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Pickles in the Land of Nonsense: Chapter 1

An absurd fantasty

By Isla GriswaldPublished 12 months ago 4 min read
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Pickles in the Land of Nonsense: Chapter 1
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THE DESERT~~~

Pickles and Spiky set out into the desert, the sun beating down upon them. They walked for hours, the sand beneath their feet seeming to stretch out forever. Spiky was uncharacteristically quiet, and Pickles couldn't help but notice.

"What's on your mind?" Pickles asked, glancing over at his friend.

Spiky sighed. "I just can't help but think that we're not going to find the Crystal. It's been lost for so long, and there are so many obstacles in our way. What if we're just wasting our time?"

Pickles shook his head. "We can't think like that. We have to stay positive, and keep moving forward. We'll find it, Spiky. I know we will."

Spiky smiled weakly, and the two continued on in silence. The desert was harsh, and they were running low on supplies. But Pickles refused to let that get in their way. He was determined to find the Crystal, no matter what it took.

As they walked, they noticed a strange figure in the distance. It was tall and thin, with a long black cloak billowing in the wind. They couldn't make out any features, but they both knew who it was.

"Zephyr," Pickles growled.

Zephyr was a powerful wizard, and Pickles' arch-nemesis. He had been searching for the Crystal of Power for years, and Pickles knew that he would stop at nothing to get it.

"Stay alert," Pickles warned Spiky. "We don't know what he's capable of."

They continued on, keeping a close eye on Zephyr as he approached. When he was close enough to speak, he grinned wickedly.

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "If it isn't Pickles and Spiky. What brings you out to the middle of nowhere?"

"We're on a quest," Pickles said defiantly. "We're looking for the Crystal of Power."

Zephyr's eyes gleamed. "Ah, yes. The Crystal. I've been searching for that for years. I'm afraid you'll have to give up your search, boys. The Crystal belongs to me."

Pickles drew his sword. "Over my dead body."

Zephyr chuckled. "If you insist."

The battle between Pickles and Zephyr was fierce. They were evenly matched, and Spiky tried his best to help from the sidelines. But in the end, it was Pickles who emerged victorious. He stood over Zephyr's defeated body, panting heavily.

"I'll be back," Zephyr hissed. "You haven't seen the last of me."

Pickles ignored him, turning to Spiky. "Let's keep moving. We're running out of time."

They walked for days, the desert seeming to go on forever. But finally, they saw something on the horizon. It was a small oasis, surrounded by lush greenery.

As they approached, they noticed a strange creature sitting by the water. It was a six-legged frog, with bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness.

"Hello," Pickles said cautiously. "What are you doing here?" He then recognized who it was. "Frogleg!"

Frogleg blinked lazily. "I live here. What brings you to my home?"

"We're on a quest," Spiky explained. "We're looking for the Crystal of Power."

Frogleg's eyes widened. "The Crystal of Power? I know of it. I have something that will aid you in your quest." He handed Pickles a small, shimmering crystal. "This crystal will guide you to the location of the Crystal of Power. Follow its light, and you will not be led astray."

Pickles thanked Frogleg and held the crystal up to the light. It glowed softly, and he knew that they were on the right track.

As Pickles and Spiky followed the crystal's light, they came across a small village inhabited by the mischievous Flibberts. The Flibberts were known for their trickery and deceit, but they were also rumored to have knowledge of the Crystal of Power.

Pickles and Spiky cautiously made their way into the village, keeping a close eye on the mischievous Flibberts. They were greeted with fake smiles and empty promises, and it soon became clear that the Flibberts had no intention of helping them find the crystal. Just when it seemed that all hope was lost, the small crystal in Pickles' pocket began to glow brighter and brighter.

The crystal's light was so powerful that it blinded the Flibberts, and Pickles and Spiky were able to escape. They continued on their journey, knowing that they were closer than ever to finding the Crystal of Power.

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Isla Griswald

I am, and always have been, obsessed with names, swords, and everything relating to ancient Greece and Rome.

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