Someguyfromcrowd

The dead city, forever stripped of its name, lay bathed in sunlight. A handful of clouds hovered in the great blue expanse of the sky, providing little relief from the scorching rays of the sun. Clusters of rabbit-like creatures scampered through the streets with their thin ears perked up high. Vulcan dozed beneath the shadow of a five-story building, lying on an adjacent roof. Dried blood stained his fur. He twitched in his slumber, clawing at unseen demons. The sun gradually peeked over the rim of the apartment complex, jolting him wide awake. A profound weariness hung in his bones. His feeling of weakness from the past day had yet to be

A shack in the forest glows softly in the dawn's light. The forest around it, streaked with life, lies quiet. Inside a creature stands shaking her reptilian arms grasping for something that isn't there. But something else is there. A note. "Do you wish to clasp what has been stolen from your grasp? Then you shall heed my challenge of greed: decode my riddle and find me and I may hear your plea. Others will come too, all struggling just like you. -The Thief" On the back of the note scribbled in charcoal is a map. The destination is clear but the path is not. Perhaps we should first learn her name. She is Aeja, a wand

Meanwhile, Fox was perusing a volume of ancient Cyrillic poetry. He turned the page, which was actually a slice of cabbage. Ever since receiving a severe concussion from the sudden adjustment of gravity, he had dramatically reinvented is life. Reading had been an avid pursuit of his for over five minutes. "Please stop trying to read my cabbage sandwich," said the Thief as he tried to find his checkbook to pay the gravity bill. Little did he know that the checkbook was in another dimension. "Stop trying to eat my book," retorted Fox. He turned another page, which was a slightly wilted piece of cabbage. Since he had no hands, he used his pow