What a day it was in the beautiful forest of magnolia town, Birds chirping, winds blowing, sun shining, kids playing, and a weird white haired guy sitting in a tree carefully crawling down the branch like some sort of perverted catterpillar. He slowly but surely crawled down the branch one step at a time as he tried to reach his goal, At the end of the branch, a bright red apple with a glistening glim to it.
Ganch's mouth watered as he looked at the red orb of deliciousness approaching his face. Now it wasn't normal for him to get so up in arms about an apple but living the lifestyle that he does nowadays has really lowered his standards. he liked to call himself a mage but really he was more of a homeless choreboy for hire. Heck his cape migh't as well have read, WILL WORK FOR JEWELLS that is how desperate he was. Still he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy the mage life seeing the sights was always nice even tough lately he'd just been tracking around in Magnolia.
But enough thinking about food right now it was time to aquire said food, With an outreached arm he stretched for the apple trying to grab it, but just as he felt the cold red shell against his hand a loud snap was heard, and Ganch, along with the entire tree branch started plummeting towards the ground. Now ganch managed to stop himself mid air by fying, wich brang up the question of why he was even climbing the tree to begind with. the branch, slammed against the ground and snapped but luckily the apple landed in a unusually large spot of moss.
But just as Ganch started flying towards it, a small spindly hand, grabbed the apple from the pile of moss. Ganch looked up in distress to who had stolen his next meal, and there standing at a spectacular three and a half feet tall, was a blonde little kid throwing the apple up and down like a baseball.
His next adversary was eight years old...
Ganch's mouth watered as he looked at the red orb of deliciousness approaching his face. Now it wasn't normal for him to get so up in arms about an apple but living the lifestyle that he does nowadays has really lowered his standards. he liked to call himself a mage but really he was more of a homeless choreboy for hire. Heck his cape migh't as well have read, WILL WORK FOR JEWELLS that is how desperate he was. Still he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy the mage life seeing the sights was always nice even tough lately he'd just been tracking around in Magnolia.
But enough thinking about food right now it was time to aquire said food, With an outreached arm he stretched for the apple trying to grab it, but just as he felt the cold red shell against his hand a loud snap was heard, and Ganch, along with the entire tree branch started plummeting towards the ground. Now ganch managed to stop himself mid air by fying, wich brang up the question of why he was even climbing the tree to begind with. the branch, slammed against the ground and snapped but luckily the apple landed in a unusually large spot of moss.
But just as Ganch started flying towards it, a small spindly hand, grabbed the apple from the pile of moss. Ganch looked up in distress to who had stolen his next meal, and there standing at a spectacular three and a half feet tall, was a blonde little kid throwing the apple up and down like a baseball.
His next adversary was eight years old...