The tragic tale of the not so tragic lovestory
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"Whaddaya mean, 'End Part One'?!"
The shout made glass jingle and grown men, women, frogs and snakes dive for cover. The ground shook with fleeing steps.
As the dust of the stampede to get away cleared, left on the floor before the computer desk was the mangled remains of an author, with foot marks all over her flattened body.
If one looked closer, one might have noticed that a set of foot marks – seemingly a pair of sturdy leather boots – had struck the poor thing a few times more than would have been needed when running over her.
In fact, it seemed like whoever had been wearing those boots even had taken the time to jump up and down on the poor thing while she was down.
"I… will… get you… yet… Mag… guhh…" came a pathetic groan from the flat tissue that had been a pair of lips.
A shadow fell over the human pancake.
Ominous thunder cracked outside the small window.
The flat author eeped as good as she could.
A hand grabbed a flattened shoulder and lifted the paperdoll human from the floor.
"Is that it?!" a murderous voice demanded.
"Ehm…" the author tried.
"I don't think so!"
"You don't?"
"No!"
There was a pause.
The author gulped, though how she managed with such a compressed throat would remain a mystery.
"… 'kay. Got it. Alright. Fine. I'll fix it."
"Good!" the murderous voice said with a less murderous tone, let the author down and then proceeded to drag a scared royal wizard out from under the sofa.
He held onto the wall with all his might until he realized that the assaulter had calm down. Then he crawled out on his own and started dusting himself off.
The author meanwhile breathed in until she had regained normal proportions, sighed and sat down before the computer and the Word file again.
Admitted, she had planned to let an additional character join in with the retold story of Magus' Quest, royal wizard style, but… ah well, she could live with a diplomatic, dictatorialish democratic decision to change the emotional setting a little.
… better than getting killed by one of your own semi-original characters…
And that, children, is the sad and true story about how my plans for my first tragic lovestory was spoiled by the female lead. Be afraid. She's just that powerful! It can be you next!