*There are several chapters of this posted to my google account. My computer is dead, and I don't feel like copy and pasting. No one reads this anyways. And you really shouldn't, it's horrible. Also, if you are fan of things like proper grammar or spelling, well I already told you not to read it.
When we last saw our wayward, weary and reluctant heroes,
(Oh, they are heroes now?)
they were slowly making their way toward the third Orb of the Ancients, on the dangerous dream planet of Morpheus. Early in the journey, the young mother, Wella; had come in contact with one of the planets life-forms while thinking of her dead lover, thus creating a simulacrum of the ferret Fedward. Although the group continues to distrust the doppleganger of the departed, they have no choice but to continue their trek.
After days of wandering in the wilderness, our troop has arrived at the temple of the ancients, and elect that Wuffy should attempt to retrieve the orb from the formless thoughts that have infiltrated the entirety of the temple:
Wuffy, with in characteristic clumsiness, fell directly unto a pink pile of unformed thoughts. With a flash it vanished and was replaced with an equally large winged lizard.
Staring in awe and fear of her own imagination, Wuffy didn't notice as the great lizards throat began to flow red with a deep internal heat. Fortunately, Wembly decided to take this moment to show his cook that he wasn't a comets moron. In this he partially succeeded. Just as the monster opened it's massive maw Wembly tackled Wuffy behind a conveniently placed plot armor rock. However, instead of flames, the
(It's not a dragon).
fearsome beast released a great stream of pink and purple butterflies.
To be continued (as soon as I remember where I was going with this).
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