A Story of Resolve
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Better Disclaimer: I don't own the Pocketwatch of All-Time. Pendleton Ward does. Meaning that he and he alone knows when its ADVENTURE TIME!
"There are legends that stand above the rest...I think. They are tales of action, perhaps featuring elements that might or might not, resemble romance in some fashion. Horror is also a theme, depending on certain circumstances. Maybe. Regardless, there are a few things you will probably learn, if there is a lesson to learn." He stopped a minute, his graying head cocked to the side, as if contemplating his next words carefully. He got up and walked in a circle around his hunched prey, then stretched his approximately tiger shaped form before continuing.
His prey rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going. She may not be a legend by any means, but even someone as young as her could see the setup to a serious of parables with a moral lesson.
"Firstly, never make a promise you can't keep." He seemed to eye her with a knowing look as he said this. Getting uncomfortably close to her, he took a sniff and wrinkled his nose at the smell. Years ago, he would have turned tail at the very stench of her. But time and hunger has made him a bit less sane than he once was. An impressive feat, considering the fact that he was never sane.
"Second, when confronted with a explosive powerful enough to wipe out the planet, again, cut the wire that has a greenish, reddish blue sort of color." Despite the gravity of her current situation bearing down on her, her ears perked up at the prospect of a new story about her dad and uncle that she hadn't heard yet.
"After the whole bomb thing, my memory gets a bit hazy, but I'm absolutely sixty percent positive that the very last lesson that you might learn is to never trust a demon cat." He licked his lips and stared at her with his one sickly yellow eye and gave his best trusting grin. "Unless that demon cat is me."
To the young pup, his best trusting grin was balls-scary, and every instinct was telling her to run. But she was so close to the book, that she couldn't take off just yet. Her uncle trusted her to get it for him. So she would. She had a way of getting out of trouble.
They called her Lucky for a reason, after all.