2nd February, 1888. I didn’t mean to do it. I warned her that she would be terrified if I took it off and yet she insisted. No. No. It wasn’t my fault, I warned her. My hands tremble, but for what? No, no, no! There …
Helyna strolled through the Forest of Winterborough, the great forest which she had only just discovered.
Five days ago, home would have been a big house in the centre of an enormous city. A house shared with her parents, two sisters, and one brother. It had been a family life with loads of arguments and fighting parents. At least until the bombs nearly destroyed the entire island.
Helyna had found everyone dead and all the buildings burnt to the ground, yet she herself had remained unhurt. Realising that staying alive in this ruined place was impossible, she ran North, vaguely hopeful that survival might still be an option there. After twenty-four hours of constant travelling, she had reached the Forest of Winterborough, which, strangely enough, seemed completely unharmed. After a short rest, she had moved as deep as she could into the woods until it felt as though she had arrived in an entirely different world. A world in which everything was green and brown, the sky clear blue, and the air fresh. A world people might have never known.
Helyna realised that she was very fortunate, as she had soon been able to gather many edible plants, nuts and fruits. It seemed almost unreal that she was in a place in which nature flourished fruitfully, whilst the entire outside world was destroyed.
She soon settled down on a big branch high up in an oak tree, made herself comfortable, and dozed off.
Scratch, scratch. Tick. Helyna woke up with a start. This was no natural sound. Somebody else was near. Without moving, she looked around, but it was now extremely dark in the forest. Even the pitch-black sky showed no signs of ever having known stars or a moon. Scratch, scratch. Tick. There it was again, yet this time the noises sounded familiar, as if someone was making a fire. Careful not to break any twigs, Helyna descended a few branches to have a better view of the forest beneath her.
One moment she saw nothing, the next she nearly lost her balance. Someone, or something, was hitting two stones together every other second, but no natural fire was being made. Bright blue sparks flew out every time the creature hit the stones together, and soon an icy blue fire erupted from between the stones, which the creature then put on the ground. Helyna soon forgot about the possible danger and curiously made her way towards the creature. As if it had sensed her long before she approached it, the face looked up at her and stared. Helyna was surprised by how inhumanly beautiful the creature’s face was. Its skin was a clear greyish blue, the eyes bright green, and pointed ears were sticking out of its hair which was long, black and wavy with thin braided locks of silver.
‘W-who are you?’ Helyna tried to ask as kindly as her voice could manage, ‘Do you live here?’
The creature did not answer but inclined its head towards the forest and gestured her hand towards her chest. ‘Y-you mean this is your forest?’ Helyna asked. The creature nodded. It now stood up and Helyna carefully took a few steps back as she realised that the creature was almost twice as tall as she was. It was wearing long pine green robes with silver leaf-patterns on them. Then it spoke: ‘People no come here. Forest mine. No humans ever here. How you find me?’
‘I… Eh,’ she stammered, ‘I ran away from the city because it had been completely destroyed. I don’t know why, but suddenly I heard bombs fall and now there is n-…’ She stopped when she noticed that the creature was now circling her as if taking in every detail of her appearance. ‘You inhuman. No human manage to find this place’. It spoke as if not listening to a word she was saying. Helyna was confused now. What did it mean? She had simply run as far as she could into the forest, trying to find a place to survive. As if sensing her confusion, the creature beckoned her to follow.
Soon they reached a big oak tree on which the creature put its hands, closing its eyes for a moment. Helyna gasped. The tree turned around, and a gaping hole appeared in front of them in the tree’s trunk. The creature entered the hole and gestured for Helyna to do the same. Inside the tree, the gap closed and she felt the ground rise up as though they were in an elevator. High above them a bright light grew bigger and she found herself gasping for breath while standing on what appeared to be the highest tree in the world. As she glued herself to the tree trunk to maintain her balance in the strong winds whirling all around her, the world came into view. Indeed, she could now see the world, not just the forest or the burnt cities. It seemed that the entire island had indeed been destroyed. No sign of life was to be seen. Yet the forest itself remained green and lively as ever.
Flabbergasted, she glanced at the creature. Without speaking, it pointed towards the edge of the forest that she had passed so quickly. About a kilometer deep inside the forest, she noticed an endless wall of icy blue smoke, spread entirely from the East to the West side. ‘No human cross, never,’ the creature told her again. ‘How did I run through it without noticing?’ Helyna asked. ‘You no ordinary, you inhuman, I show you,’ said the creature and out of nowhere she pulled out a twig with golden leaves and touched Helyna’s shoulder with it. A warmth spread throughout her body and the next thing she knew was that she was nearly as tall as the creature, having now become of similar appearance. ‘W-what am I?’, Helyna asked. ‘You elf, belong in nature beyond humans. You in peoples house by mistake. Reason you survive. Human world dead. Peoples unkind. Destroy planet, make wars. Selfish. Only inhumans alive now. I, Briaenythade. Follow me.’
