The Lost World

This is it. My world is in ruins. The police are battling a giant slug beast. The sky has turned orange. The clouds are swirling into a vortex, twisting and turning with magic power encircling it. This is truly the end of all magic. Since this is armageddon, I give myself the right to panic. Yeah sure, this happens regularly, but the magic police usually handle it quickly and everything is back to normal in 5 minutes. But this thing has lasted for about 2 hours and hasn’t blown over yet. People are running left, right, up, down, and through the fourth dimension to escape the severe damage this monster is unleashing. So my first idea of what to do is to hide. In case you are uninformed on what the heck just happened, I'll be glad to catch you up.

So let me start from the beginning. The beginning of magic. Millions of years ago, a meteor the size of your mom killed all of the dinosaurs. The surviving mammals then cracked open the big space rock and found purple goo inside of it. This was magic, in it’s purest form. We bathed, drank, and rolled in it. It has no effect until someone waved a stick and turned the whole world magical. So then we fast forward to 20900000 AD. I accidentally stole the Charmcaster 9000 spellbook and then a pterodactyl stole it from me as I was going to return it. I planned to go to the tower it flew to. I fought some ogres then found out that the pterodactyl jerk who stole my spellbook was the same person who owned the tower. His name was Mystic. We fought, I got a wooden glove surrounding my hand, I nearly died, I stole his cool wizard basement, then when I got back it was the armageddon, my family was gone, and now I have to get the heck out of here!

Freak Out Time!

I start flipping out because, well… wouldn’t you flip out at the end of the world? I weep and scream and throw a fit. Then when I have no more tears left to cry, I know what I have to do. I ran to the market to get all of the stuff I might need, and I went to go scour the woods to find any dangerous magic artifacts that could have fallen from the epic battle we had. Instead, I found a small mouse. I named him Phillip. While I was getting the mouse, I caught a glimpse of Mystic talking to someone who is being shaded in the trees. I stay long enough to hear him talking about some people named Anastasions and I think some stuff about me! (excuse my ego) I would have stayed longer, but my mouse had jumped from my hand and onto a twig on the ground, making a fairly loud crack sound. I snatched Phillip off of the ground and booked it back to the basement house and soon got to work. I spent a couple of hours digging a giant hole, then I pushed the basement house in the hole, I buried it and used a ghost spell to get back into the basement house.

So after what could be a couple of minutes, I realized that I forgot to bring stuff to entertain me, so things seem to just fade away. Yeah, I have a phone, but it’s dead as a doorknob. After what felt like an hour, I decided to actually do something productive, and try to read something, so I pulled a book from the bookshelf. (you knew there was a bookshelf, it is a wizard basement, there’s always a bookshelf!) Suddenly, the bookshelf cracked down the middle like a lightning bolt, then parted to form a blue swirling hole resembling a black hole, but light blue. It starts to tug on my shirt, but soon it pulls with intense strength. Before it sucks me in, I grab my backpack. Then, I’m gone.

Gateway Plungers

I start to fall down, the swirl of the mystical tunnel hypnotizing. The walls deteriorating and melting into a twisting and turning puddle of goo. I could see several portals that started to pop out of the tunnel, all leading to different places. It smelled like the inside of a washing machine, and now I'm wondering how I know what the inside of a washing machine smells like. I twitch, the tunnel making my body jiggle like jelly, or freeze stiffly like a stone. After what feels like an eternity of endless falling, I finally feel used to this tunnel, until I see an upcoming portal up ahead, showing a grassland and a nearby village, along with some dark alluding clouds in the corner of my field of view. I get sucked in and fall through the portal until I crash onto the ground from the sky, the impact leaving a creator the size of a car.

A calm atmosphere fills my lungs, every atom of my being, pleased at the thought I have escaped my nightmarish realm. A wave of relief overwhelms me and I feel unharmed while looking down at all of the bruises I got from that fall. I seem unable to see for the moment, which is a little peculiar, but I am guided by the feel of the grass and the movement of my feet. After walking for what feels like an hour, I hit something hard and I spend some time trying to tell what it is. Then I blink, then blink once more, then I open my eyes to see I am in the village and I was feeling one of their houses, made of skinned logs and on the corners and creases of the wall, I could see bark. I walked around until I came to a village with the strangest thing I have ever seen! Blue people! Like, straight out of Avatar! Never in my life have I thought I would see a real-life movie character! They even have raggedy clothes that they are seen wearing all the time! They are brown with signs of tear and usually go up until their ankles. I squealed silently to Phillip, who was taking a snooze in my bag. I was almost too excited to breathe! So I calm down, I stretch a little, then I come out from behind the house.

