A whirlwind appeared and the leaves rustled in disturb, the cave of the mysterious shook vehemently in turmoil as a curse was unleased again.
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Yoda, the ruling emperor, father to ten princes and grand father to a hundred and forty picked up the scroll holding the message from the guarding beasts on his desk.
'It's been three years', he thought.
'father',a faint whisper rung through Yoda's mind. His blue eyes turned midnight in recognition of the voice his own firstborn son, Elroy.
He awoke again.
The birth of the final true blood.
'Roy?', he called out to his son and like the bolt of a lightening, he appeared before him.
He stunk but buried in dark mud of the cave for almost 30 years, anyone would stink. There was hardly any trace of his pale skin in sight except for the distinct midnight blue eyes he shared with his father staring back at Yoda.
'father', he called out again and slumped. Yoda closed the distance in a flash and caught his son in his arms. He was weak from having slept for so long.
'Naff!', he called and a short old man with a staff appeared. He opened his eyes in realization as the situation dawns on him.
'the last true....is born', he muttered unconsciously.
Yoda nodded and signalled that his son be carried in to rest.
'It's taken far too long, at least it could now be right to ask for the mythical zarich', he thought.
*****
The sun seeped through the curtains into Roy's sleep, it was the prime of another day.
'Hnm...', he turned away, snuggling into his pillow.
'Yuck!', he exclaimed throwing the pillow out of his bed and running out along too.
Not again
'I could pass out from that horrible smell', he grimaced in disgust.
'I wonder how you are not used to this yet', a voice pierced the room from a corner. 'I mean it's the 36th time you are awakening',
'You'ld be surprised I still can't understand all of this yet Rex', Roy replied in smiles. He moved towards his only best friend, offering an hug.
'No way', Rex grimaced, covering his nose as he escaped Roy.
It was then Roy looked himself as far as he could see. He hated he.
Bound to a curse he'd only heard stories about from father, nothing he could remember for himself. Of course, he'd hate he.
And from his situation, as usual he understood he was the reincarnation of disgusting.
Just the usual, he sighed in realization; it's another hunt.
Let's see if I'ld make a catch this time.
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