"Zane, what happened?"
"Are you ok, Zane?"
"Zane! Thank goodness you're alright!"
"Please guys! I don't want to deal with this right now," Zane said, trying to get out of everyone's way. Of course, nobody listened.
Zane started backing up slowly.
"ZANE!" barked Trouble. "What in the name of Frond happened?"
"Can I tell you later? It's a long story,"
"Long story short," Trouble replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Fine. Goblins lighting Haven on fire, Mud-Men discovering us, and bomb exploding. Happy?" Zane replied, clearly not in a good mood.
"Yes, Captain," the commandeered replied. "I'll have your report tomorrow,"
Zane turned around and ran, sick of all the nonsense. He ran to E37. It was completely empty except for the person who ran it. Zawhew want on the shuttle to the surface.
I'm NEVER going back there, Zane thought bitterly. Ever.
When Zane reached the surface, he sat down on the floor. He suddenly realized how exhausted he was. It would be to weird to lay down in the middle of nowhere, he thought. Maybe I'll meditate.
Randomly, a purplish-bluish mix of swirly stuff appeared in front of him.
Do I have the Atlantis Complex? This cannot be real, Zane thought.
The swirly stuff stopped moving. There was a door in its place. The door opened. A gold ring dropped out with a demented thing screaming ' My precious, my Precious!' constantly.
I think I recognize this thing.
Then the door turned into a fire color. It again turned into a door. A clay dragon stepped out.
Ok, I definitely have the Complex, Zane decided.
Complex? What is this Complex you speak of? a voice said in Zane's head that was definitely not his own.
Zane suddenly realized why he recognized the thing.
"D'arvit," Zane cursed.
Sorry about how short this chapter is. When I wrote this, I couldn't make it longer. Curse writer's block.