First Impression

First, I passed by unnoticed, until someone noticed me, then another, then another. Soon, it feels like the whole village is running around, screaming and running in horror at the sight of a non-blue human. Then, I am lifted off the ground by a soldier, his spear piercing through my shirt and his face swollen with fear, and dropped me in a glass bubble of sorts, a kind of jail with an opening at the top. Then they took this bubble and put a lid on it. This lid was very sturdy, so it was almost impossible to break out of. They rolled me away.

The blue people started to talk in their own alien-like language, and since I have lived in a world where gossip is very prominent, I could tell they were talking about me. Only 2 kids hadn't judged me, and there were 2 random kids about my age that looked at me, then themselves, they nodded, then they ran off. I later came into an office that looked like it was from earth. After they put me on a platform and started to raise it, I saw another avatar-looking person wearing a suit and they were talking utter nonsense until someone opened the lid and tossed in a cookie. It read something strange in frosting until I blinked. That’s when the frosting transformed into words I could read, saying eat me. I eat it because, what else was I going to do, no eat it? Then the aliens’ words started morphing from nonsense to baby talk to regular human talk.

The words make sense to me now, then the alien with a suit says “How do you feel creature? We can now understand you and you can now understand us using our special food mush.” A piece of cookie that I had saved for later in my backpack started to melt into a weird mush, then I felt a little sick until it passed a couple of seconds later. “Ah, I see you have just gone through the pain medicine. It gives you pain, then allows you to eat different foods from other worlds and be immune to food poisoning. It also makes food taste better. We are trying to treat our inmates better so they don’t try and escape, and also give them jobs in our community. You will eat, sleep, and entertain in this glass bubble until people have verified you safe to be around. Until then, you will remain in the bubble.”

I was speechless. It felt like being punched in the gut then put in jail. I wanted to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open. I just looked at him, with a dead stare. He snaps his fingers, then the guards take me away. I was later taken to a dark room, then one of the guards flipped on the lights.

Panda in a Birdcage

It was dim at first, then I could see everyone. Different creatures that I have read about in biology books like the gruzzlesnot, a creature that has 7 noses covered in fur and is always sneezing. The mudman, which is surprisingly the cleanest of the monsters. An evil alien that was cosmically evil and was destined to merge with a pig in 2015 CE. They screwed my bubble into a screw-in spot, making my bubble more like a bulb than a bubble. The light turns on in my bulb, and for the next week, I sat and watched. I watched kids put their faces up to the bulb and make mean faces, I watched moms looking at me then averting their child’s eyes, and I watched babies, the saints they are, either start looking sad because I was trapped or getting happy to see me. It was just me and phillip for the rest of my life. Or, thats what I thought. Then on the 8th night, something interesting happened.

Breakout

I was napping in my bulb, wondering if I would ever be verified when I heard someone. Not just 1 but 2 people. They were so far away that I couldn’t completely hear them, but I could make out a couple tossed around words like “forget what mom thinks” and “free him”. I heard silence, then they stepped around the corner. It was the 2 kids from last week! One of them stayed at the corner to be a lookout while the other walked up to my bulb. Now that they were closer, I could tell that the one near the corner was a boy and the one that walked up to me was a girl.

The girl rummaged around her pocket before pulling out a tube of a green liquid. She puts 3 drops on the glass, and it starts to drip down on the glass, but the water slowly seeps into the glass, making large green cracks. Soon, the green liquid is covering the entire bulb like a chrysalis. She makes a punching motion, at least I think it was a punching motion, it is really hard to see through this chrysalis. She runs to the corner, verifying that she expects that when I punch the glass, it will break. Regardless, I lift my creaky wooden arm, it starts to thicken and grow, but I barely notice because I am so used to weird magic at this point, and I strike the glass with all of my strength.

At first, nothing happens, then the glass glows intensely, and the bulb disperses into small shards with green goo. I grab one shard and toss it into my bag. I’m free! I walked over to the 2 kids who freed me to thank them, but they were gone. I ran off into the woods to avoid being seen, and as I left I could hear a faint high-5. I smirked, then I was off.

