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At the end of a long day at work, Pascal LeMouf was called into Mike, the emperor of Kenada, Venge’s throne room to have a conversation. Pascal knew that whatever it is, it couldn’t be any worse than his day so far. His car broke down, his mom is sick in the hospital, and his cat wouldn’t eat his food. With a long hesitation, Pascal entered the throne room… Mike, sweating badly, spoke in a calm voice…
“In light of recent events including a pig and a super hero, we need you to investigate the woods north of here. Any rumors you hear about it are NOT true. No matter who you think you can trust, no one is to be trusted.”
With a blank stare of disbelief, an emotionless Pascal responded. “And how do you suppose I get there?”
“What happened to your car?” Mike questioned.
“Broke, got anything else?”
Mike looked at the grandfather clock and then the butler.
“Lula should be here in a just a minute, they’re conducting Famun’s nightly search.” Mike smiled.
With a soulless stare Pascal said, “Why do I have to investigate?”
“Because everyone else is too frightened… Leave now!”
At that moment Famun Mchatty came through the cargo doors with a horse covered in the most majestic sparkling armor in all the land of Kenada. He jumped off of her and spoke to Pascal in a light voice.
` With a smile on his face, Famun said with a warning, “Take care of my horse Lula, the last guy that didn’t handle her correctly hasn’t been seen since he walked out this room. She knows how to ride in heavy cover, just in case anything bad should happen in the forest.”
Pascal grinning spoke in a whisper, “I wouldn’t have to ride her if you weren’t all too scared to just look in the forest for a couple of mean guys…”
Astonished, Famun looked at Pascal and stuttered, “H-Have you even heard what happened?”
“I was told that I wouldn’t want to know.”
“Well, I think you ought to know! Rumor says a half man, half pig, and 100% hungry-for-flesh-beast is out there! They sent me and the amazing hero ‘Mega Marvel’ out there and he was ripped to shreds (all the way to the bone) as me and Lula hid in terror! We hid until the dark figure in the shadows crept away! The last thing I heard Mega Marvel scream as he was gruesomely decimated was the name ‘JEFF THE TRA...’ Does it ring a bell?”
“It’s not anyone I’ve met, but Mike has told me of a man named Jeff who was accused and hanged at trial for terrorism, slaughter, and murder. I believe he said he was of pig descendents. Someone else later stepped forward and said they had done the crimes. No matter, that Jeff is long dead.”
“Good luck on your trip” Famun waved as he went back in the cargo building.
Pascal left on his journey far and wide, He traveled the vast forest that was nearly a 27 mile zigzag trail ending in the plains far from the dark and scary forest. It was filled with the eeriest of sounds imaginable. Pascal set up camp next to Florae Lake for the late night to get some rest and to get allow Lula to quench her thirst. While they slept the night away, Lula became spooked and crazily stomped around; Pascal awoke in a cold sweat. To make things worse Pascal looked up to see a low flying black winged animal with a molten charred brick-shaped object on its back. Or was it a passenger… On fire!? It flew directly into the largest tree in the entire forest, the weeping willow; it must be the center of all this commotion, Pascal needed to start his investigation there.
Lula spent the next 5 minutes wading in the shallows in Florae Lake washing away the pain. Pascal too focused on conveying a plan to get to that tree, did not realize what Lula had done. Pascal turned around to find a map in his bag while he glanced out of the side of his eye at Lula… Her Shiny, majestic diamond encrusted armor surrounding her had fused with her body, Lula was the metal. Her mane and tail, now a sharp and obsidian like substance. He realized the lake was magic; he filled up a vial for future use for any drastic measures.
“Looks like we ain’t gonna go without a fight, girl,” chuckled Pascal.
Early morning Pascal and Lula readied themselves as they walked into the forest slowly, carefully not to step on anything that’d break and give their position away. He had the feeling that someone was watching them already. He decided to get onto Lula but accidentally stepped on a sapling causing it to make a high pitched ringing noise throughout the entire forest that any animal or humanoid in a large radius could hear it. All at once darts shot from behind every tree; Pascal’s leg was hit by a dart and he felt a sharp pain before going completely numb, Lula started hauling Pascal deep into the forest to protect him. The darts were deflected by Lula’s newly made skin that caused the sharp tips of the darts to flatten. The darts chased them for miles into the forest, it seemed endless, When the relentless darts finally stopped their assault, Lula just kept on running.
