The wolf shrank back to normal size and once again perched itself on the General's shoulder, looking deceptively cute and innocent. Both Asura and Magrathea on his back stared at the glowing creature. Continuously.
"I don't remember it being blue."
"It's turquoise."
"Oh you know that word. When did you?"
"Never mind, the door's opening."
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Isn't this what you wanted, Asura? A way into the Catacombs? Or do you want another Goomba fruit to go with it?"
"I may or may not need you to follow us in."
"Nope. Screw that. See you never."
"Right, I didn't want to do this. Magathea, get down for a moment."
"But-oof!"
Asura stalked up to right beside the General, leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Two eyes narrowed and turned to glare at Asura. He just stood there and watched as the General's fists tightened.
"Fine."
Asura triumphantly walked back to Magrathea and picked him up again, piggyback style.
"Well then, what's the problem? Come on. I can't wait to get lost and die. The more the merrier."
The trio entered the Catacombs, and as the dragon's mouth closed, Magrathea turned back to catch one last glimpse of the forest in the distance.
He had a deep sinking feeling that thy would be his last glimpse of green.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