As Silent as the Grave

I was walking off in the woods when, as I was entering the dark regions of the forest, I could hear a conversation going on with the guards. I’ll save you the boring parts like “nice weather we’re having” or “how are the kids?”. The good stuff starts right here:

“ ...and his soccer practice went really well… hey, where’s the inmate” the guard 1 says “You think he escaped?”. “

PFFT!” the other guard says “ You worry too much, guard 1. But still, I’ll go check.” The other guard goes to check the cells, and his face goes from relaxed to heart-attack terrified! He lets out the loudest, shrillest, and most blood-curdling scream I have ever and probably will ever hear. He had just seen shattered glass that held me in my cell and he was terrified, partially because he had never seen someone or something break out of that glass. But here it was, broken.

“OMG guard 1, one of the inmates escaped!” the other guard yells from within the prison/zoo. The guard 1 quickly pulls a nearby alarm switch, the alarm blaring in my ears as I stopped eavesdropping and started running. After that, things went black. I ran and ran and ran and ran! I didn’t even know where I was running to, just anywhere but here. I think a guard saw me, but I didn’t notice until reinforcements chased after me, spears in hand ready to cut me up to bits! I was terrified and I was probably going to die, and that’s when things got scarier!

Dragon Tales

Out of the blue, a thunderous roar came from the sky, as the clouds split in twain and a fearsome dragon came raging out betwixt them, his eyes full of fury and his mouth dispensing a flaming hot spire of death! The beast lands with a planet shaking earthquake, splitting the ground and revealing the boiling hot magma under the dirt on which I stand. My wooden glove starts jerking about, switching from glove mode to fist mode, flinging me at the dragon with a flying punch to the head. People start to get out of their houses, and while the dragon is starting to notice me, I see the same 2 kids I saw when I was captured and who shot each other concerned looks. Time slowed down, and I knew what I had to do. I had enough with this hand. I reached out and pinched the dragon’s nose to get its attention. When It turned its head, I jumped to the dragon’s mouth and dipped in my wooden fist, now retracting into a wooden glove again. Unfortunately, I dipped too far, and I passed out from pain on the dragon’s snout.

I woke up in a big cave, my wooden glove getting tight on my arm, almost as if it was trying to warm me. It hadn’t burned, but rather it was covered in cracks that made it drip out a hot, red substance that fell out onto the ground. “This is getting pretty old, ey Philly boy?” I asked Phillip. He squeaked in agreement I heard a loud grunt, then heavy footsteps. I jumped up and flung out my hands, curling my normal hand into a fist while my wooden hand didn’t do anything, it just kept dripping.

Sweat fell down my face as I prepped into battle. I could feel my normal hand getting greasy and my wooden hand seemed to be taking a snooze. I wanted to run. I wanted to flee, and yet it felt like something was keeping me in place. Then, almost like my wooden arm woke up, it shook, then started to glow a dark red. It started to morph and transform into a new shape. A more powerful state. Seeing it, this looked like I could win what seems to be the 2nd round in our battle. I pulled it to my chest and prepped for battle.

Round 2

Around the corner, a shadow appears. My wooden fist, now in its new wooden spike form, (the new mystery form from the last chapter) was still on my chest, and as the shadow turned the corner, the dragon appeared, and I held up my spike and charged at him. I used a classic ground trampoline spell from the last book to jump up to his nose, then I ran to stick the spike right between his eyes, until he took his giant hand, and picked me up with the claws on his thumb and pointer finger. Then, for the first time, I hear him speak in his surprisingly normal voice:

“What, are you doing inside of my home?”

“I’m here to end you!” I say, as I quickly take off my shirt and hop back onto the dragon’s snout, my fury in less effect than before. When the dragon realizes I escaped, he grabs me by the stomach. I put my shirt back on, then I try to escape again! The dragon looks a bit confused, but soon, a look of recognition slides on his face.

“Oh yeah, you're that boy that tried to set his own hand on fire. I wanted to have you for my lunch.

