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Saturday, May 14, 2016

Serial Story Saturday

I almost didn't have time again...
Thankfully, I did, but it didn't turn out like I expected. Like, at all. Let me know what you think. XD

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Unexpected Adventure, Part Thirty

Cloudwillow

With another snap of her fingers, Fate transported all of us. I sat in a grandstand the color of sand. Regis stood below in semi-circle of sand dunes. Destiny sat on one side of me, Fate on another.
Peter, still decked in his black clothing—he was probably going to regret that; it was hot in that place—appeared a few feet away from Regis. He drew his twin metal disks.
Fate waved a white kerchief. “Well, now, let the battle begin!”
Regis parried Peter’s first blows. His sword wavered a bit. He still wasn’t used to using just one hand, I guessed.
After about thirty seconds, I started to lose interest. It was all the same: strike, parry, almost hit or get hit, and the periodic attempt of Peter’s to kick sand in Regis’ face.
Fate looked as bored as I was. Destiny filed her nails.
“Are either of you allowed to…change things?” I asked innocently, swinging my legs.
Fate sighed. “Normally I could, but like I said earlier, I don’t have much control here. Destiny guides those in barren places, not me.”
Destiny tucked her file into her hair. “What did you have in mind?”
I told them my first idea to make things interesting.
Fate giggled, but Destiny wrinkled her nose. “The way it works is that I control the area around them, not…not…nonsense.”
Fate leaned over me to plead with her sister. “Oh, but dear, think of it. One of them is about to land the killing blow, but lo! Instead of blood and gore, their opponent is splattered in confections. It would be more entertaining.”
We all glanced down at the battlefield. Regis charged Peter. Peter dipped low, smacked up some dirt, and dodged. Regis swung low and just missed cutting into Peter’s leg.
Destiny winced. “I suppose it would be.”
“Oh, goody.” Fate rubbed her hands together. “What should we do first?”
I hopped in my seat. “Desserts!”
Fate clapped instead of snapping her fingers. Just in time: Peter threw his disk, it ricocheted off the bottom of the grandstand, and would have embedded itself in Regis’ head—if it hadn’t turned into an apple pie.
Regis stumbled to the side. Peter stared at him, then at his hands. The remaining disk promptly turned into a rainbow cupcake. “What is this?!” he yelled up at us.
Fate waved. “Things were too simple, dearie. We’re livening things up a bit. Carry on!”
Regis wiped the pie from his face. His sword changed into a stick of gingerbread.
Peter half-squished the cupcake in his hands. “How am I supposed to—argh!”
Regis landed a blow on Peter’s back. Peter flung the cupcake at him. It exploded, pushed them apart, and covered them both in glittery frosting.
Peter spat and tried to clean his face. Regis shrugged and flung his club. It cracked against Peter’s skull, and he fell sideways.
Fate made a tsk-ing sound. “You know, we should have decided beforehand if the winner is determined by knock-out or kill.”
“Knock-out,” I blurted.
Destiny shook her head. “It should be kill. Besides, it’s only been a minute. It would be anti-climatic for it to end like this.”
I wouldn’t mind seeing Peter beaten, but I wasn’t fond of the idea of one of them dying. I waved my hands between the conversing sisters. “Or maybe by a point basis, and each strike gives them a certain number of points!”
They agreed, thankfully. Destiny waved her hand. Below, the ground slid like a blanket so that Regis and Peter were separated. Peter got up after a few moments, shaking his head.
“My turn to change things up,” Destiny said.

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