Western spaghetti's era

The antimatter blacksmith kept beating his anvil thinking about the old good times where he watched, or better, admired his beloved papa who seemed so in love with the anvil and the powerful and hasty weapons and tools he forged, while the clumsy clouds he gave birth to at every hit of his arms on his trusty and rustless friend, were playing a Caribbean hide and seek. No one of them though had made a claim of thrones, they were just enjoying their game. Wouldn't be beautiful to be as carefree and lighthearted?

Among creep and feels the glider, an invisible enemy hidden beneath the trees awaited.

He was waiting for the right moment to strike and conquer his vengeance against those who exiled him to a boring, barren realm where he was surprised to have survived the boredom.

The Panda Clan was his target because the one that gave him the final sentence was the clan chief head at the time.

Little did he know that the wise man Kalakael went into retirement and came back to the little island city where he was born, far from his enemies' intentions.

Mastro Kabukto was his successor and he knew a lot about his old friend the Glider, and even if the latter was invisible the chief knew exactly what to aspect and asked the Sewers’ Clan to keep under watch his action.

The oldest clan of the realm, in fact, was formed by experts in Medieval Astrology, an art very ancient but very powerful who consented only to the heir of the original sewers, to connect to the sky and its observer to constantly monitor all the people and living being under its vast extensions, even outside of the realm.

Kanoi, the glider, wanted to watch the whole world burn only because he did not fit in. He hated everybody for no particular reason.

He never looked for the reason why nobody wanted to have to do with him. Didn’t understand that giving unkind glances in return for people being nice to him was the motive for the mistreatment.

It was a shame that the Council could see his every move on the edge of the water, as it reflected the sky, and even read his most inner thoughts of revenge and anger.

They had just to choose the right person to face the enemy in a fatal duel. Kabukto volunteered but they thought that was not a good idea to send the clan’s chief to the battlefield. He was important to all of his townsfolk.

They then decided to hold a secret conference where they had to establish who to deploy in battle in place of the chief.

As he wanted really to participate in the fight but was harshly discarded he asked the council members to be the ones to choose his substitute. There were many brave men in town, but only one had to be the chosen one, so he scanned all of the faces of the contestants focusing on their eyes as he was sure to know that only by that he was able to make a good decision on the right fighter.

His glare met the one of a young guy who blossomed in strength, the health of the mind and the body, determination and fairness. He was the one.

“When all of this is over”, he said to himself “I want to ask this young man to be my successor” as the other’s glance was still battling his like the staring fight between two cowboys of past memory.

After a brief but intense training, the candidate was ready to face his opponent, so they let spread the gossip to warn the Glider that his fate was doomed. That was enough to make him abandon his cove and finally fight under the burning sun. Even the Blacksmith stopped his smithing to watch the duel.

The Glider impregnated in his arrogance thought he already had one because it was a person from the streets his rival, one without power, so he was convinced that it was an easy win.

That’s why he was so surprised when he launched one of his throwing knives, that formed the wings of his glider, and after a few seconds, he felt a bullet trespassing his bowels and letting him panting to the ground.

That guy from nowhere shoot at him with a speed of wonder using a revolver that looked brand new but at the same time was the witness of the furious age of the Old Wild West, and in a blink had defeated the villain with the same agility of a real cowboy of the Western Spaghetti’s era.

So he gathered all of that anger for his great revenge to be sent into nothingness by a simple, powerless human?

Inspired by the music featured in the first 100 days in Modded Minecraft by TinStarFish, available in the YouTube Audio Library