OS - Windy troubles

Author's Section:

I'm not sure how you all would find this story. I personally found it quite humorous. But that depends on your taste.

Thanks to Daisuke Tokayuma for the idea! Hope you enjoy it.

Characters: Silver Wolf Garmore, Grassland Breeze Sagramore, Precipice Whirlwind Sagramore and Battlefield Storm, Sagramore. (AU: Considering they all have the same names, I shall refer to them by their titles. Eg. 'Grassland Breeze smiled and said,')

Setting: It will be talked about in the parts of it.

Time Setting: Same as the settings.

Summary: It seems Garmore has lost a bet! The consequence? Going on a whirlwind hunt with the Sagramores. How will this end for him?

Please enjoy, everybody!

-AuraPen

Setting: Cliff, far away from the whirlwind, but it is visible on the horizon.

Time Setting: 3:00PM

Great Silver Wolf Garmore sighed and shook his head as he looked out over the grasslands. There in the distance, was pretty much a hobby of the Sagramores.

A whirlwind.

They liked chasing them down, and stopping them dead in their tracks.

He felt a friendly slap to his back and turned to meet Battlefield storm, Sagramore.

"I can't believe I lost that bet." Garmore sighed.

"Cheer up Garmore, you'll have a lot of experience and fun while chasing this thing down." Battlefield Storm winked.

"'Fun'? How is chasing a whirlwind down 'fun'?" Garmore asked.

"Well, we have the perfect role for you, and I bet 10 gold royals that you will enjoy it." Battlefield Storm chuckled.

"Of course I won't. Keep your money. Anyways, what's the plan?" Garmore asked.

"We're going to run in the storm, in the opposite direction the wind is turning."

"You're kidding right? That would be suicide- Hang on… You're joking." Garmore raised an eyebrow.

Battlefield Storm stared back in a very good poker face.

"Yes." Garmore glared and Battlefield storm cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Grassland Breeze and Precipice Storm are going to fire a single arrow into the opposite direction, and I was supposed to cut into the whirlwind-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cut into the whirlwind?" Garmore asked. Battlefield Storm nodded.

"Yes, but you're going to do it. And it's the best part, because once your blade slices apart the winds, they become disorganized and spread out, and the whirlwind slowly becomes nothing but a breeze in the grasslands." Garmore got himself mentally ready to go to the Angel Feather hospitals. This was not going to end well.

"When are we going?" Garmore asked.

"After the other Sagramores finish preparing." And at that, Precipice Whirlwind and Grassland Breeze came up to the two, weapons in hand.

"We're ready." Grassland reported. Battlefield storm grinned.

"Okay, let's go!" Together, they leapt off the cliff and ran towards the storm that was waiting.

-Time skip-

Setting: A cliff near the whirlwind. It's heading straight for this cliff. (To many cliffs and you'll end up with a cliff hanger...)

Time Setting: 3:15PM

Garmore and Battlefield Storm stopped at another cliff, way above Precipice Whirlwind and Grassland Breeze. They were going to shoot their arrows from there, weaken the whirlwind and then Garmore was going to inflict the final blow.

The whirlwind was coming closer, Garmore could feel the vibrations under his feet.

"Ready?" Battlefield Storm asked.

"Of course not. I'm going to jump and slice into a whirlwind and then probably fall to my death." Garmore glared. Battlefield opened his mouth to speak, but Garmore did first.

"And if I live and enjoy this ridiculous task, you're paying 20 royals." Battlefield turned his head.

"I bet you will." He mumbled.

Finally, the whirlwind was close enough to them, so Grassland Breeze and Precipice Whirlwind's arrows suddenly flew up into the whirlwind. It had weakened a little bit, but just enough to slice through.

"Now's your chance!" Battlefield smiled. Garmore prepared himself.

"On it!" The whirlwind came near and Garmore leapt off the cliff, his two blades in hand. Garmore felt the immense wind on his face, and was feeling the pressure already.

Just as he was about to get sucked in, the blades moved like lightning. He sliced two holes into the whirlwind, and as if by magic, the whirlwind had dissipated within seconds.

But now he was falling.

Garmore looked to the ground, his body in a face-first-will-hit-the-ground position. He closed his eyes, about to accept his fate in the hospital when-

Setting: Great Silver Wolf Garmore's quarters.

Time Setting: 9:00AM

"Ah!" Garmore sat up suddenly. He awoke from the ridiculous nightmare, his sheets slightly damp. He was very sweaty, and he looked around frantically.

He was not in a hospital.

He examined his arms, and head.

No bandages.

"It was just a dream." He realised. He slowly lay back down.

"Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream-" The door suddenly opened, revealing Battlefield Strom Sagramore, whom had a very large grin plastered on his face.

"Rise and shine, Garmore! We're going to be chasing down that whirlwind today!"

Garmore shut his eyes, willing himself back to sleep.

Author's Ending Section:

Poor Garmore...

Anyways, I will be quite lazy and will not update so often since my mother's been watching the amount of time I spend on the internet! And sometimes, I may just have a really rough day and not want to write anything. Just homework is the only exception, because it's something I'm ordered to do...

Please review, follow and favourite! I'm really happy that people are reviewing. Review some requests, if you want. It would make my life much easier if you included the characters you want in the story and what the story will be about!

Can't wait to see you all soon, and with that,

Goodbye everybody!

-AuraPen