Happy New Year, Everyone!
Here's the last pit of fiction I'm doing for 2016!
Inspired by Popmania. She gave me the idea: " How about Judar/Judal has a run in with pirates. They try and steal his peaches, something like that."
Enjoy!
"Okay, guys, I think it's official-we're lost.'
Three wannabee pirates stopped in the middle of the desert. The man in the middle was blonde and stocky, with wavy hair. The man on the left, on the other hand, was fat and balding, with a trim mustache. And finally, the man on the right was small, tan, and carrying a hook.
He was also the one who just spoke.
"Mr. Small, how on earth do you know we are lost? For all we know, there might be a town nearby," said the fat one.
"Mr. Big is right. There might be help nearby," said the stocky one, who agreed with every thing Mr. Big said.
"In the middle of nowhere? Where there are pirates like,oh I don't know, us?" Mr. Small deadpanned.
He had a very good point. "But then what are we supposed to do? We haven't stolen anything yet and we're out of money! What do you expect us to do now?" asked Mr. Big.
"What he said." Mr. Stocky agreed.
"Hey, look! It's a man." He was asleep.
And alone. And unarmed.
The three robbers suddenly shared the same eerie grin. It was clear they were all in sync in their thoughts.
"On count of three...one... two... three...!"
They all lunged at him as one...
"OK. Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep."
.. and immediately froze. Seems like he wasn't asleep after all.
The mystery man grunted and opened his eyes. His bloody red, concentric eyes
"Yknow what? I can't sleep anymore anyway. Not through all this noise." He casually yawned.
The trio watched, mesmerized. It was like watching a cat yawn right before it decided to play with a toy.
"Now then..." The man stopped yawning and stared straight into their souls.
" Which one of you interrupted my nap?"
"It was him!"
All three pointed at each other.
"Hey, traitors!" They immediately began bickering.
"Hey, cut the racket! You're hurting my ears!" Mystery man shoved a fiver into his right ear.
All three immediately shut up.
"Who are you anyway?" Well, almost all three.
Mr. Small had had a bad day.
He had lost the map he had been carrying to travel in the desert.
He had not eaten anything at all for the past two days.
He hadn't even gotten any sleep in the past 24 hours!
And worse of all, he hadn't manages to obtain any treasure from the caravans that had been passing by (he was too weak to)!
And now this man who was supposed to be at their mercy was now acting like a high-and-mighty boss?
Unfortunately, Mr. Small had no idea what he was getting into. He had picked a fight with one of the worst people in the world and he was about to learn.
He certainly had a death wish.
The mystery man smirked " I'm glad you asked."
"I...am the most powerful magician in the world."
"I am...the most feared man in the universe!"
"I am...the Great Magi of Kou!"
"JUDAL!"
He pointed his stick triumphantly (dramatically, if I must say) up towards the sky.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...who?"
"Sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell."
"Yeah, I've never heard of you before."
"Whaaaaat?" A vein popped into Judal's head. "How can that be-I'm famous! You should all be bowing down to me!"
"No offense, but how great can you be?" Mr. Big asked. Mr. Stocky nodded in agreement.
Judal scoffed. "Just look at my magnificent hair, you peasants! It is a symbol of my greatness! Aside from peaches, that is!"
And that's when Mr. Small, against his better judgement, snapped and lost his temper. "Hair doesn't make you great, stupid! Especially if it's ugly and long!"so great about peaches anyway? They're nothing more than overripe fruit not worth eating!"
"Besides, what's
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"..."
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"..."
"RAMZ AL-SALOS!"
If there was anything these three pirates learned today, it were these two things:
Never insult a man's hair and peaches.
And never pick a fight with Judal, magi of Kou Empire.
See you all in 2017!
P.S.: Don't forget to review!