“He carried me to his kitchen, and I could see blue anastasians trapped in cages, and started getting mad. He is gonna torture these guys, and It’s all my fault I think to myself. We arrive in the kitchen, and I must admit for a dirty, old cave, his kitchen is very modern. He puts me on his counter and drops a giant bottle of water that can probably hold a river inside of it. He starts preparing some stew, and his cooking skills are quite impressive as he chops the veggies, puts in some spices, then seasons it. I kind of wish I could try some if I wasn’t going to be part of it! Then he lifts me up by my belly again. I guess you should start saying your goodbyes. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable

Rustling' up some Grub

My eyes still closed, I don’t feel the boiling broth of the stew or the sharp sting of my body being all chopped up, but a comfy cushion on my bottom. I open my eyes to an extremely high baby high chair that still needs to be on one of his huge chairs so I can reach the table. He finished cooking and set 2 plates. The first was over 10 times bigger than me, but the other was the size of a normal plate of food. He poured some stew into bowls, one as big as a swimming pool and the other a normal bowl like the ones I'm used to at home. He takes a big piece of bread, and a couple of normal-sized crackers, and serves them on the table. He passes the human-sized crackers, stew, some cutlery and a plate of food to me and the rest to him. I was a little nervous that I might get poisoned by this, but I picked up a spoon anyway because I am so hungry. I take some food on my plate with my spoon, then I take a bite.

The taste sensation was unimaginable, and while it wasn’t the best thing I have ever eaten, it was still pretty good and took me back to when I used to eat dinner with my family. I closed my eyes and started to worry about what happened to them. If you haven’t read the first book, my family and my house mysteriously disappeared at the end of the story, so either they are gone or they are missing. An old saying (before Palpatine said it) was “no one is ever really gone,” and it’s truer than ever in this case. In magic, you could fake your death as easily as you can breathe. You could use an invisibility spell or a teleportation spell or you can use a regeneration spell if you're almost dead. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, but that soon became 2, then 4, then it all came out. My sadness poured out and grief overwhelmed me, knowing that I may never see my family again, and no spell in the world can change that.

Someone, You Can Trust

The dragon munches on his food, and as he chews I notice that there isn’t a single piece of meat on his plate, and if there was no meat why did he have blue anastasians trapped in cages? I asked him “ why do you have anastasians trapped in cages if you don’t eat them? On top of that, why are anastasians scared of you if you never eat them?”. The dragon puts his fork and spoons down, brushes his chin with a huge napkin, then says this:

“That my friend is a long story, and unless you want to sleep outside, you won’t ask me that question again. I can tell from your appearance that you most likely are not from here, and the one thing that the blinxs fear is a sudden change, which is why they capture and contain anything different. My friend, we are different. I am too big to be contained, and you are too powerful. We are safer together, so I believe you should keep your mouth shut.” “Who are the blinxs?” I ask questionably. “I believe you called them, the anastasions, but the blinxs are their official name” the dragon replied. “I want to hear what happened. You’re a dragon for Pete’s sake! You capture blinxs and trap them here, but then you leave them there as your prisoners? What’s up with that?” I said, in an angry tone.

He closed his eyes tight, turned his mouth from straight to snarling, clenched his teeth so hard that he would probably chip off a part of his tooth, then squinted at me so hard he probably burned a hole through my head. “You want to know why I trapped the blinxs in here? I’ll tell you” The dragon says, trailing off, almost as if this was a cliffhanger in a book…

A Healthy Dose of Backstory

“Long ago” the dragon states, in a sad tone “I was a normal citizen, like anyone else. I was still a dragon, but I was small enough that I could visit from time to time. My family lived on the other side of the mountain, and I would sneak through a tunnel through the mountain behind some bushes that I and my older brother, as well as my younger sister, had dug in a week.”

“Hold on, you dug a tunnel through a mountain in a week? That takes people a long time, especially because dragons can’t use magic.”

“True, but we do have strong front claws to use as heavy-duty shovels, and fire breath to melt the rocks in front of us.

“OK, carry on.”

“I was still learning to control my newfound powers, and one day, while out playing with the neighborhood kids, one pointed at me and said ‘why do you play with some freak? He’s a dragon, and they’re dangerous. Go back to the other side of the mountain, freak!’. He made me lose my temper, and one blast of fire later, the mayor called an attack on the dragons.”

“Oh, so you guys kicked their butts?”

“No, they kicked our butts. We couldn’t flee fast enough, and almost all of us were slain. All I know is that my older brother, my younger sister, and I escaped. I haven’t heard from them since. Here, let me add some chili powder to our stews. It will really give it a kick. Anyways,, that wasn’t the end. Do you know about spirits?”

“Sure, I learned about it at the academy, back at home.”

“Well then, surely you know about spirit residue?

“...yes?”

“Well, if I can get a wizard of high enough power level, I may be able to bring back the dragons.”

“Oh. That's great!”

“Yes, it would be. Unfortunately, no one around these parts practices magic anymore. That's where you come in. Enjoying the soup?

