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I Was Destined To Destroy the World But Chose to Sell Llamas Instead. (Original-Shounen Inspired.)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by TripleMRed, Feb 9, 2023.

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What should be the best name for best Llama?

  1. Buddy

    29 vote(s)
    7.8%
  2. Patty

    11 vote(s)
    2.9%
  3. Worcestershire Sauce

    95 vote(s)
    25.4%
  4. Stale Melon

    19 vote(s)
    5.1%
  5. Bob

    41 vote(s)
    11.0%
  6. Steve(n)

    21 vote(s)
    5.6%
  7. Admiral Van Perrywinkle

    158 vote(s)
    42.2%
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  1. Extras: The Letter.
    TripleMRed

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    Of the many bountiful lands of Terra, few were quite as captivating as the Mountains of Pink Rose Trees. A land of hills and mountains, some of them floating land-masses in the air, interconnected by massive vines and roots of equally massive pink leafed trees that dominated the landscape. In a world of adventure and turmoil, this place was among the few that could truly claim to be free of the usual chaos that enveloped much of the rest of the world. It was for this reason, as well as the generally harmonious and beautiful aesthetic, that this was the place of choice for many Heroes to retire, or to come and meditate in silent contemplation.

    For one Brew Master Han, however, he just liked to use the place as a napping place to avoid being disturbed. The wizened old Wukong was massive for his species size, though whether it was because of ancestory, ascension in the rungs of Power, or some other third thing was a hotly debated topic in the Brew Master Guild he belonged to. As the pink leaves drifted down, painting the orange-purple streaked evening sky with a rain of rosamel petals, the old warrior relaxed on his back, legs crossed and arms behind his head as he lay against the root of a particularly old and venerable speciman of the hulking trees that dotted the land.

    He had done this routine a thousand times in his life so far, and he planned to do this a thousand times more. So used to this simple, relaxing cycle in his life, that as his fellow Brew Master's learned, absolutely nothing could pry him from his beloved relaxation spot.

    Well, almost nothing.

    As he lay there, he sensed a disturbance in.....well, 'everything' was technically accurate, but it was less that something was there, and more that nothing was. In a spot not far from his prefered resting site, something stirred, unseen but not unfelt. A void began to split apart the air, something he was all to familiar with as the distinct sensation of Emptiness filled his senses. An empty Nothing, that grew and grew in its power. What would have alarmed anyone else didn't even cause Han to flinch, much less open an eye. He was all too familiar with this brand of Aetherworks for its usage to disturb him in any way.

    Exactly 7 seconds after the Emptiness began to grow, just as suddenly it disappeared, the Void popping with an audible hiss as where there was once Nothing, there was now something. A letter, inacuous in its appearence, mundane in its form, and now fluttering towards him as though the very wind itself was its courier. Han neither moved nor stirred an eye as he calmly waited for the letter to find its destination, resting on his belly. It lay there for a while as he staunchly refused to acknowledge it, much less try and open it. Once again, the wind picked it up and it fluttered up to land on Han's straw hat, percariously perched on the tip but never falling off as if it was trying to catch his attention. Again, he did nothing, though by now not even he could help hide the amused smirk on his lips.

    As if with a mind of its own, the letter fell and landed directly on his nose, before the wind spun it and the edge of the closed letter hit him directly in the eye lid. As a Brew Master at his level of Power, such a thing didn't even begin to hurt him, much less draw his attention. The letter stopped spinning and hitting him in the eyelid, almost as if it was contemplating its next course of action. For a long, drawn out moment, nothing seemed to happen. And then, the hollowing feeling of the Nothing returned, this time a sharp, instant increase in its presence in the span of a split second. Almost an instant later, a bolt of lightning came down from the clear sky, split off a particularly large branch from the lower rungs of the tree, and the tree limb subsequently fell unceremoniously directly on Han's head.

    The bark split as it landed on him, as though hitting something harder than itself, but it didn't need to hurt him physically, for it had wounded him in a far worse way.

    The Wukong's straw hat, lacking reinforcement charms and strength of its own, was torn asunder by the falling branch as it impacted it. This finally caused Han to rouse, his eyes now open in an annoyed, lidded stare as he glared down at the letter still perched on his nose.

    "Really?" He asked it as if it could answer. It replied by slamming its edge into his now open eye, once again not causing him to flinch but it did cause him to sigh. "Alright, alright. My nap's ruined now, so let's see what you have to say." He grumbled as he picked up the letter, tore it open with a claw, before pulling out the paper within and giving it a read.

    For all the trouble it had given him to be read, the actual message was surprisingly brisque and to the point:

    'H,

    Something has come up and I will be held up longer than expected. I'm calling in my favor. You know the one.

    G.'

    Raising a brow, Han stood up and stretched out the kinks in his back before looking the letter once over, finding no other messages, hidden or otherwise, on it, before nodding.

    "Right then, a favor's a favor." He murmured to himself as he crumpled up the paper, took a swig of one of his Brew bottles, before tossing the message up into the air and spitting forth a burning mixture that engulfed the page and the packaging it came in. So hot was the fire that the message and its letter were instantly reduced to ash and cinders, now wafting away on the wind and joining the endless cavalcade of petals that flowed through the land. Putting away his bottle and clapping his hands together, a small, fluffy looking cloud appeared before him, coming when called like a faithful companion animal. Taking his seat upon it, he gave his cloud a loving pat and a smile. "Come now, old friend. We have a little pup to train!" With that, the flying cloud buckled forth like a mighty steed.....before jetting out at a speed comparable to a bird rather than an extremely fast mode of transportation. The price of having such an old cloud, but he didn't mind. While he could reach his destination faster on his own, the slower journey would give him time to plan his regimen.

    This wasn't his idea of relaxation, but damned if he wasn't going to give it his all!
     
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