As they descended the tree, Helyna noticed that instead of leading to the forest, the gap that they had previously gone through now led to a place underground. An enormous, spacious hall, bright because of the many candles lighting up the space, appeared before them, and now they were no longer alone as they walked through. Keeping her eyes wide open in order not to miss anything, Helyna noticed other elves casually strolling around or chatting with each other, but they were not the only creatures. Dwarves, hobbits, and animals who, Helyna did not imagine it, could talk, all passed their way and seemed to live in perfect harmony with one another. Finally, they arrived at two big wooden doors with handles made of golden leaves. Before opening the doors, Briaenythade spoke again: ‘No shock. You new, yet one of here. Inside is family. Will show place.’
As they entered through the doors, Helyna felt as if she had set foot in a place that was to be treated with great respect, almost sacred. The place was calm and peaceful, yet the atmosphere seemed cosy and cheerful. Soon she was introduced to several wonderfully friendly elves, who hospitably served her delicious elf-made meals. There were the warmest herbal soups, the fullest potato-and-vegetable mashes along with piles of fresh fruits and side dishes, the most savoury pasties, the fluffiest bread, the most delicious cakes and cinnamon pastries filled with raisins and honey… When Helyna felt as if she could eat no more, which was after a very long while since she had never tasted anything this tasteful before, Briaenythade reappeared to show her the rest of the place. ‘Rooms’ was not the right word to use. Every space looked like a burrow, yet much larger and fresher. There were sitting rooms with wooden benches and swings covered in leaves, fireplaces in every corner and all-wood tables and closets. The bedrooms had large wooden beds with lovely leaves-and-straw woven mattresses and sheets so exceptionally soft that they made it nearly impossible to resist going to bed. Everything was underground, yet no place was too obscure as every ‘room’ had at least one opening to the forest through which beams of sunshine lit up the entire space.
‘You here now,’ said Briaenythade. ‘Only if you trouble to us, you back to rotten world. For peoples, world is end. For us, world only begin. Welcome to Hylurania, blooming never-ending forest.’
She had barely finished speaking before Helyna felt extremely dizzy. Everything went a piercing white and she knew no more.
Slowly but surely, the world came into view again. However, Helyna was not underground. Nor was there any sign of elves having ever been there. She blinked and realised that she was sitting on the same branch on which she had fallen asleep, the forest being as quiet and peaceful as it had been when she had dozed off.
Helyna descended the tree and walked towards the place in which she could have sworn the elf had lit the fire. Not a single twig looked as if someone had set foot on it. Strongly disappointed, yet refusing to believe that it had been a dream, Helyna decided that she had better collect food for breakfast. While she searched for fruits and berries, she convinced herself that she had not imagined it, simply because it all made sense. After all, she was the only ‘human being’ left. Bearing this in mind, she travelled deeper into the woods, unaware of where the trees would take her. Only one thing was certain. She would respect and take care of the forest and its creatures. Hidden or visible, the forest was theirs.
A blood moon they said, they predicted. A supermoon to boot; a wonderous display of the ethereal shining its celestial crimson light on the Earth below. But that’s the thing about humans: prediction is never concrete, especially with concern to the transcendental. Selene just wanted to …
It is said that a town, which sleeps by daylight and works by moonlight, lies on the border of the Transylvanian region.
As if it’s cut into its own pocket of time, cut off from the rest of society, this town is utterly self-sufficient. No trade whatsoever exists between any other towns or cities. Rather; they grow their own crop; rear their own livestock; and collect water from the rain or from the river Olt. One can say it is literally a dark town for no electricity exists in this place; the moonlight guides their nightly chores.
Unlike most of the Romanian country, the people in this town are not of Orthodox Religion. Rather, they worship the moon and look to it for guidance and aid whenever necessary. The people in this town enjoy bathing in the moon’s chilly embrace and scorn the warm hug of the sun. The only red sphere in the sky they accept is The Blood Red Moon; a moon which is said to appear once every century.
Yet, despite the fact that a century has passed since its last sighting, the blood red moon is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, a lone man and his faithful dog happen upon the strange and mystical town of Dracourt. They vow to aid the inhabitants with solving their peculiar mystery.
