Little Drabbly Things That Can (Probably) Fly
Part 1: Y Hygh Fyntysy Wyrld Pyrydy (translated from Elvis, I mean Elvish, I mean Ylvysh: A High Fantasy Parody)
What are you doing in my mind thingy? I, Yykyytybygy yf thy Ylvys, reserve all privacy in my mind-thingy. Oh, thst's not going to work, is it? Oh well, I may as well tell you about my life. I was the fith hatchling of the five-thousandth and sixty seventh litter, each of which having ten-thousand hatchling. Being the fith hatchling of the five-thousandth and sixty seventh litter means I have more powers then my inmates.
I mean, hatchling-siblings. Sorry, Byrth Mythyr. Please forgive me!
Read on and see what special talents I have...
Wait, Byrth Mythyr, are you the one projecting my thoughts?
A/N: I know, I'm evil. Not updating my stories for ages and then starting a new one. Part 2 will be When Books Collide. These ideas have just leapfrogged (over) me and I'll probably make at least five parts. You'll know when it's over because the last part will probably When Little Drabbly Things That Can (Probably) Fly Parts Collide.
Yykyytybygy yf thy Ylvys seems like a Mary Sue as well. I've decided that the 'Ylvys' are probably like bees. I've got no idea where the special powers come from and Yykyytybygy yf thy Ylvys will be impossible to write every single time, over and over. Yykyytyvygy yf thy Ylvys (let's call him Yykyy) is probably, I don't know, going to pop up as Gary Stu in Battle Fanon. Yeah. Do you understand?
But this was like a prolouge, and have you read the Epic Fantasy Prequel of Battle Fanon? This would probably tie in quite well with it. Lightbulb over my head, please!