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Author's note: These chapters will be flashfics – meaning they're intended to be short (under 1000 words).
If there were ever a place where I wanted to fly and not have to land on this crazy journey, it would be this insane fortress.
Strangely enough, I had to ride an enormous dandelion seedling over the top of a volcano. Who builds a castle inside a volcano? At some point, magma is bound to flood, and then there's absolutely nothing left. Just seems like a lot of wasted effort to me.
Unfortunately for me, it apparently isn't that strange for Bowser. Of course, I've long thought he was a little off his nut. Why else would anyone continue to kidnap the same person repeatedly, despite the fact that they always lose their bounty?
The most terrifying thing about riding a seedling – from the bottom end, mind – is not the idea that eventually it's going to land. No, it's the idea that, when those feathery tufts stop flying off the top, land is going to come up to meet the object falling toward it. And I'm not talking about the nearly-weightless seedling.
So when I finally started to notice those little tufts flying past my face and looked up to see the body of my "transportation" nearly completely dissolved, I panicked. A perfectly normal reaction – or so I tried to tell myself as I vainly puffed my cheeks and exhaled skyward. Not my best idea. The only thing I succeeded in doing was loosening more of those pieces.
Glancing down, I saw the ground approaching quickly. I know it's not manly, but there wasn't anyone to hear me. I shrieked and began flailing a bit.
The feathery tufts were floating down gently, as though they hadn't just abandoned me to death-by-gravity. As I glared at them, one of them burst into flame. That was a new feat – even for me.
Of course, even as I had that thought, I finally registered the roaring sound behind me. I spun around quickly. Unfortunately for me, it was a little too quickly.
My eyes got wider before I narrowed them in irritation. "Helpful" Lumas, they said. Lying little miscreants. Not one of them warned me that there would be a corner of lava here.
The fifteen feet distance between my feet and the ground kept me from letting go when I should have. I was a second too late.
Momentum carried me into the wall. My last thought before the searing agony of my flesh melting was simply that science sucks.