she hung her head over the couch, fingers still pressing away, “I’ve been wondering. How long have we really been here?”

I chuckled a bit. “Yeah I know. It’s been what, three weeks? It feels like it’s been a year.”

“More than that. Maybe six?”

“That might be pushing it,” I laughed, but something about what she said was hitting home for me. A strange nagging feeling filled me, as if I’d already been through this before. I leaned a tiny bit in the dining room chair.

I found myself awake on the couch, the television off and the controllers placed to the side.

“Well?” I looked over at Thea, who was staring at me from the doorway. “Are we going?”

“Going where?” I asked.

“To the Soda Shoppe. This was your idea, you know. You had some big story to tell.”

“Hey! Don’t doze off on me like that.” Thea’s face was hovering above my head, the game’s pause screen music humming quietly behind me.

“Sorry.” I thought for a second, “Hey, did we have anything planned for today?”

“No. Unless you mean the fourth round of the Cup, but that starts tomorrow.”

“Alright, just wanted to check. If it’s alright with you, I’m probably gonna take a nap so I don’t start falling asleep again.”

“Go ahead, knock yourself out.”

I grinned at the pun. “Hopefully I won’t have to.”

“Derrick! Quit staring at the scenery and get over here already!” I was currently standing on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the sky, before I turned to see Bob.

“Derrick?” I asked. “Who’s Derrick?”

“Huh?” Bob stopped in his tracks, visually confused. “That’s you! What, did you hit your head or something?”

“No… At least, I don’t think so. Sorry Bob, things are just a little confusing right now.”

“Bob? I’m Anthony. You’ve known me for years!”

The scene in front of me shifted, the mountainous backdrop condensing to the familiar view of the Fighter Station.

“Excuse me, Damon, is it? Can you come back into the Cleaning Room, please?” I quickly moved away from the reception desk and headed inside as ordered. There, Stella was overseeing a dozen staff members who were hurriedly trying to sort through a massive pile of fossils from a collapsed shelf. “Uh, sorry, what did you need me for?”

“Your Carno rolled in here and crashed into the shelf of fossils.”

“Uh, I’m sorry? I’m pretty sure my Carno went outside, not in here.”

Stella frowned. “Please, don’t play innocent. There are plenty of witnesses that saw your Carno roll in from the plaza through the front doors.”

“No, really, all you have to do is ask that Seth guy, he-” I was cut off by Stella’s raised hand.

“I understand you’re probably new at all this, but I need you to be honest with me.”

I looked over to Bob, staring at me, quickly waving his hand in front of his throat.

The world warped once again, shifting up a floor to the dorm room.

“Hi! You must be our other roommate! My name’s Kelesy, and that’s Thea. My boyfriend Primacron’s in the other room over there.” The young lady standing in front of me pointed at the room that Primacron and I shared.

“Huh,” without thinking, I spoke, “I didn’t know Primacron had a girlfriend.”

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “You know Primacron? He didn’t mention knowing anyone else here.”

“Sorry, sorry. I uh, met him in the hall. After the entrance ceremony. Sorry if I offended you, uh…”

“Malarie. Geez, you should really pay more attention when people talk to you,” she huffed.

“Wait didn’t you just say your name was-”

“Candace! Are the ears on your head just for decoration?”

Another shift, only this time, to a completely unfamiliar location. Ice was spread out as far as I could see.

I shivered slightly, unprepared for the lower temperatures. As I looked around for some sign of familiarity, I locked on to a man in a bone suit.

“Hey! You over there, can you tell me-” I stopped as the face turned, a mask hanging behind his head. “Rubicon?”

“Huh? No, err, I’m Brutus.” He stammered, clearly taken aback by my presence.

“Yo, Rubicon, what’s the hold up?” Bob shuffled out from underneath the snow, clearly dressed for the weather. “We’re finally making progress on the search for the Oonga Oonga!”

“Brutus” sighed, and replacing his skull mask, looked over at me. “I’m really sorry about this,” he muttered, before a pterosaur made entirely of green bones appeared in front of my face. It screeched as the ice began to shudder, the outline of a yellow whale in the background.

When I opened my eyes, the ice had morphed back to the lush greenery of Ribular.

“Look out!” I barely had time to react to Thea’s scream when a large star-shaped object crashed in the center of the plaza. Out of the rubble strode a blue blob, with arms and legs. It vaguely reminded me of a video game character I liked to play as, before it spoke.

“Citizens of Caliosteo, I have come from far away to win your tournament! Behold the might of my Shurizen, whose claws can-”

“No!” I shouted. “Absolutely not! This is completely ridiculous!”

