Final lines....

All he knew was that there was something very wrong with a world that would hang a duck for treason.
 
He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw the familiar faces of the people sitting at the table. The Gods had kept Their word. The gift of a second chance had been granted to him, and to his friends. Not much of an actual gift, for each of them had paid a heavy price. But now that price was fully paid, and they could live on in the peace they had fought for without having to be of service to yet another God or King. They were free.

If there was a flaw or a hidden truth in that logic, some sort of lie or scheme behind it all, they would have to face it when they found out. But not today. Today was theirs. Truly theirs. They were free.
 
He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw the familiar faces of the people sitting at the table. The Gods had kept Their word. The gift of a second chance had been granted to him, and to his friends. Not much of an actual gift, for each of them had paid a heavy price. But now that price was fully paid, and they could live on in the peace they had fought for without having to be of service to yet another God or King. They were free.

If there was a flaw or a hidden truth in that logic, some sort of lie or scheme behind it all, they would have to face it when they found out. But not today. Today was theirs. Truly theirs. They were free.

(Wow. I like that. I'd like to read that tale...)
 
Pain, pain was all she could feel; not phisical pain, mental pain. She took a step back from the battlements. How could this happen? She had just wittnesed her father, the King, perish along with nearly all his army.
She ran and curlded up in her closet as the sound of the castle gates breaking and the savage northern barbarians running around her fathers castle.
She heard her door get kicked down and unknown men charge in, she couldn't hold it in she screamed and wept as thoose big grubby hands tore open her hiding places door.
"Ere she is" laughed one of them" Kicking and screaming she was dragged over to her bed the barbarians took there prize...



(That disturbed me... how could I write that)
 
My wife may have scaled, vacuum proofed skin, four hands and six eyes, but she only has one heart.

And that belongs to me, as deeply and totally as mine does to her."
 
Picking up the clay, her fingers moved of their own accord to form another, very familiar shape, exactly as she had done once before.
 
Europe. Time to go home - surely they would have forgotten about her by now. I hit the button that winds down the windows and turn the car to the right, to the east, towards the rising moon.
 
The Mythical creatures looked terrified and practically begging for help. "We will do what we can!" I said, with Felium in my arms. The child smiled at the group, with a pugnacious look. He carried his name with pride ...
 
Young master Potter woke up, and remembering the fine, but rather strong cheese he had eaten before bed-time, realised it had all been a terrible dream.
 
Young master Potter woke up, and remembering the fine, but rather strong cheese he had eaten before bed-time, realised it had all been a terrible dream.
You evil, evil man!

Could this be? could this truly be what we had traveled so far for? Through radioactive swamps, raider filled mountain ranges, mutant filled citys. All that just for a Dirty magazine and a bag of peanuts...
 
Yes, all that really DID happen to me. But you know, I learned something from all those experiences. Even though I was chased to the ends of the earth and back, even though I had to make snap life-and-death situations, even though I was nearly imprisoned in some of the worst places imaginable, I feel what I learned from it was worth it.


Just pay for the damn donkey.
 
In the end it all came down to a full bowl of ramen and an empty fortune cookie.
 

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