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The Third Time
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Once is luck. Twice is coincidence. Now I'll see if it happens thrice.
I'm ready this time, I think. If I'm in Perim again, I'm guessing that I'll end up in a new place this time, but just in case I've tried to plan for any tribe I might come across.
If I end up back at Mount Pillar, the plan to last longer is simple. Don't challenge Odu-Bathax! I don't know what I was thinking last time I was there. A young adult human with no experience in real combat versus a Danian warrior who'd probably been training his whole life? Yeah, I was being a complete idiot there.
If I find myself in the desert again, it's going to be a bit more complicated. I don't know who killed me then. Did Prince Mudeenu have a double meaning in mind when he told me a servant would take care of me? Did the king decide I was dangerous and send someone himself? Or did one of I don't know how many Mipedians take matters into their own hands? The only plan I can come up with is to look as harmless as possible.
What I consider more likely is that I end up in either the Overworld or the Underworld. It makes more sense, when I ignore how little sense the whole thing makes period.
The Overworld would probably be easiest. Of all the creatures from the game and show I can remember, I can probably count the naturally hostile ones on one hand. A lot of Overworlders look similar to humans as well, so fitting in probably won't be hard either.
Of course, the Underworld is also a possibility. My best bet in that case is probably to hide somewhere and wait for all the chaos to die down. The only friendly, or at least passive, Underworlder I can think of is H'earring. There's probably more, but they're a very small minority.
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I open my eyes, and my heart is pounding. Where am I this time? A banner on the wall answers my question. It's red, and printed on it is a circle with a dot inside it and a line under it. I'm in the Underworld.
I sigh. Hiding it is. At least I don't see anyone around. I don't even hear any gasps that might sound like they're coming from humans, which is a plus. It would be hard to hide a lot of people. I look around.
Oh.
Oh crap.
I'm not standing in some random street in Underworld City. I'm standing in the freaking throne room of the palace!
There are three creatures in here. One is standing in front of the throne, turned around and looking at me in shock. A blue lizard with spikes. Agitos. Another is standing beside the throne. A demoness, yellow skin, bat-wings sprouting from her back, and an equally astonished expression. Takinom.
On the throne itself is the ruler of the Underworld. He's maybe twice the height of the other two, or at least it looks that way to me right now. He has brick red skin, absolutely ripped with muscle. His head is some unholy mixture of demon and dragon, with sharp teeth that show even when his mouth is closed and immense horns curving around the crown of his head. On his arms are a pair of spiked... things, I don't even know what they're called. On his feet are a pair of metal boots, and the only other piece of clothing he's wearing is a short loincloth made of fur, held in place by some kind of metal belt. It's the Overlord of the Underworld, Chaor. He looks furious.
I feel my arms and legs go numb. Just moments after I arrive, and I'm face to face with one of the most feared creatures in Perim. I didn't plan for this. How could I have planned for this?
As I stand there like a slack-jawed moron, Chaor stands up off his throne. His right arm lights up as flames wreath it. His arm, chest, and stomach muscles flew and ripple as he twists his body, preparing to throw. By the time I realize what's going on, it's too late.
The wave of fire hits me, knocking me off my feet. Flames latch on cloth and flesh and begin to burn. I'm screaming, rolling on the ground, trying to put the fire out, but it clings like napalm, sticking to and spreading over what it touches..
Soon the pain leaves, replaced by a dull ache. I'm still on fire, but the nerves that sense pain have been destroyed, burned away. My body is starting to curl in on itself, muscles charring and cooking in the heat.
I can't see, my eyes are probably gone. I can't hear, my eardrums probably melted. I can barely think, and the stray thoughts become fuzzier and farther away...
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Up next: The Dew Farm
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Holy crap. Does this chapter warrant the story its M rating yet? If so, I'll update the summary.
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