Once upon an orbit of planet Fait, a playful young girl and her flustered yet resourceful single father must endure sickness, encounter exotic creatures, escape a predatory government, and outwit a wicked wizard to survive just one more day. Having...
Once upon an orbit of Planet Fait around its weird sun, about midway down in the city of Tetrapolis--from where no human nor any other kind of creature, once captured, had ever escaped--there perched upon a particular ledge a father and his young daughter, who loved each other very much, yet were also very poor, and, upon this evening, very hungry. When this would be the case, the two would hide on a ledge, like this one, overlooking a Takke Store in Food Court, and set to their game.
"Him?" Nariah asked.
"No, too skinny," Rene answered. "He'd be too easy."
"How about him? Could you beat him?"
"No problem."
"Him," Nariah said. From their hiding perch overlooking the eatery and its tall yellow and red glass windows, the five-orbits-young girl elbowed her father, on his stomach, too, next to her. She pointed decisively at the biggest, meanest-looking life-form in the place, sitting down to a huge tray of food, and inhaling deeply with all three of his bulbous noses. "Definitely. Him."
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"Him?" said Rene. "He's like a mountain."
"Uh-huh. A mean mountain."
"Now that would be a challenge. Good choice, sweetie." Rene kissed the top of Nariah's head.
"Beat him, Daddy. Beat him good," she excitedly chimed.
"Well, how am I supposed to do that if you don't give me my magic powers?"
Nariah made whooshing sounds, "Sylva dust! Sylva dust!" while Rene flexed his not-significant bicep, trembling his arm dramatically, as if gaining supernatural power.
"Okay, okay, not too much, I don't want to hurt him. Wish me fortune?"
"Good fortune, Daddy."
While Rene slipped off into the shadows and swung down, Nariah kept expectant, grinning watch on the Takke Store's tall windows through her ultra-goggles, which made her big eyes even bigger.
The doors sliding open before him, in strutted Rene Naza to the Takke Store and already the workers treated him bad because, judging from his mottled clothes of blue, purple, yellow, he was obviously a sellstalt, a very poor person of the untouchable caste of Tetrapolis, and one who held no job in the factories (and no black shackle around his ankle). The Takkers in their red and yellow uniforms and funny little red and yellow striped hats tried to throw him out, but Rene protested.
