*Lets go back in time and see what happened*
"Sir Jeriah..." Lord Mianite sat in his golden throne. "My most loyal champion..." He tapped his finger on one of the arm rests. "Raised by a high-class Blood Mage..." A single breath would echo throughout the giant room. "Almost killed Mot Screziato on many occasions..."
Jeriah was dead silent, he stood completely still and held onto the handle of his Kikoku. "...my prized champion and Blood Mage..." Mianite stood up. He walked over to Jeriah, "I want you to kill Mot Screziato, burn Katsir to the ground and let Country Bat rot in jail."
"Do you understand me?"
Jeriah nodded his head, "Yes."
*Fast forward into the future*
The brave warriors of Katsir fought against Mianite's warriors. Mot and Jeriah personally fought on top of a tree. "You're getting weaker, my friend." Mot grinned. "I'm not and will never get weaker." Jeriah grunted. Mot sliced the Blood Mage's face, "That's what you think."
The warrior dropped his Kikoku and fell to the ground. "You are getting a little cocky, eh?" Mot smiled. "You didn't win." Mianite was behind Mot, he almost stabbed him but Wag used a projectile spell to knock him out. "Sorry Mianite!" He said. Alyssa flew over to Wag and Mot. "Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yeah I'm fine-"
"I was talking to Mot, douchemuffin."
"Yeah..." Wag rolled his eyes. Pearl hugged him from behind, "I care if you're ok." She said. "Ew." Alyssa stuck out her tongue. Mot smiled, "YOU GUYS OK?" He yelled at the army. Most of them said yes, some others with bruises and cuts said no. "ALL OF YOUS CAN GO HOME NOW!" Alyssa yelled. "Can we stay here in Katsir?"Matt asked (where did they come from?) "Of course!" Mot beamed. Jeriah moaned in pain, "Can we keep him?"
"No."
"But whyyyy?!"
"Because he will kill us."
"But, but, but-"
"We'll just return him to Mianite."
Alyssa sniffled and did the puppy eyes. "FIIINE!" Mot picked up Jeriah, he dragged him to his tent. "You guys can stay in my tent." Mot said. "Country Bat, you feed them."
"Fine." Alyssa huffed.
Hiy guys! I officially ran out of things to do on the Internet so I'm getting a Tumblr, a fascinating waste of time don't you think? (I got the douchemuffin thing from Karkalicious)
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Waglington: It All Started With A Cloak And Some Magic.
ספרות חובביםWaglington Magica was the 5th out of 10 children. He never got any attention and was always stuck alone in the corner with a book. Until 1 day when he found out he could cast spells and make potions as a wizard, Wag decided to run away and explore t...
