SOVEREIGNTY

Chapter 1

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It had really been a bad day for Alan, his wife had kicked his ass out of the house, literally kicked his ass as he was leaving slamming the door in his face. Only an hour before that, he received a call that his job had laid him off. The fact that he'd gotten most of the money from the bank account was about the only good thing had happened so far this day.

Trudging down the street, he'd already tried the few friends he had to see if he could stay with them for a few days, each had no time for him or space or hell just laughed at him. Well so much for those three friends, sighing Alan headed toward the cheap section of town might as well get a cheap room for a few days. He just hoped he could find another job soon, starving wasn't something he really wanted to try.

Checking in Alan made his way to the room, damn he was tired, and the bitch had really drained him of energy with this last fight. Laying down sleep took him almost as fast as his head hit the pillow something that just didn't happen to him the last few months. Usually Alan didn't dream, he thought it had something to do with stress he wasn't sure, this time though, almost as soon as his eyes were closed the dream started.

He was floating, where he wasn't sure, it was warm, it was peaceful something Alan wasn't accustomed to, in fact it was too comfortable. Then just as suddenly he was standing on the ground, well he thought it was ground he wasn't sure it had a yellowish tint to it like sand but this felt like he was standing on a sponge.

Wait Alan thought this is a dream I shouldn't be able to feel and... ? What was that god awful smell? Covering his nose as best he could Alan stepped forward almost sinking into the soft ... ground? Fuck this shit he thought, this should be solid when I walk on it, rising he was now on top of the ground. Huh? What the hell just happened? Walking for a few minutes almost choking, Alan thought the air was so putrid it needed to clear up so he could breathe better and like before the air was suddenly clean, clear and sweet smelling.

Ok, what the hell is going on? A noise drew him to a clump of small purple ... ugh he guessed bushes, on the other side, what could only be describe as a spiked black ball with eyes, was flinging an energy whip like weapon at a group of docile, pink, slug like creatures. The thing was these pink creatures had six legs and almost human like faces. Alan was about to turn and leave when he heard a single word in his mind, help!

The thought had been tinged with pain and suffering of a type Alan couldn't even begin to imagine. Turning back Alan was starting to get angry, stepping through the bushes, Alan faced the spiked ball which had stopped its whipping, you have to imagine Alan was 6' 2", the spike ball was almost as tall and about four feet across. Alan heard it think at him [who are you? It is a crime to interfere in the emperor's business.]

Alan could almost feel venom from the thoughts. [I know not of who this emperor is but you won't hurt them any more], Alan thought.

[Ah a Slimtori lover huh?] the ball thought, raising the whip it was about to strike, when Alan he held up his hand, the ball froze then shook, [NO! not a Trictatori! I beg your forgiveness lord! I was only following orders! I beseech you not to kill this unworthy soul!]

Alan was a little unsettled and didn't move, in a flash the spike ball drew back the whip aiming for Alan.

What happened next was talked about for days among the Slimtori, as the whip traveled toward Alan it suddenly stopped and reversed course striking the spike ball, the screams Alan 'heard' almost brought a smile to his face. The whip repeatedly struck the spiked ball till there were no longer any sounds or thoughts from it, then the black shell cracked and an odd purple fluid began to slowly ooze from it.