“Yeah, it’s great. What do you meeeaaannn”

A wave of fatigue overcame me. My vision faded, my hand hardened up like it was made of, well, wood, and the last thing I heard was:

“Woo! timed just right!

Ice Down the Shirt

I woke up strapped to a chair. Above me was a giant sucking device, like the ones that they have over stovetops. I was in one of the cages that resembled the ones that the anasta- I mean blinxs in but much larger than usual. As I looked around, I realized that I was surrounded by captured blinxs!

“Oh my god! Are you guys alright?”

“You need to escape NOW! Xyrax the Destroyer is coming! You have powers, right? Use them to escape! Then free us!”

“Good idea!”

I looked at my arm. It had stopped glowing red, and all of the cracks that it had made were gone, now filled with new wood. However, it was in fist mode. It only does that when danger is nearby. I need to act, and fast! I try ripping it with a spiked hand. Nothing happens. I try to heat it up with fire. Nothing happens. I try to teleport away. Nothing. Happens. I start to freak out some more when my presumed dragon buddy walks in.

“Ah, you’re awake

“You butthead! What did you do to me? You locked me up, tied me up, and hooked me up to your creepo machine. What's your game?

“I’ve already told you. I need magic spirit residue. You have magic spirit residue. I saw what your arm did with my flames. It absorbed the blow and gained power. I need your arm, but it will stick to you until you die. I will suck away your spirit residue, take off the hand, and grind it into fine dust and feed it to my captured blinxs. It will imbue them with magic, and I will have enough residue to bring back my kind.”

“You don’t need to hurt these people. You built a life vacuum, you can probably build a cloning machine to clone the spirit residue. Clone me to get your residue, leave the blinxs alone.

“If I did that, the blinxs wouldn’t get the message.

“How did you even do this?

“Great segway. Introducing from reality 372, the one, the only, M.E

“Who

“Magic Embodied, idiot”

Dun, Dun Dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

“What the-”

Ohh! Twist!

Before I finished my swear, the man himself flies around the corner

“You!”

“He’s awake. Great. Yes, it is I! Magic embodied. I followed you through the portal. I was going to just kill you then and there, but I saw a giant, dark cave. I looked inside for anyone who wanted to kill a child. I found xytsy in his bedroom while exploring the cave. We fought a bit, then after bonding over some tea, we made a plan. I found you using my locate powers, and I attended your capture ceremony, disguised as a blinx. I sent a bottle of dissolver liquid a week later over to the 2 children who looked at you with endearing eyes, knowing that they would let you loose. When you escaped, I sent Xytsy to retrieve you. You guys bonded, I gave xytsy the poison, and it was gonzo for you.

Do you think that xytsy could have built my fine spirit sucking device? With his big claws? Anyways, we agreed that after he gets his fill of spirit residue, I would get some spirit residue for some, uh, more personal reasons.”

“Why do you need more magic? You are literally the most magically inclined person out there!”

“That doesn’t relate to the likes of you. Enough of this. Let's start the device.

M.E (I don’t know, it was a pretty good nickname, so I guess I’ll use it. Better than ultwiz, that's for sure.) flies over to the wall behind me and hits a button. The spirit sucker starts up with a low hum. The room starts to jiggle like jelly, and everything starts to change to a rainbow of colors. It would be an understatement to say that it was very weird. The 2 then step out of the room, speaking in a distorted voice that I couldn’t understand. Out of the blue, a small, grey blob hops out of my bag and starts chomping through the magic proof secure belt! After he bites through the entire thing and I let myself loose, I smash the machine. A silvery liquid with a green color and 2d, floating skulls all around it drips down from the pipe. I drink some up until my vision comes back, then I come to thank my little grey friend. It was Phillip! That son of a gun! I snatch him up and give that little cutie a kiss on the forehead, then put him back in my backpack. But then, we were spotted.

Inmate Escape!

“Hey” Xyrax roars “Get back in that chair! Hey! You broke my spirit sucker! Forget your spirit residue, I’ll just destroy you myself!”

In an instant, my legs move faster than they’ve ever moved before. My arm glowed blue, which I think means that my magic is back. I sprint over the cold, metal floor of the cage towards the back. Xyrax fire blasts the cage, melting the bars on the front side, and reached through the big hole to try to grab me. When he saw that I was too fast, he shook the cage. This, however, was counterintuitive as it provided a ramp towards the wall that I could run off of. I was wondering where to go, but then I remembered something that Xyrax had told me. I dashed across the wall as Xyrax took his hand outside of the cage and started to try and smoosh me with his head and hit me with fireballs. But, I was able to dodge by a hair. I could feel the heat on my back, but I quickly jolted away.

