Short drabble
"It is time, my love. We have to say goodbye to him, Krypton is doomed." Helpless tears are glistering inside the solemn yordle's eyes as the short silver-haired man rests a firm arm against the trembling shoulders of his sobbing wife.
"He will be an outcast. They will kill him." The crying woman responds as she promptly turns around and proceeds to bury her tear-stained face against the chest of her Lilliputian husband.
"How? Teem' O, will be a god." The silver-haired father quickly interjects. "Unlike our dying planet, Valoran is a fertile world brimming with plant life and fauna. Teem' O is going to be invincible there."
The yordle woman is still in the process of shaking her head in denial and remorse when a violent earthquake results in a few nearby buildings collapsing, startling both grieving parents.
"It is now or never, my love." The male yordle begs as both sets of beady eyes instantly dart towards the tiny mushroom-shaped spaceship and the furry newborn child that's currently sleeping within it, completely oblivious to the heart-wrenching drama that's unfolding before it.
"F-fine." Somehow manages to hoarsely whisper the mourning mother between her sobs after another short earthquake gives birth to a wave of terrified screams from the crowded streets down below. With trembling and suddenly rigid hands and surprisingly ashen fingers the crying yordle woman types a destination into the small spaceship's main navigation console. The fungus-shaped escape pod then closes with a nearly silent hiss and the two parents watch in tense silence as the tiny spaceship instantly lounges towards the gloomy grey sky. Mere moments later the green planet explodes, scattering numerous True Sight ward shards across the vast galaxy.
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"Slow down, Dear." The purple-skinned woman pouts as she shoots Heimerdinger one of her best serious glares and the blonde middle-aged yordle huffs in apparent exasperation as it lets its own sky-blue gaze find that of his kind, younger wife.
"Calm down, Lulu." The frustrated driver mutters as he raises a golden eyebrow at the still pouting female. "The road's empty, and there's practically nothing out here except for miles upon miles of ol' sold farms and wide cornfields-"
"Watch out, Heimy!" Suddenly screams Lulu in alarm as she suddenly grabs the left side of the hulking red truck's steering wheel and pulls it towards her side, causing the old vehicle to overturn, barely missing the burning deadly flare of a falling meteor. The red truck slides sideways, flipping wildly like a cheap ball that's thrown off a cliff, crushing crops and muddy cultivated earth alike. Both passengers bouncing inside the screeching husk of the damaged vehicle until the now deformed red car finally comes to a halt among a mattress of freshly crushed corn stalks and leaves.
"Heimy, are you alright, Dear?" Lulu slowly asks as she dazedly unclasps her seatbelt and starts crawling out of the broken passenger's window.
"Somehow," A pained voice breathlessly rasps from the other side of the damaged husk as the blonde male yordle carefully follows Lulu's example. "What the hell was that?" He adds with suddenly extremely dry lips that go even drier when his wife's voice abruptly returns with a hint of urgency coloring her tone.
"Heim!" Lulu yells and the blonde-haired farmer instantly starts dragging himself out of the crimson truck faster in case his wife is in danger. Heimerdinger shouldn't have worried about that, however, for when the fearful yordle finally manages to free himself from the remnants of his utterly destroyed car, the blonde farmer is treated to a spectacle most bizarre and mind-blowing.
Heimer's jaw almost drops to the floor as the mustached yordle's sight hurriedly follows his wife's pointed finger until his eyes stumble upon a mushroom-shaped spaceship smoking inside a blackened crater. Like powerless lifeless puppets that are being moved about by the very strings of fate the two farmers slowly approach the foreign silver vehicle and the cute little baby yordle that's peacefully resting within it.