The lone man enters the tavern which was only lit by candlelight. He instructs Karshin to stay outside. Once inside, he sits at the bar and orders a beer. The tavern owner looks him up and down with a questioning glance, hands him his beer and questions, “You’re not from these whereabouts, are you? Whatever could be your name? And what business do you have here?”
The lone man sips his beer as the tavern owner asks him these questions and simply answers in a quick manner, “No. Alden. Mystery of ‘The Blood Red Moon’”
The tavern owner claps his hands together and bows in an apologetic manner. “Oh please excuse me, I didn’t mean to offend ye, it is just strange to have travellers here is all.”
Alden chugs down his beer and puts the money needed on the counter. “It’s okay. Keep the change.” By this time, his tone is frigid. Alden gets up, leaves the tavern, and starts to walk further into town. “Karshin! Follow!” Karshin looks at Alden for a moment, smiles and does as instructed.
While in the heart of the town Alden goes from door to door, asking questions about the strange disappearance of the blood red moon. However, no one tells him anything of importance related to the mystery. The only information he hears, over and over again, is how important the blood red moon is to the town. With every repetition of the same information, Alden feels a strong ache at the side of his head like a drill, as if the information which he is given is trying to burrow its way into his skull and into his brain, slowly turning him into a mindless wretch who only accepts the moon.
While Alden is speaking with the townsfolk, Karshin remains by his side, listening intently. However, unlike Alden, Karshin is unaffected by the repetition of this information.
With just one house left to ask, Alden begrudgingly knocks on the door, fully expecting to hear the exact same information and the exact same story which he has already heard. However, to his surprise, what he finds instead is a mother with red, puffy eyes and tears streaming down her face. “What happened?” Alden asks, clearly perplexed.
“My child!” The woman bellows, “They took my child! Into the Monastery! Please! They mean to kill my child!”
With this news Karshin growls and dashes towards the Monastery, his white figure only seen whenever he passes through candlelight. Alden starts running after his faithful companion, a million thoughts swimming around in the sea of his mind as to why Karshin had run off the way he did. These thoughts only serve to make the ache in his head worse. Instead of a drill, it is now like a chainsaw cutting across his forehead and splitting his head in two. In spite of this, Alden carries on.
As Karshin enters the Monastery, the scream of a child rings throughout its walls, making Karshin bark vigorously.
The eerie combination of sounds propels Alden into the monastery, but silence falls as he steps inside and he freezes at the entrance. The ache in his head subsides, fading away into the moonlight.
A young child stands upright, a spear going up his rectum and jutting out of his mouth. A pool of crimson liquid is directly beneath the child, fresh and pure as can be. Alden staggers towards the child, only then realising that there is a Moon Priest standing at the altar with a goblet full of crimson liquid.
As Alden steps closer, he realises that the Moon Priest is praying in a language unbeknownst to him;
O, sânge lună roșie te implor
întoarce-te la noi și dă-ne binecuvântarea ta
dacă mai ești în viață
fă ca lichidul roșu din acest pahar să strălucească cu harul tău veșnic
Once the prayer was done, the crimson liquid started glowing red and the Moon Priest let out a cheerful cry. “Încăînviață! Încăînviață! Luna roșie a sângeluiesteîncăînviață!”
Karshin promptly jumps onto the alter and spills the crimson liquid all over it, before starting to rigorously lap it up. The Moon Priest screams in rage and hopelessness, fearing that the blood red moon will never appear to them again.
“Halt thy incessant cry!” Although Karshin’s bellow in unknown to both humans, he is easily understood by both.
“Dost thou not realise that thy prayer has worked? Is thou so blind to thy own machinations that dost doesn’t realise that thy is in the presence of the great Qamar? The same Qamar which why worship and looketh forward to every century?”
“Karshin?” Disbelief makes Alden’s voice faint; he must have been dozing somewhere, lost in dreams.
“Thy folly is truly astounding. Nay!” responds the white dog, his face and paws stained red with blood “I am called Qamar, I am what people in this town refer to as ‘Blood Red Moon’.”
Their eyes almost escape from their sockets as both Alden and the Moon Priest open their eyes wide, staring wordlessly at the dog. “How?” Alden asks with a tremor in his voice. “You were with me for years, always by my side. We went on adventures together; we saw the world together.”