Pascal could not recover the feeling in his foot even after removing the dart. He grabbed a large stick to help him walk with his limp. He wrapped the walking stick with a leather belt so he wouldn’t have to hold the stick while mounting onto Lula and riding into the forest.
With a sigh of relief, Pascal sang the word “Hallelujah” many times.
Lula, finally taking nice relaxing strides as they went towards the center of the woods where the weeping willow tree was located, they could not see anything over the trees but they knew they were getting close because all the vegetation hanging from the trees was becoming thicker, darker, and damp. It was as if the woods were more powerful towards its core. They saw a birch tree with something attached to it, It’s a sign with ‘Florae + Forest Wood = Power’ onto some sort of directions. Pascal immediately thought it was a warning left by others who were lost in these woods.
With a confident thought, Pascal opened his flask of Florae water reserves and poured it all onto his walking stick. At first it did nothing, but then the magic began. His walking stick became a staff, engraved with power and symbols, one end grew into a swirl, that when is stared into seemed to move.
Pascal pointed the staff at soil and rocks and all he could do was levitate them in clumps and throw them about 500 yards. No other magic could be done with the staff. Suddenly they heard a snort, Pascal jumped onto Lula and surveyed witch way it had came, and then waited. Aiming his magical staff in the direction of the noise, the pig-man flesh eating beast jumped out of the bushes! Pascal’s tractor beam could not hit him from so far because the pig-man was zigzagging back and forth. Lula turned at the last second and Pascal hit the pig-man right on the chest, slowly lifting it up and bringing it close to him.
Pascal gripping the staff with his sweaty hands stared at the pig-man soullessly asking it “What do you call yourself Dirty Lard?”
“My name was Jeff, however I am now referred to as the flesh eater of the forest.”
“The one who died? Why are you terrorizing this place?”
“I was brought back from the grave by my master, I must obey him or my deal is destroyed.” The former Jeff growled.
Pascal roared at the flesh eater, “What deal have you made with whom!?”
The large bird they had seen before they entered the forest swooped down and grabbed Lula with Pascal on her as well as Jeff the pig-man with its large yellow talons that were as hard as titanium itself. This sudden thrust caused Pascal to slam his head on Lula’s diamond back, resulting in his unconsciousness.
Pascal woke up on the cold floor of a tree mansion, In front of his eyes were two feet made of fiery embers.
“Welcome LeMouf! I’ve been waiting for you to awake.”
Pascal in disbelief said “Who are you? And why have you tried to kill me”
“You don’t recognize me? I am Famun McHatty! Better known as… The Devil!”
“Famun? B-But you worked with me? For Mike!”
With a grin, Famun laughed “Only for the cause my friend, you suited every need of mine.”
Pascal’s lips clenched together “I suit no ones needs! Not even The Devil’s!”
He grabbed his staff and aimed it at Famun and with a loud crack McHatty had flattened the wall and lay inside. Pascal stood up and Lula ran in front of him to protect him from whatever McHatty might do. All Famun did was stand there, waiting for anything to come at him for he knew he couldn’t be beaten. There was nothing Pascal could do, he gave in.
“Famun, is there anyway I can leave this forest without conflict?” pleaded Pascal.
“What’s the point, have you seen yourselves?”
Curiously Pascal asked “What do you mean?”
“You’ve changed; I never tried to kill you. Simply make you better.”
“Better for what?”

“It’s simply really, I used all of these tactics not to make you die, but to make you live, you have immortality, nothing but The Devil can harm you now. You are my army.”

that was beautiful

I want part 2! That was interesting.

Lol, i honestly thought you were joking about that.

Grrrreat Story.. more please.. ":^)

This was great, but might I suggest a character? His name should be 87, the great. He would be an all powerful all knowing cosmic being who helps the hero along their path to victory

The format is hurting my eyes. Please fix.

Jesus Christ... You guys have way too much time on your hands...