Sorry about not writing for a few days, but today is my
birthday so as a special thing, I want to know how you want this story to
end, ok? All you have to do if say your opinion right now and I'll
consider if it's good enough, ok? Good! Let's start!
In an old tunnel, hidden from the room, dust started to fly around in a fast-paced whirl, then the dust started to show the shape of a big, green scaly monster, when you could finally see what it was, in another blow, there, a monster of destruction stood. 'My head hurts, and where am I? Where is the crystal? What about my troops? Where have they all gone, and why is it all dark? Have they forgotten about our plan to take over this god for sake planet?!' he thought as he clucked his head in agony. Then he started to remember what happened, everything. He started to remember chasing this orange fox down the hall way into the temple where the jewel lay. Just as the plans had told everyone what would happen.
But somehow, the fox had activated some of the crystal's secret power, locking the fox into the crystal and turning him into, into, into dust, millions of particles of dust. But, why was he brought back form the dead? The crystal, it must have broken! But, it might not stay that way, he could tell because he still felt like dust, inside and out.
'There must be a way to change this all,' he thought as he lifted himself onto his feet, 'I know, I'll kill the little flea ball and I'll be back, with all my troops and I'll finally get my revenge on that little bag of fur!' And with that, he threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh.
Not too far from the small town the two where heading, Fox thought he heard something and cocked his head.
"Did you hear something?" he asked as he turned his head to Krystal. Krystal only shook her head.
"No, not really, maybe it was some birds or something you heard. Maybe you shouldn't be so jumpy," she replied. Fox just shook his head, how could she understand what he was really going through? She was really nice and all, probably a pretty good friend, but how, how could she really get a grasp on what was happening? He could never answer that at all, like some of the things he kept trying to ask himself. Shaking all these emotions out of his head, he just kept walking, knowing that adventure was just around the corner.
In town, Falco, one of the leading historians sat at the bar, next to his girl friend Katt, who had just finished her job at the museum for the day.
"Aw, come on Katt, be a recluse and have a drink!" Falco edged on as he shoved a drink in her face. She just shook her head and pushed the drink away with the side of her hand.
"No thanks! I don't want to get drunk and have to drive you home Falco Lambiny," she said cheerfully.
"That's not my last name you know, it's-." Falco started to say when the bar door opened and in stepped Krystal and Fox.
"Sorry I'm late guys, but this hear is Fox, I found him, well, it's a long story and you wouldn't believe this so-" Krystal said wriggling with all of the eyes at the bar on her.
"Try us, we're gullible," Katt said as she picked up a menu.
"Heah Fox, don't you think it's a little too early for Halloween?" Falco asked as he held in his laughter when he noticed what he was wearing.
"Um Krystal," Fox said as he tapped on her shoulder," Do you actually know these people?"
"Sure I do, I've known them since High School," she replied.
"What's High School?" he asked as he tilted his head. Boy, in the future where things just odd. She must be rich to go to a school like that, of what it sounded like, so she must be royalty, in hiding of course. But he decided not to ask because if he did, she might have him killed, ever if he was a priest boy.
Krystal looked at him, bewildered, and then realized that his culture probably didn't have a high school. Embarrassed, she turned to Falco and asked him for a favor. Of what Fox could tell, it felt like she was giving him away, like to a mentor, which, is good, he knew, but it started to make him tear up a bit. For some reason, it stirred something in him, what, he could not tell. After finishing asking the favor, Falco got up and went over to Fox.
"Ok, Fox! Krystal there just asked me to go and teach you a few things about today's time and, get you some new cloths, got it? All I'll be doing is taking you out on a guy's night out on the town like. Sounds fun?" Falco asked as he rapped his arm around his shoulder.
"I'm not sure what you mean, but I think I get it," Fox said as Falco lead him out of the Bar. Un-knowing what would happen now that he was away, away from everything he knew.
Up, above the little town, a big mother ship flew around with the mark of the space pirates on it. A green, small thing looked out the window on the unsuspecting city.
"Should we attack now? I mean, it hasn't been a long time since our captain died," a voice came from behind the green person who stood there.
"We haven't got enough to survive, we have to. We have no other option," he replied as he turned around and headed down the long hall way, to prepare for the city's biggest rade in history.
