When Experiments Backfire
by Zenin
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Things weren't going so swell up in the sky.
Jonathan was sitting on Mithros' throne, smiling to himself. Oh yeah, I could get used to this... Hmm, cushy...
Numair Salmalín, who was now hobbling around in imitation of The Graveyard Hag, abruptly interrupted his daydreams. "You will DIE, King Jonathan! DIEEE!!!"
Daine stared helplessly. Where was Father Universe when you needed him?
Alanna was running around excitedly. "Does this mean I get to be Mother Goddess? Huh? Can I? After all, I'm the one who's gods-blessed…"
Daine gently broke into her excited chatter. "Alanna, you are a goddess. We are all gods."
"ALRIGHT! GODDESS ALANNA RULES!"
Daine blinked. If Numair was taking the place of the Graveyard Hag, and, King Jon was Mithros, and Alanna was taking the place of the Goddess (not that the Goddess would act that way), and Daine was acting as the Green Lady...who was going to be Uunoae? Queen Thayet began to laugh darkly, a strange expression flickering across her face as she gazed, unblinking, at her husband.
Heh...
Thayet quickly sprouted feathers and bellowed like an elephant. "DIE, Prince Perfect, DIE!!!"
Jonathan looked alarmed and leapt off the throne to hide behind it. "Thayet?"
"MOO!!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Daine turned away from the scene, frightened. Chaos had been pretty strange to look at, but seeing Thayet morph was even worse. We have to do something...I wonder how this happened? Hey, who's acting as my dad?
An arrow zoomed by, whistling shrilly as it buried itself in the trunk of an oak. Daine turned slowly, scared at what she would find.
She had a good reason to be scared.
Lord Wyldon stood there, half naked, with a bow and quiver in his hands; as well as to lumpy horns protruding from where his hair should have been.
"Daine," he intoned, voice low and booming. "I. AM. YOUR. FATHER."
"NOOOOOO!!!!"
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"Like, wow, like that must have like so totally hurt."
Mithros sat on the edge of the raised pavilion, sobbing fitfully as The Graveyard Hag attended to the scratch on his knee. It was a minute injury, but Mithros had blown the incident into astronomical size. The Goddess was standing there, watching the entire thing with wide, interested eyes as she continued twirling the strand of hair. Mithros bawled shamelessly.
"I al-al-almost chopped off my he-he-he-heeeaaad! Waaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaa!!!"
The Graveyard Hag was losing her patience. "Look, your head is here and your knee is there…there's a big difference!"
Mithros jerked away from her and slapped her hand. "Meanie! I almost DIED! You don't like me! WAAAAAAA—"
Chaos watched everything from in her corner. "This could work." Her eyes shifted from Mithros' squawling to The Dark God brooding in his own corner. "I could make this work. All I'd need to do is just kill them all. That it. I'll just kill them all…"
Gainel was swaggering up to her again. "Yo."
"Go away."
The Dark God was in need of more physical therapy. He calmly decked The Dream King and went back to his corner, watching everything through shifty eyes.
Sarra, ever sensible, walked into the room from her stroll around the palace grounds. "Mithros, it's time for the audience with the Tortallan people."
Mithros stopped bawling momentarily. "Really?" he asked, peeking from between his fingers.
The Goddess sighed and popped another bubblegum bubble. "We are so, like, totally toast."
The Dark God glared at everyone as he stood, towering. "SHUT UP! I'M going to take care of it!" he snarled angrily.
No one objected.
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