I started to chop down the cages with a fire blade, stuck a cloud cushion, and threw them to the village. “No! My captives!” Xyrax yells. His nose flares up, encasing his body in smoke. I couldn’t see anything in the room. I could hear groans of pain and crazed laughter coming from the smoke. I was scared of what would pop out . Then the smoke cleared. I saw what was there. A crazed, uncontrollable beast who was out for blood. It’s like if all of the year of holding back his rage and sadness had made him the big-bellied, menacing-looking, but definitely not light enough to fly, evil dragon that I have gotten to know. But now, he’s turned into a strong, tough, humongous dragon. Like, he was big before, but now, there’s just no contest. He takes up almost the entire cave.

I hop out and duck behind a bush. There’s no hole. I keep searching, and eventually, I find it to the side of the giant cave. It’s concealed by a bush, so I guess that’s how they kept getting out without anyone seeing the tunnel. It was, luckily, just my size. I could hear his footsteps coming closer to the base. I was as quiet as a mouse. If only my mouse was as quiet as a mouse, because he jumped out of my backpack, and stepped on a twig. Like, seriously, where do all of these twigs come from? There’s always one nearby for Phillip to step on! But still, I’m not too worried. That is, until I see a giant claw blocking the tunnel!

Plan or Die!

I frantically flip through my backpack searching for something, anything to escape. I reach into my bag confidently, and I pulled out a nail file. Hey, I carry a lot of things. With magic, you can never tell. I grab it and use a grow spell to make it huge, then I start to chip away at the nail. When I get to the end of the nail, however, I have to stop. It’s not like I can shred away at his thick finger. I try to punch my way our with my wood hands, but no luck. I keep looking through my bag. I pull out, Phillip! He squeezed between the wall and Mega Xyrax’s finger. When he came back, he told me that M.E is doing something on the other side of the wall, but when he flew past Mega Xyrax, he was chucked all the way to space! I was surprised. Not because of the M.E thing, but because I could understand Phillip. I don’t know how to do that.

I asked Phillip to say something else, but he just replied in inaudible speech. I pulled out a ham and cheese sandwich that I had been saving for later and took a little bit of cheese from it to hand to Phillip. Poor guy. He was probably starving. I check in my bag and find my glass shard. I notice that there is a small blank spot on the glass that doesn’t have magic on it. I glance over at Phillip, and he is sticking out his tongue. Then it clicks. He licked up some of that dissolver liquid! I examine his tongue for any acid burn marks, but it’s clean. He hops in my bag and pulls out a pencil. He then closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in, and sinks his teeth into the pencil!

I snatch the pencil from his little paws. “Lil P! We don’t eat pencils! It makes you very si-”but before I could finish, the pencil starts vibrating and erupting in air bubbles. It starts to glow green and expand until it pops into a cloud of dust. Oh my gosh. I’m so dumb. He must have licked the acid. He didn’t blow up because no one disturbed him and punched him, which would have messed up with his body. Now, he produces his own acid. TL;DR, I have a poisen mouse! I zip up my back pack and put it back on, then I pick up my mousey friend and put him near the giant finger. Meanwhile, I turned us invisible so we can slip past unoticed. Now, It’s time for the poisen chomp.

I give Phillip a little tap on the back and make a biting motion with my mouth. He nods in agreement. With all of his might, he bites down into Mega Xyrax. He doesn’t notice the bite. That is, until the poisen starts kicking in. He yelled in agony and pain as his finger pain spread to his hand, and he was so distracted he didn’t see us run straight out of the cave. Soon, in the forest, the spell wore off. In the distance, we saw the blinx’s town. It seems to have upgraded it’s defense, now housing a giant fence around the city, watch towers, and guards everywhere. It was already dark out, so the watch towers had their lights on and archers were at the ready. I had to find a way to get it. These people won’t stand a chance against Mega Xyrax, if they don’t know how to defend themselves that is. I don’t know how i’m going to do it, but I will teach these people how to fight. I won’t stand here, watching them live in constant danger of Xyrax, coming to steal any one of them at any time. I can stay with thosse 2 kids! They would probably take me in for a few weeks. Now, how to get in.

Back to the Prison for you!