Things to look up: Fawkes
Chapter 7: Laugh it Off
"Oh man. That sucked a lot of my power."
"No kidding."
It was another 'dream,' and Drakkous was standing over me with mild interest. Probably because he was 'tired.'
I had dragged the lightsaber guy into the house, after Drakkous told me that he it would be a horrible idea to put him in the hospital. The moment I got inside the house, though, my parents disagreed immediately. Right then, their heads were surrounded by a violet ring of fire only I could see and only I could hear Drakkous grunting with effort as he persuaded them to let the man stay. In a supernatural way.
"So, who is he?" I asked.
Drakkous tilted his head and told me, "Let's put it this way… he'll become an ally in the future."
Something flickered in my eyes. The man had his violet lightsaber out and was fighting against… Tom.
It was too fast for me to fully comprehend. But I got the gist.
"Allies?" I asked. "Against Ausar?"
Drakkous looked away guiltily and said, "That is not for me to say."
"What do you want me to do? Get pudding from my school? Feed it to you? 'Scrape the sides!'"
Drakkous turned to me, ticked, and asked, "What?"
"Nothing. Just an annoying glossary."
"Glossaryck? Ugh, someone tell me why I had to create him."
I looked at him, interested. "Wait, you're telling me you were commanded to make him?"
"No kidding. Heck, wouldn't it be better if, for one, he ate butterfly shrimp instead of pudding? Seriously, it's disgusting. Second, why 'scrape the sides'?"
I laughed. Maybe this god was human… or something.
Drakkous laughed, and I felt the pressure of friendship.
"You know, usually once someone becomes a godslayer, they become arrogant and I smite them. I'll tell you the good future my friend Imperus is reading for you."
Well, that's as good as it gets.
"What happens is that man decides to become your guardian and helps you out a ton. After some time, another portal opens and a mutant named Fawkes comes and saves you, Star, and the man from a tight spot. Sometime afterwards, Tom joins forces with Ausar, for the flesh on your head and Star. When Ausar's third in command, Chev, goes for you himself, he gets ambushed by someone named Fryut. Sometime afterward, you and Star walk home from MgRonald's and…"
Drakkous scratched his chin.
"Imperus told me from there, things get hazy," Drakkous said darkly. "He did say, though, that something goes bad."
"Bad like 'Star stupidly forgot to bring something back' or 'Star casted a spell and I end up going to the hospital."
"Imperus wouldn't say. I smacked him in the head for that and rusted his armor."
"The only thing worse than wet socks are wet suits of armor."
"Precisely."
We laughed.
"Man, I thought you were 'oh so serious,'" I told Drakkous.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said. "Nah. I invented humor and bad puns. Don't listen to Voorthoon, I created that stuff."
"Really?"
"I make some pretty godly puns."
"That was horrible."
"Exactly. Now get on that bench-press."
I got on the randomly spawned bench-press and lifted the thirty-five pound bar.
Drakkous took his gas mask for a bit, and I saw green mist spew from the mask. Drakkous opened his mouth, which was impossibly big and was covered on the inside with fangs.
He put it back on and asked, "How goes your love life?"
I lifted the bar effortlessly and told him, "Well, I only just got advice which was a bit scattered, so I'm going to go with Emi's advice and get a shiny object and some guy thing."
Drakkous growled low in his throat and told me, "No, not Jackie. The other one."
"Who? Janna? She thinks I'm using steroids!"
"No. Ah… what's her face?"
Another scene flickered in my vision. This time, it was Star and some ugly, green, bulky humanoid dragging me through the mud. Not out of malice. Based off the look of concern of the… thing's face (Star was turned away from my angle), they were doing it to help me. The scars on my face and arms didn't help.
Drakkous snapped his skeletal arms, and a bird appeared from his fingers.
"That's it!" he exclaimed. "Star Butterfly!"
I had struggled to hold on to the bar after that flickering scene. But this time I barely caught it after dropping it.
"The heck to the no!" I shouted. "She thinks that I'm using steroids too!"
Drakkous rolled his eyes and told me, "Breaking news, no she doesn't. She rethought it after you ditched her."
"Yeah, I'm sure." I said sarcastically.
"Don't make her an enemy or someone you don't want on her side. The Mewni army is surprisingly powerful and may help out against the super mutants."
"Wait… what?!"
Drakkous groaned, annoyed. But at himself.
"Great. Okay, so here's the thing. There will be three armies. The undead, super mutants, and Ausar's men and soldiers."
"I think I've heard of 'super mutants' before."
"No you haven't. Now, on your side you have the Mewni army and the human one."
"Battle of the five armies? Is this a reenactment?"
"I wish."
"Aw. I liked that movie."
"Have you read the book?"
Before I could answer, the dream was cut off.
…
"You still think I use drugs, do you?" I asked Star immediately in the morning.
Star held her cereal bowl and told me, "I'm half minded by that."
I said nothing. I just put a hand on her bowl and pushed it out of her hands.
"What the…?" she started.
"There was a fly on it," I said flatly.
I sat at the table and ate my cereal grumpily.
BTW, our friend Drakkous and a bit of Imperus are hidden throughout my fics. Finding them could help you find out what may happen or who the heck he is in general.
Also, watched Star Wars yesterday (of the day I'm typing this). I won't say anything but…
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