Don't get too close. I'm dark inside.
The scorching sands of the wilderness would be burning Brennan's feet through his boots--had he not been floating on a plush green pillow. The heat wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but the presence of sand all around him was very comforting, it would definitely help him in a crisis. His pink robot, A.I.R.C., lied on his pillow with him, and most of his gear drifted behind him, except for a semi-transparent heart pendant, which he wore around his neck, it was just too dear to him for him not to wear it.
The 5'3" boy drifted along the desert, just enjoying the sands that went as far as the eye could see, and despite all the gear he carried with him, the boy was a giant target for slave traders. Brennan smiled as he drifted along, completely oblivious to the group of people wearing all black following him from not too far behind. He hummed a happy tune to himself, and A.I.R.C., his robot, groaned loudly, well, it was as close to a groan as a robot could perform, its circuits ever-so-slightly away from overheating. Brennan chuckled, and twirled around in the air, giggling like a little girl.
Meanwhile the group in black grew closer and closer, ready to capture a new slave. "I'll get him." Said a man with a gruff voice, quickly approaching the oblivious Brennan. He noted the floating items behind the boy, and drew a strange wand, crudely drawing a glyph in the air. "Magic: Negate." He said, and with a flash, Brennan and his weaponry were sent tumbling to the ground.
Brennan shrieked as he tumbled to the ground, and moaned, his skin already burnt by the burning sands. He groaned as he got up, fumbling for a weapon. He managed to grasp his Ancient Blade of Darkness, and stood up, clumsily holding his sword, his transformation had seeped away much of his physical strength.
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TAGGED @GeminiWORD COUNT 324
NOTES Time to have fun!
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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