I blinked, and I was awake in my bed, back in the dorm. Pinching myself once for good measure, I pulled out my phone and sent Lucille a message.

“What in Frigi’s name was in that salad!”

Chapter EX-2: In Endless Dreams Edit

Chapter EX-2 takes place following the fourth round of the Caliosteo Cup. It further examines alternate timelines representing various events that were suggested or once occurred within the story's history.

Lucille and I were sitting on the couch, a “Ribular Medley” placed in front of us on the coffee table. “There’s really nothing weird in this?” I asked for around the twentieth time.

She shook her head, her small hat somehow hanging on. “I’m telling you, everything’s one hundred percent natural! The lettuce is picked from the Petrified Woods, the watercress is from Treasure Lake,” she counted on her fingers as she ran through the various ingredients in the surprisingly complicated salad. “And finally, the melon spuds, picked straight from the Jungle Labyrinth. I have complete confidence in my suppliers, they wouldn’t have just thrown something weird into your-”

Realizing what she’d just said, I groaned. “Melon spuds? Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”

She glanced at me, confused. “They’re supposed to provide you with a kick of energy! Not make you dream some weird dream with blue blobs and shuriken dinosaurs.”

“I’m sure that’s what they’re supposed to do, but the last time I had melon spuds I ended up dreaming about some girl named Jenna, high school on a Sunday, and whatever Thunder Bones are. And don’t even get me started on their grammar.”

“Hmmmm,” she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Are you sure it’s not something else?”

I looked down at the list I’d been writing. “Absolutely.”

Lucille grinned a bit. “Well I guess there’s only one way to know for sure. Say ‘Ah!’”

“Wha-” I stopped as Lucille flicked a chunk of melon spud from the salad we were examining with absolute precision. I coughed a couple times. “Lucille!”

“Let me know how it goes. Sweet dreams!” She ran for the exit; I tried to throw one of the aptly named pillows from the couch, but she closed the door, blocking the projectile’s path. Poking her head back in, she quipped, “Hey, ya missed pal!” before winking and closing the door again. I could only sigh. There wasn’t much to do but wait.

“You’re an idiot.” I stood against the Bonehead Hollow at Treasure Lake, watching Thea reprimand Bob.

“I’m not an idiot!” He yelled back, obviously upset.

There was someone else missing from this scenario, though. “Hey, where’s Dino?” I asked.

“Dino? That kid we haven’t seen since kindergarten? Why would he be here?” Bob dusted himself off, still glaring at Thea.

“Saving you?”

“No one saved me, I fell straight to the floor!”

“Which makes you an idiot!” Thea cried.

The scenery shifted to the Fighter Station, a “Closed for Repairs” sign over the door.

“Well, I guess you owe me some ice cream, huh?” Thea nudged me in the side as she pointed at the clock.

“Huh? Why would that be?” Apparently, I’d made a bet, but on what?

“It’s a minute ‘till nine. If Bob doesn’t make it back in time, then you owe me!” Just as she finished, a large thud sounded as Bob picked himself up off the floor.

“Whew… hey, so… are we going to… go in… or not?” he wheezed, an odd red-striped container in his hand.

I found myself inside some sort of ruins, though the floor was littered with crumpled pieces of paper and half-finished diagrams.

“Hey, are we almost done here?” A man wearing a smartly-pressed tuxedo was leaning against a wall. He lifted his sunglasses as he continued. “I doubt we can stay in this dump much longer.”

A scattering of sparks erupted, before the other figure in the room took off a welding helmet. He stood, a cape billowing outwards as he turned towards the other figure. “Of course. Preparations are complete. We leave at sunrise.” A grin crept over his face. “We’ll reveal them for the fools they are.”

“Hey! What are you doing here?!” A feminine voice shouted from behind me, and I spun, only to find the walls crumbling.

The ruins collapsed around me, revealing the vast expanse of ocean, with Caliosteo quickly pulling into sight. I was currently stationed behind a few crates on the deck of a ship.

“We’re now approaching Ribular Island. I hope you enjoyed your trip, and good luck with the Caliosteo Cup!” A voice called from inside the cabin.

Another voice replied, “Thank you very much, captain!” I peeked, and saw a dark-haired girl disembark from the ship.

“Huh…” I mumbled. “This one seems surprisingly normal. Nothing crazy or out of the ordinary, no arguments, nothing.” It was a little strange. However, as I got up to leave myself, a large wave shook the boat, sending me overboard.

The sounds of the TV shook me awake, Thea gaming as usual, though seated on the floor rather than the couch.

“You know you’re in my spot, right?” She asked, without taking her eyes from the screen.