Qamar chuckles, “Aye I did. For 100 years I had takeneth the form of a subservient dog, staying by the side of man, seeing how humans treat the land. However, I am not a dog, I am a god! And as a god, I am disappointed with how thy humans decideth to treat land given to thee by the gods! Abuse is everywhere! Livestock unloved, waters poisoned with oil, land stolen from nutrients. Thy humans should be punished for the way thy treated the land!” A blinding, crimson light erupted from Qamar’s body, and in the place of a dog now rested a bird with six crimson wings, a black beak and a white body.
Qamar bellowed once more, “Not all is lost. I shall giveth thee a year to reform thy factories, change thy ways and learn to appreciate the land which was borrowed unto thee. Fail to do so and you risk the destruction of the world. Fir without the moon there is no sun, without the sun there is no life, and without life there are no people. I will appear to thee exactly a year from now to pass judgment.”
Once the final word resonated from wall to wall, Qamar flapped his wings and a shimmering white light erupted from him. In what was once Qamar’s place stood nothing except the red light of the moon.
Alden looked up and saw the blood red moon retreating under the mountains as the sun rose and took the moon’s place. What could once have been described as a warm, relaxing feeling was now replaces with the feeling of dread.
The world’s timer had begun.
In this bright black darkness
For something not heartless.
O, blood red moon
Whom have you swoon?
Muttered. Mumbled. Muffled.
A bloody stream
Makes me scream.
Slowly, swallowing, stepping.
Hypnotized by the crimson
Instinctively I reach
The voiceless aches,
O, blood red moon
Whom have you swoon?
Trying to untangle
Temptation lies within
Until one is bitten.
But she is pulled back by the voiceless
Who is heartless…
“Go!” She shot off like a bullet ricocheting against the sand, leaving dust in her trail. Whoops, cheers, and howls of encouragement erupted from the ruthless crowd as they watched the Prince of Thessaly chase determinedly, albeit helplessly, after the Arcadian huntress. Atalanta, jogging just …
I am what drives men to kill each other
I am the tainter of souls
I make you forget what it means to rest.
I dress you in the armour of desolation
With the sword of anguish on your side And the shield of hatred on the other.
I burn like pestilence in your mouth
I’m bitter like blood.
Chaos reigns triumphant, I always win.
It happened at once
Quick and swift
No time to feel
Submerged in peace, with no time to think.
No black abyss.
No blinding light.
I drowned in peace, in a violent peace which
weighed me down.
I couldn’t help but desire to drown
No noise or cries or machines I could hear
Not my heartbeat, raging with fear.
Peace took over, it bruised and beat my body It
took over me, made me subordinate to her
Peace controlled me. It stripped all that I had
Took my ability to feel, to say, to behave
It left my shell broken and untidy.
She adorned me with a ribbon, wrapping her gift tightly.
No one can prepare you for the kindness of peace
The love she provides, a promise of a new life.
She takes you into her loving arms and guides
“I surrender,” Jacob said, hands held up. The guards were confused. They were not used to people coming to the gates to surrender, especially when it meant certain death. Unfortunately, Jacob saw no other way this could end. Not without extracting a higher price in …
The chained Prometheus followed the trail of the slowly setting sun with his eyes, treasuring the last few moments of warmth that he would have for the day. He knew full well how unforgivingly cold the night could get up in the mountains, but even after all the time he had spent there alone, it never got any easier to bear. Just then, the titan felt the still very odd sensation of something growing within his side – it was his own liver, he knew, regenerating itself in preparation for yet another day of it being feasted upon by the ravenous eagle of Zeus. Such was Prometheus’s punishment for rebelling against the lord of the sky – to spend the rest of his immortality as bird’s prey.
Nonetheless, the titan persevered valiantly through the never-ending cycle of torment that had become his life. What is more, he was fully happy with the fate of things; he was content he had resolved to give humanity control over fire. After all, Prometheus was donned with the gift of foresight and fully anticipated his punishment for disobeying Zeus’s commands so blatantly. Indeed, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would steal from the gods again if he were given another chance. Then again, the titan thought, how was he expected to not favour the interest of his own children, the ones he himself had so patiently fashioned from mud? How was he supposed to stand the thought of Zeus wanting humanity to remain an inferior race to the gods, just so he could bully it with his lightning bolts whenever he pleased? No, the odds had to be evened somehow; man had to have some form of advantage.