Ok, how was that? Do you think this is going to be different? Vote now!
In an old tunnel, hidden from the room, dust started to fly around in a fast-paced whirl, then the dust started to show the shape of a big, green scaly monster, when you could finally see what it was, in another blow, there, a monster of destruction stood. 'My head hurts, and where am I? Where is the crystal? What about my troops? Where have they all gone, and why is it all dark? Have they forgotten about our plan to take over this god for sake planet?!' he thought as he clucked his head in agony. Then he started to remember what happened, everything. He started to remember chasing this orange fox down the hall way into the temple where the jewel lay. Just as the plans had told everyone what would happen.
But somehow, the fox had activated some of the crystal's secret power, locking the fox into the crystal and turning him into, into, into dust, millions of particles of dust. But, why was he brought back form the dead? The crystal, it must have broken! But, it might not stay that way, he could tell because he still felt like dust, inside and out.
'There must be a way to change this all,' he thought as he lifted himself onto his feet, 'I know, I'll kill the little flea ball and I'll be back, with all my troops and I'll finally get my revenge on that little bag of fur!' And with that, he threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh.
Not too far from the small town the two where heading, Fox thought he heard something and cocked his head.
"Did you hear something?" he asked as he turned his head to Krystal. Krystal only shook her head.
"No, not really, maybe it was some birds or something you heard. Maybe you shouldn't be so jumpy," she replied. Fox just shook his head, how could she understand what he was really going through? She was really nice and all, probably a pretty good friend, but how, how could she really get a grasp on what was happening? He could never answer that at all, like some of the things he kept trying to ask himself. Shaking all these emotions out of his head, he just kept walking, knowing that adventure was just around the corner.
In town, Falco, one of the leading historians sat at the bar, next to his girl friend Katt, who had just finished her job at the museum for the day.
"Aw, come on Katt, be a recluse and have a drink!" Falco edged on as he shoved a drink in her face. She just shook her head and pushed the drink away with the side of her hand.
"No thanks! I don't want to get drunk and have to drive you home Falco Lambiny," she said cheerfully.
"That's not my last name you know, it's-." Falco started to say when the bar door opened and in stepped Krystal and Fox.
"Sorry I'm late guys, but this hear is Fox, I found him, well, it's a long story and you wouldn't believe this so-" Krystal said wriggling with all of the eyes at the bar on her.
"Try us, we're gullible," Katt said as she picked up a menu.
"Heah Fox, don't you think it's a little too early for Halloween?" Falco asked as he held in his laughter when he noticed what he was wearing.
"Um Krystal," Fox said as he tapped on her shoulder," Do you actually know these people?"
"Sure I do, I've known them since High School," she replied.
"What's High School?" he asked as he tilted his head. Boy, in the future where things just odd. She must be rich to go to a school like that, of what it sounded like, so she must be royalty, in hiding of course. But he decided not to ask because if he did, she might have him killed, ever if he was a priest boy.
Krystal looked at him, bewildered, and then realized that his culture probably didn't have a high school. Embarrassed, she turned to Falco and asked him for a favor. Of what Fox could tell, it felt like she was giving him away, like to a mentor, which, is good, he knew, but it started to make him tear up a bit. For some reason, it stirred something in him, what, he could not tell. After finishing asking the favor, Falco got up and went over to Fox.
"Ok, Fox! Krystal there just asked me to go and teach you a few things about today's time and, get you some new cloths, got it? All I'll be doing is taking you out on a guy's night out on the town like. Sounds fun?" Falco asked as he rapped his arm around his shoulder.
"I'm not sure what you mean, but I think I get it," Fox said as Falco lead him out of the Bar. Un-knowing what would happen now that he was away, away from everything he knew.
Up, above the little town, a big mother ship flew around with the mark of the space pirates on it. A green, small thing looked out the window on the unsuspecting city.
"Should we attack now? I mean, it hasn't been a long time since our captain died," a voice came from behind the green person who stood there.
"We haven't got enough to survive, we have to. We have no other option," he replied as he turned around and headed down the long hall way, to prepare for the city's biggest rade in history.
Ok, how was that? Do you think this is going to be different? Vote now!