The Chronicles Of Bob's Ordeal

It All Begins ~ Prologue

"Obo Hesij, from a world so boring that it is not even named," the withered man pauses, turning back. "Wait, why is this guy's form in this stack?"

"No, no, sir! Please just keep reading," a young flustered girl stammered "I picked him because he fits your definition of a hero perfectly."

"When did I give you a definition of a hero?" he inquired.

"Oh, well you... you were rambling on one day, it might have been the day after you came up with this...trial. You wanted me to find all the eligible leaders on all planes of existence, then spent seven months locked in your room developing a spell to set up a system by which I could assess each person's character and experiences and find you your heroes." During this rant the man slowly stopped listening and had taken hold of Obo's paper again and was mumbling to himself. All of this was not noticed by the girl who was caught up in her babbling.

"Hm... charming, handsome, loyal: seems too cliche." The man frowned at the paper, unaware that the girl had stopped and was now staring at him with a growing frown. "The only thing that is remotely interesting about this guy, is that he has a twin brother who hates his guts." This sparked an idea in the girl who decided to try and fix her mistake by bringing her boss the man who seems to have piqued his interest. "Oh well, I guess this Obo guy will do. But fetch me his brother's file. Bob Hesij."

"Bob?" she stared at her boss wracking her mind for any one matching that name. "I don't have his file sir."

"What?! How could you not have his file, how could you have failed me like this?" the boss starts to sob and cry out, knowing how it will affect the poor girl.

"Boss, I have the musicians you requested," a voice panted out soon followed by a small chocolate colored head of hair appearing at the top of the stairs. The girl was still standing helplessly, wondering how to get her boss' emotions in check so she could go about fulfilling his request. The boy soon was able to fully view the scene in front of him and all he just thought: "He is doing it again," giving no explanation to what 'it' was or how many times again ment.

"You have my mariachi band!" the evil wizard screamed like a fangirl, suddenly snapping out of the spell of depression. He desperately tried reaching for the papers in the boy's hands, nearly falling out of his large chair. He then sat straight composing himself, going for another complete switch in attitude. "Well, don't keep me waiting, let me see," he demands. Being swept away with fantasies of a personal mariachi band, the wizard failed to notice the girl heading off to personally invite Bob.