Chapter 7: Lesson
"Break it up, break it up!" Keeping the two capped combatants apart with his hyru-glyphic -laden shield, the elven Mygdos relayed a message to the harvester while pinning the monster pocketer. "Your girlfriend says she doesn't think this will work out."
"Erin said that? Why? Did I do something wrong?" The sobretodado agriculturist gave up his struggle in the face of such a damning supposition.
"No, Millie. Anyway, she....A DRAGON!" Distracted by the giant Dragonite, the swashbuckling sylvan leap into action without finishing his sentence.
"Uh, so, do you want to keep fighting?" Removed from restricting influence of the magical shield, the littlest Mygdos was only ambivalent to continuing his brawl.
"Sorry, but when the woman you've been throwing your turnips at for the past 100 days says it's over, mindless misunderstandings lose appeal. Let's get you to your pop."
"Alright....Uh, which one is my dad?" The Dragon Master and Mygdos Prime remained locked in battle, equally matched by years of plot contrivance.
"Where's the goddess? She seemed to know a lot." Still smoldering from the electric shock she had received, the Mana Goddess was incoherent.
"Please Miss Mana, you've got to wake up; I've got to know who's my father!"
His tearful pleas fell upon the Goddess' burnt ears, and suddenly her nigrescent form was covered in a flash of green, replaced with her normally verdant self. "Your trust in my knowledge has restored me; I had turned into the evil Goddess because kids just didn't believe in me anymore. And now, for the sake of children, I don't want war."
Lifting her hand, she separated the paternal candidates with a gust of wind. "You, Lance the Dragon Master, are the true father of Gatchaman Satoshi. One day, it is his destiny to supplant you as the most elite of all trainers, and to that end, you must leave."
"Well it's about bloody time. Come on kid, you are going to get such a beating....From my PokeMon." The reunited unit laughed as they boarded Dragonite.
"Hey, you two get off there; I'm trying to fight this Dodongo." Our Ultimate Mygdos was hopping back and forth in front of the bemused behemoth, searching for a weak spot.
"That is not the monster of which you are familiar, young Link. Lo, it has brought you the Zelda of legend." The Goddess brought the sarcophagus to the waiting warrior.
"You can't do this Goddess; I'm the star," Mygdos-as-protagonist protested.
"Silly little nameless character, this isn't about you; this was never about you. Why do you think none of your rules applied. Why do you think you lost direction?"
"Uh....I thought it had something to do with somebody playing his girlfriend."
"Because this is Secret of Mana, not Secret of Mygdos; don't fuck with the title character!" Restored to power and unchecked in her expository urges, the Goddess simply blew the unarmed Mygdos away. "As for you; return to your worlds while you can."
"Break it up, break it up!" Keeping the two capped combatants apart with his hyru-glyphic -laden shield, the elven Mygdos relayed a message to the harvester while pinning the monster pocketer. "Your girlfriend says she doesn't think this will work out."
"Erin said that? Why? Did I do something wrong?" The sobretodado agriculturist gave up his struggle in the face of such a damning supposition.
"No, Millie. Anyway, she....A DRAGON!" Distracted by the giant Dragonite, the swashbuckling sylvan leap into action without finishing his sentence.
"Uh, so, do you want to keep fighting?" Removed from restricting influence of the magical shield, the littlest Mygdos was only ambivalent to continuing his brawl.
"Sorry, but when the woman you've been throwing your turnips at for the past 100 days says it's over, mindless misunderstandings lose appeal. Let's get you to your pop."
"Alright....Uh, which one is my dad?" The Dragon Master and Mygdos Prime remained locked in battle, equally matched by years of plot contrivance.
"Where's the goddess? She seemed to know a lot." Still smoldering from the electric shock she had received, the Mana Goddess was incoherent.
"Please Miss Mana, you've got to wake up; I've got to know who's my father!"
His tearful pleas fell upon the Goddess' burnt ears, and suddenly her nigrescent form was covered in a flash of green, replaced with her normally verdant self. "Your trust in my knowledge has restored me; I had turned into the evil Goddess because kids just didn't believe in me anymore. And now, for the sake of children, I don't want war."
Lifting her hand, she separated the paternal candidates with a gust of wind. "You, Lance the Dragon Master, are the true father of Gatchaman Satoshi. One day, it is his destiny to supplant you as the most elite of all trainers, and to that end, you must leave."
"Well it's about bloody time. Come on kid, you are going to get such a beating....From my PokeMon." The reunited unit laughed as they boarded Dragonite.
"Hey, you two get off there; I'm trying to fight this Dodongo." Our Ultimate Mygdos was hopping back and forth in front of the bemused behemoth, searching for a weak spot.
"That is not the monster of which you are familiar, young Link. Lo, it has brought you the Zelda of legend." The Goddess brought the sarcophagus to the waiting warrior.
"You can't do this Goddess; I'm the star," Mygdos-as-protagonist protested.
"Silly little nameless character, this isn't about you; this was never about you. Why do you think none of your rules applied. Why do you think you lost direction?"
"Uh....I thought it had something to do with somebody playing his girlfriend."
"Because this is Secret of Mana, not Secret of Mygdos; don't fuck with the title character!" Restored to power and unchecked in her expository urges, the Goddess simply blew the unarmed Mygdos away. "As for you; return to your worlds while you can."