In this world, is the fortune of all determined by some mystical rule of some sort? Is it like some hand of Gob floating over all of our heads? At least it is true that no one has control; even over their own fate.
It was a dark night in the Candy-Kingdom of Doughdrey, life has grown far difficult for all the peoples throughout the land of Mooodland, it was not long ago that the hundred year Mushroom War had ended, but so many unfortunate souls were caught in the crossfire, including the king and queen. Soon after, there was a power grab for the throne, with many using the chaos to climb the social latter to royalty, leading to corrupt, power hungry rulers replacing the once good monarchs of these lands ushering in an age of despair, an age of darkness, were only the strong will survive.
In a tavern, a small group of five corrupt soldiers from the Banana Guard, candy-humans with yellow skin and chocolate brown hair, are throwing knives at an elf-dog, a seven inch tall humanoid creature with a bulldog snout face, orange-yellow fur, a full set of blue hair on his head, pointed ears and a small tail, with little insect like wings on its back and the ability to shape-shift. The poor creature has a rope around its neck that is tied to a support beam and is constantly dodging the knives while trying to shape shift its body to escape. "This isn't cool you know!" the elf-dog shouted. "Why don't you dinguses untie me and have a real fight." He shape-shifts his body to appear buff. "I can clock you with my eyes closed."
"And why would we want to do that?" One of the guards says throwing another knife that the elf-dog quickly dodges. "The boys and I are having too much fun. Am I Right!?" The other guardsmen cheer in unison. "The only thing that's missing is the expensive root beer we asked for an hour ago, what's the hold up girl!?" The guard shouts as he turns his head you a young pink skinned candy-human girl, with long pink hair that flows down to her hips, wearing a pink, wrinkly tavern dress, struggling to carry a platter holding several mugs of root beer. "Hang on you brutes, their heavier than they look." The young girl carries the drinks over to the table and places them down, each of the guardsmen grabs a mug and begins gulping them down, the young candy-human lets out a sigh. "I brought you your drinks, can I leave now." She says impatiently. The guard chugs his drink and rudely burps. "I don't think so, you do remember that you were the one who bumped into us and spilt you drink onto one of my man's uniforms."
"I've cleaned his uniform, like you asked, I brought you all your drinks, like you asked, I think I've apologized enough." She sharply replies. The guard grabs the girls arm. "There are still many more ways you can apologize." The guard says menacingly. The girl pulls her arm back and slaps him. "Why you little brat." He angrily says as he pushes her to the floor. "Rabble like you should learn some respect."
"Hey, you leave her alone!" The elf-dog shouts. The guardsmen turns around and gives her a sinister smile. "I have an idea on how you can apologize, men tie her to the beam we got ourselves a new target." Two of the guardsmen get up from the table and picks her up by her arms. "Put me down you jerks!" The girl shouts kicking the air. The guard laughs arrogantly to himself, but is interrupted by a man in a black cloak approaching him from behind. "Move aside." The man says. The guard turns to face the man. "Excuse me?"
"I said move aside." The cloaked figure repeats. The guard sneers at him. "I don't know if you noticed, but were with the Banana Guard, which means you should show us some res…" Before the guard could finish his sentence, the man punches him in the face so hard, that it knocks his teeth out. The other two guards get up. "Boss!" They turn to the cloaked man and draw their weapons. "You're going to pay for messing with us." One of the two guards charge at him, but before he could react he was knocked out by a single punch, which knocked his teeth out as well, the third guard slashes at the man's arms, but the blade breaks on contact, revealing a metal arm underneath, before the guard could react he too is knocked unconscious with a single punch, to the astonishment of the young candy girl and the elf-dog, the two guards holding the her drops her and they run away.
The cloaked man walks past the girl ignoring her thank you, and walks up to the bar keep placing a bag of gold on the table. "Food and water, now." The barkeep nods taking the gold. The young girl walks up to the elf-dog and cuts him free. "Thanks miss." The small creature says with gratitude. "No problem, I hope they didn't hurt you." The elf-dog stretches his arms. "Trust me, it's not the first time I've been in something like this, my name's Puke by the way miss." He responds sticking his arm out for a handshake. "My name is Bonniese, Bonniese Bubblegum." She says shaking Pukes tiny hand with her index finger. The two of them turn their attention to the cloaked figure, wondering who he is, Bonniese looks at his back and notices something sticking out from the back of his cloak. "Hey Puke, that thing on his back, doesn't look like the grip of sword?" Bonniese asked, to which Puke chuckles at the thought. "Come on really, there is no way that could be a sword, there is no such thing as sword of that size ever existing."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Bonniese chuckled. The two look as they see the man leave the tavern. "Maybe we should stick him?" Bonniese suggested. Puke gives her an odd look. "Don't be silly, just because he punched some jerk-faces in their faces doesn't mean he's a good guy."
"Well I trust him more that our so called 'city guards.'" Bonniese retorts. To which Puke responds. "Fair enough." As they begin to follow him.