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Look At The Side Effects Of Your Medication

  A loud gurgling, grumbling noise is heard throughout the halls of a small apartment, stationed just above a now-dark sandwich shop.

  Amaris is sprawled out, starfish-style, across her comfortable bedding. Her mouth is agape, and letting out a very obnoxious snore into her surrounding room.

  There is minimal moonlight creeping through her window that is slightly ajar. The curtains wave quietly to the items inside the room, the crisp 5 am air gracing the surfaces of everything occupying the little space there is.

  Amaris had only just gotten into her room after a long night of splashing bandits and protecting the modern city of Rome.

She pushed her way into her room, tossed her sword next to her spot on the bed and only barely made it onto the sheets when she passed out, still adorning her heroin armor.

  The armor was a gift from her mentor and older-brother figure, Mars. Mars was the God of War, and agricultural guardian of the Romans.

Her sleeping body sported two golden cuffs with rubies, and two golden boots to match. She had a red half jacket with a hood that was usually covering her head, a black and red sleeveless turtle neck allowing full mobility. Her utility belt dug into her side but she was far too long into her deep sleep to notice. She had a red bandana pulling most of her baby hairs out of her face, two dyed red strands stuck out and would always fly into her eyes.

As she slept, peaceful and unbothered, across the multiverse, a boy was following after a dark haired simian up a mountain.

The boy wore a red bandana and a sullen, yet determined look.

The boy was told that, not far ahead, a shadowy figure resided. The monster had recently attacked the boys city and those he kept close to him.

The simian had vanquished the monster once, and told the boy he would train him and together they could finally put an end to this monster once and for all.

This "training" had taken place behind the back of the boys true mentor. Guilt would eat at him ever step he took when visiting this second, newfound mentor of his.

"This smoke monster is actually an ancient demon." The simian told the boy.

"A very, very powerful one," he looks back to the boy who stumbled his way up to get a look at the demon,"we need to destroy it, once and for all. Come on!"

The boy is pushed forward and catches himself before he falls face first into the hard rock beneath him. He turns back toward his makeshift mentor.

"Wait what? Last time I couldn't even hit it."

"Totally. But since then, you've had me teaching you. You're stronger now. Don't you feel stronger?"

The boy looks down, unsure," I guess."

"Remember, you're the weapon. Give it everything you've got!" He pushes him forward once again, the boy looks up towards the demon.

"Here.. comes.. Monkie Kid!"

The boy spins his staff, and leaps high into the air. He faces off the demon for a moment then shoots forward to take it on straight forward and final.

"I am the weapon!" He yells.

Only for the demon to transform into the dark haired simian that was just encouraging him to fight with everything he's got.

The boy is punched hard in the stomach and the simian pulls back with a glowing ball of energy.

He falls and the clone floats down.