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Submitted to Contest #298
He was stuck. Not figuratively or metaphorically he was quite literally stuck under the weight of this pink alien he had been handcuffed to. He seemed to shop at bad 90s stores as his outfit looked like something MC Hammer might wear. How Lock knew who those people were was from the data logs that his homeworld kept on matters concerning Earth and its people. He couldn’t think of that right now all he could think of was how he was going to shed the dead weight and get back to his ship and off this desert planet that resembled the Arizona Des...
He was not a thief, far from it, he had only stolen the staff from the grand wizard Alphonse to save his village from the goblin hordes invading. Zaraff didn’t realize when he first stole the staff that it would lead to the world collapsing. He sought the wizard now more feverently and earnestly seeking the mage’s forgiveness. That reality was not going to collapse and fall into the void of space. The wizard’s magic kept the world of Elohim from dissolving it seemed as Zaraff traveled he began to see trees melt into nothing, rivers dissolve ...
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