I yawned slightly as I righted myself. “Why didn’t you move me then?”

“Lucille and Primacron both said not to. For different reasons.”

I sighed. “I’ll bet.”

At that moment, Lucille poked her head out of her bedroom. “Hey sleepy head! Anything interesting to tell me?”

Chapter EX-3: Countless Realms Collide Edit

Chapter EX-3 takes place following the fifth round of the Caliosteo Cup. It examines multiple universes and their relationship to the main story's timeline.

Chapter EX-4: The Rain Falls Edit

Chapter EX-4 takes place after the Caliosteo Cup's conclusion, one month after the fight against Ray ends. It examines Damon's memories of his life before the Caliosteo Cup.

I felt a nudge on my hand as I stared out across Lake Renata. Rather than hover off the floor like he did normally, Elasmo instead opted to lay flat on the sand.

“Yeah, I know buddy. It really has been a long time since we’ve been here.” Watching the gentle lapping of the shore, the memories filled my head, playing out almost like a movie.

My parents first brought me here when I was seven. While the trip was mainly to examine the lakeside house, I was immediately enamored by the view of the lake. The June sun reflecting off the water made for a dazzling sight, and my parents could barely pull me away to give me another gift; the blue rimmed medal that would soon become my closest partner. Back then, revival was still a fairly new technology; even though my father had a friend that “knew a guy,” it couldn’t arrive in time for my birthday. I remembered laughing as I tried petting Elasmo, who initially recoiled in suspicion, but eventually relaxed and allowed the petting.

Two years later, a nine-year-old me was squirming around in the car. The drive to Lake Renata for our yearly vacation trip was almost too much to bear; the second the car stopped I was out the door, Elasmo in tow, heading towards the lakeside. For a while my parents watched from the porch, before heading inside to unpack. The second they did, I grabbed a pair of swimming goggles from my pocket and dove beneath the surface. The previous year, I’d explored the lake with Elasmo, discovering many things my parents weren’t aware of, the most important of which was a small tunnel that lead to a ventilated cavern. I considered it my secret spot, the water my protection. Of course, the lake was simply nature, and nature belongs to no one.

In my excitement, I’d failed to notice the rapidly approaching clouds, or the heavy ripples on the surface signaling the arrival of rain. Instead, I was focused on one thing, and one thing only; reaching the cavern. Once there, I pulled out a sealed plastic bag and the playing cards inside, laying them out on the floor and laughing as Elasmo picked a couple up in his mouth. It wasn’t until a card floated away from the play area that I noticed the rapidly rising water in the cavern. Panicked, I dove straight for the tunnel without thinking, and hit my head on the cavern’s ceiling. The last thing I could feel was a tug on my shirt that dragged me down into the water.

An insistent nudge to my face brought me back to the present day. Elasmo was curled much tighter around me; he surely knew what I’d recalled and attempted to comfort me as the memory played in my head.

“Thanks, I’m alright though.” I reassured him, giving the top of his head a quick rub. “It is getting kind of late though.” The setting sun sent an array of reds and oranges across the surface, broken only by the gentle waves. The contrast between the serenity of this moment and the fury of the waves all those years ago was night and day. It was perhaps the greatest thing I’d received here at Lake Renata. The knowledge that water was always changing, adapting. It was not something I could force to my will, but something I had to guide and channel. It was part of the reason I’d decided to train Water-typed Vivosaurs. I knew the what the potential of the water was, and I respected it.

Of course, I knew one other thing now. While water was adaptable, it was only as strong as the vessel that held it. Nature was an unending vessel with infinite potential. I wasn’t. My team had the potential to be great, but I was the one holding them back. I silently thanked the man I knew only as Renegade before heading back to the Fossil Dig helicopter that was parked nearby.

“Ilium Island please,” I said to the pilot as I boarded. “I have to talk to someone about a deep-sea expedition.” The pilot nodded, the helicopter blades slicing through the air. I took one last glance at the lake and wondered if that cavern still existed.

“Though, if it wanted me to know, I would, huh?” I whispered to Elasmo, who only nodded.

Chapter EX-5: The Waters Ever Change Edit

Chapter EX-5 takes place after the Caliosteo Cup's conclusion, one month after the fight against Ray ends. It examines Damon's motivations for traveling to the Seabed Cavern.

Chapter EX-6: The Path is Yours Edit

Chapter EX-6 examines Thea’s life before the Caliosteo Cup

Chapter EX-7: A Double-Edged Blade Edit

Chapter EX-7 examines Primacron’s life before the Caliosteo Cup

Chapter EX-8: In the White Light Edit

Chapter EX-8 examines Lucille’s life before the Caliosteo Cup