Short Story : Chapter 1

He sighed loudly, “Newbies, always trying to play the hero,” he snapped his fingers and I heard a loud crack from behind me, then a heavy thud. I was too scared to turn around, I knew she was dead, there was no way she couldn’t be. I couldn't hear her breathing, or feel her shaking anymore.

Leomon withdrew his sword. Tail Red matched his movements, reaching behind her back and sliding out two gleaming, scarlet blades.

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

Lightning flared and thunder rumbled through the skies of Brogontis. Luke paid no attention to the looming storm. He sat alone at his rightful place at the throne, his eyes distant as he mourned the loss of Dooly, his mentor, master, but more than that, his friend.

As the clusters of ministers argued the proposal amongst themselves, Cretech watched their faces, hoping for telltale signs that might allow him an insight into their intentions. He felt suddenly moved by an unusual flood of emotion and stopped to examine it. Courage? No, it was confidence. He was sure the vote would be victorious, and with that knowledge, he wandered across the floor to join his blue-sashed compatriots, their votes were never in dispute, although they did not hold a majority alone.

The only sound that they heard was the crash of the half table and chairs. The three were now staring at the shimmering light from the other side. Lincoln noted that in the next move, it would begin to take out their kitchen bench. That would be a little more than inconvenient. However, just as he waiting for the inevitable shift away, the tube suddenly telescoped back up and into the channel, disappearing from view. At the same time, they heard the familiar hiss of all the cell doors opening.

Tyler frowned as he walked down the dark, isolated streets and moved closer to Josh.

“Okay, you are dismissed, if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate, come straight to me.”

While Finn was speaking the king had noticed long vines that grew from the top of the walls to almost touch the ground.

After a drink or two, Tatooine sunsets mostly, Bren would get to talking to the young woman, just as she ended her set on the stage, a large Gammorean moving towards the two to stop him from potentially harming her, to which the woman would wave him aside "I'm Staod Huton, I'm here to rescue you and take you back to your father." Bren would introduce himself to the young dancer. The dancer would cock an eyebrow at him, her gaze falling over Bren to size him up "Aren't you a little short for that, honey?" The dancer would reply dismissively towards him "Look, do you want out of here or not because I can just leave you here and let your daddy come find

"Wow, Cap, you took an awfully long time to get popcorn," said Clint as he heard him walking in.

Sah’ra paced back and forth in her room—lost in her thoughts. She had been a member of a previous security detail. Through that experience, she was one of the few who understood the danger humans posed to the other galaxies.

The moment Atmas appeared near the massive energy signature that had entered his realm; he felt another large one erupt into existence. Curious, he faded into a breeze and flowed towards the source of the two powers, wafting behind a rock he materialized and looked at the source. A smirk spread on his face as he saw his friend standing at the edge of a small circle of rocks, facing away. Atmas didn’t know why he didn’t recognize his friend’s signature; he figured it must have been too mixed up with his friend’s opponent. “Good of you to join us, Wind God”, the intruder said, “I don’t know why you’re cowering behind that rock while you let your guards do your fighting.”

A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. “Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can’t read the instructions you dimwit!”