- ANOTHER PROLOGUE -
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Thunder crashed threateningly, but the armor-clad female warrior did not care. She was sitting on some cliff tops overlooking a dense forest. There was a sound of birds taking flight to the air, and then a huge green head shot up, not unlike that of a praying mantis'.
"The Jade-Musked Dragon, Ferdinand," the female whispered to herself. She hopped off the cliff tops into the leafy green foliage below.
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Fart looked up from his crumpled mess of a newspaper.
"Chance of war more likely," he sighed, and then he threw the newspaper on the ground irritably. "This isn't a meteorology forecast, you know!" he exclaimed and started mumbling about stupid reporters.
The sound of horses' footsteps entered his ear. He ran towards the sound and almost got smashed by two Spamdora soldiers who were horribly lagging and their butt-ugly horses.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Spamdora soldier #1 cried.
Spamdora soldier #2 twirled a spear in his hand threateningly. "Are you a mercenary of Frazzle?"
Fart backed up, scratching his spiky, unruly blond hair.
"Speak up!" the Spamdora soldier #1 cried, annoyed at always being described as, the Spamdora soldier #1.
Fart suddenly took out his Fraud Sword. The horses reared upwards, sending the two Spamdora soldiers spiraling to the ground. Fart struggled to contain his laughter when a huge head struck downwards. Fart jumped backwards.
"What the heck is that?!" he screamed but the two Spamdora soldiers were already gone. The Jade-Musked Dragon, Ferdinand struck out at Fart, and the red-wearing warrior jumped to the side, dodging Matrix-style.
"I got to do something or I will be killed and I'll never be able to say obvious things again!" he cried and then started running away, screaming like a girl.
He ran, dodged, did round-offs, cartwheels, the camel, flying leaps, the splits, some triple-axle spins and looked like a deranged, figure-skating, mutant cheerleader, but that didn't get Ferdinand off his tail. The giant praying mantis closed in on him when the purple-clad warrior jumped out of nowhere, grabbed Fart and hid behind a rock.
"SHH!!" the female warrior yelled quite loudly. "DON'T SPEAK LOUD OR ELSE HE WILL KNOW THAT WE ARE BEHIND THIS ROCK!"
Fart nodded as Ferdinand started banging his head stupidly on a cliff face, trying to find the two...or what seemed to be trying to find them. After receiving many concussions, migraines and headaches, Ferdinand walked off, obviously in much pain.
"Thanks for saving me," Fart said.
"You should have been more careful," the female rebuked, although Fart thought she shouldn't have been talking. "Those soldiers did come straight from Sales, you know."
Fart stood up quickly.
"They did?!"
The femme nodded. "Didn't you smell the stench of burning wood and bodies?"
Fart had enough. He got up and ran down the dirt road towards Sales. He didn't see the warrior take out a glowing stone and mutter... "Oh my God! It can't be!"
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Fart ran over a huge hill, not even a bit out of breath. The sight of a burning village haunted his brain.
"Oh my God...! Sales!"
He ran down the hill quickly, not even looking back.
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I'll update later! *Runs off to her bowl of Spaghettio's* The next chapter will be much longer so you don't have to mention the shortness of these ones. .
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Thunder crashed threateningly, but the armor-clad female warrior did not care. She was sitting on some cliff tops overlooking a dense forest. There was a sound of birds taking flight to the air, and then a huge green head shot up, not unlike that of a praying mantis'.
"The Jade-Musked Dragon, Ferdinand," the female whispered to herself. She hopped off the cliff tops into the leafy green foliage below.
---
Fart looked up from his crumpled mess of a newspaper.
"Chance of war more likely," he sighed, and then he threw the newspaper on the ground irritably. "This isn't a meteorology forecast, you know!" he exclaimed and started mumbling about stupid reporters.
The sound of horses' footsteps entered his ear. He ran towards the sound and almost got smashed by two Spamdora soldiers who were horribly lagging and their butt-ugly horses.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Spamdora soldier #1 cried.
Spamdora soldier #2 twirled a spear in his hand threateningly. "Are you a mercenary of Frazzle?"
Fart backed up, scratching his spiky, unruly blond hair.
"Speak up!" the Spamdora soldier #1 cried, annoyed at always being described as, the Spamdora soldier #1.
Fart suddenly took out his Fraud Sword. The horses reared upwards, sending the two Spamdora soldiers spiraling to the ground. Fart struggled to contain his laughter when a huge head struck downwards. Fart jumped backwards.
"What the heck is that?!" he screamed but the two Spamdora soldiers were already gone. The Jade-Musked Dragon, Ferdinand struck out at Fart, and the red-wearing warrior jumped to the side, dodging Matrix-style.
"I got to do something or I will be killed and I'll never be able to say obvious things again!" he cried and then started running away, screaming like a girl.
He ran, dodged, did round-offs, cartwheels, the camel, flying leaps, the splits, some triple-axle spins and looked like a deranged, figure-skating, mutant cheerleader, but that didn't get Ferdinand off his tail. The giant praying mantis closed in on him when the purple-clad warrior jumped out of nowhere, grabbed Fart and hid behind a rock.
"SHH!!" the female warrior yelled quite loudly. "DON'T SPEAK LOUD OR ELSE HE WILL KNOW THAT WE ARE BEHIND THIS ROCK!"
Fart nodded as Ferdinand started banging his head stupidly on a cliff face, trying to find the two...or what seemed to be trying to find them. After receiving many concussions, migraines and headaches, Ferdinand walked off, obviously in much pain.
"Thanks for saving me," Fart said.
"You should have been more careful," the female rebuked, although Fart thought she shouldn't have been talking. "Those soldiers did come straight from Sales, you know."
Fart stood up quickly.
"They did?!"
The femme nodded. "Didn't you smell the stench of burning wood and bodies?"
Fart had enough. He got up and ran down the dirt road towards Sales. He didn't see the warrior take out a glowing stone and mutter... "Oh my God! It can't be!"
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Fart ran over a huge hill, not even a bit out of breath. The sight of a burning village haunted his brain.
"Oh my God...! Sales!"
He ran down the hill quickly, not even looking back.
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I'll update later! *Runs off to her bowl of Spaghettio's* The next chapter will be much longer so you don't have to mention the shortness of these ones. .