And thus, Prometheus was taken back to his most defining act of defiance, to that day when he had scaled Mount Olympus itself and sneaked into the workshop of Hephaestus, the blacksmith god. There he had found, all glowing, a flickering ball of orange flame – fire. He had hurriedly sneaked it into a hollow stalk of fennel and swiftly descended back down the mountain, arriving to the people living on the lower slopes of the home of the gods appearing much like a torchbearer. It was then that Prometheus had become the champion of humanity: he who had given man the advantage, the godly spark, the catalyst of progress. Not long after that, Prometheus felt the electricity in the air – a sign that Zeus already knew of his treason.
Lost in his thoughts, the chained titan hardly realised that a new dawn had already come; by noon, he was still blissfully dreaming of the advanced civilizations that man could have formed since his own imprisonment. However, Prometheus’s reverie quickly dissolved into dust as the sharp squawk of an eagle – the eagle – pierced the air. He could see the approaching bird’s eyes staring hungrily at him, and when its beak finally bit into him, he was flooded with excruciating pain. Thinking of the gift he had given his sons and fully convinced that it was all worth his suffering, however, Prometheus never let out a single scream.
The whole world consisted of people who were intelligent and who spoke in pretty much the same wavelength. As the people progressed scientifically, materially and socially, they were able to find a place which was devoid of buildings and decided to settle there. They named …
How dare you sit high and mighty and permit pain to fester.
Have you grown so entitled
And think yourselves great as you gorge on our suffering.
Allow me to show you pain:
It’s being home with no solace;
It’s being stuck in a maze
With no star to guide you home ward;
It’s the shock of the cold side of the bed
Where it was once warm;
The reversal of butterflies-
A motion sickness whilst you try to grasp the unravelling threads
Of what is becoming of you.
When you stopped to smell the roses and realised
They have decayed before your very eyes;
When your face has succumbed
To its natural shape as you choked on the tears;
When you have contrived a puzzle but all the colours have faded;
Was it always black & white?
When your hair stood on edge as the thunder rolled in;
Ruining your sunlight basking-
Why does it never last long?
It’s drowning slowly but surely,
Where there’s no water; nothing at all.
My pain demands to be felt.
Joshua was extraordinary in his own way. From a regular person’s point of view, he was spooky and too much of a nerd. From his parents’ perspective, he was proud of himself and enjoyed going out alone, a tendency which they deemed to be rather absurd. Despite knowing this, he viewed himself as being unique and gifted. He was quite a proud child yet he hardly ever complained. He was nothing short of a once-in-a-decade genius, and to prove this to himself he had managed to transplant his own brain with a supercomputer, one he had invented using scrapyard materials. Anesthetic was not required and not a drop of blood was spilled throughout the hour-long surgery. The thought of possibly dying in the process just made him laugh.
The impressive young boy was annoyingly secretive: he was never willing to share his ideas with the government or any scientific research centers in spite of how much they bugged him. He was aware of the consequences that result from events where powerful men are handed obscure objects. They would only abuse them and go against both nature and each other due to their extreme irresponsibility and greed. Josh hardly cared about human extinction anyway but he would never wish harm upon his own money-motivated species.
The teen was considered to be a hero in the eyes of many Nobel Prize winners even though he was a cyborg. Despite being partially mechanical—Cybrain, as his small circle of friends respectfully called him—he never forgot the concept and dynamics of emotions and still had a metaphorical heart of gold. He was disappointed and teary-eyed about the way his parents spoke to him, glad when his 14th PhD was approved, and creeped out when he realized what his precognition meant. Joshua had unintentionally, yet luckily, managed to install a piece of equipment in his brain which allowed him to look into the near future.
Joshua was now aware that he was finally going to avenge himself by battling against a being that was approximately thirty times the size of Pluto. The fight was going to take place the day after tomorrow. This meant that Josh only had two days to prepare for what he hadn’t arranged for and to make sure to obtain in the final battle against this monster. In the child’s most recent experiment, the soul of a dead dog had been swapped with that of a goldfish. Joshua respected all forms of life except human life, but he loved canines more than anybody else. He’d been wishing for a dog ever since he was eight years old, but his parents always silenced him when he brought it up. He thought it would be a good idea to carry out the same experiment using his soul and a large robot that he had built using Iron Man’s blueprints.
After being told when the rematch would be, the teenage genius spent the afternoon building the metal body. Ever since Joshua gained the ability to look into the future, he hardly cared about anything anymore, including himself. As he was going through all the possible outcomes of the battle in his brain, Josh built an antimatter gun, a hydrogen bomb pistol which could carry approximately 250 bombs if they were scientifically shrunk using nanotech, and what he needed most: a pair of headphones so that he’d be able to block out the resonance from the battle while listening to his favorite music. Ever since Josh gained the ability to look into the future, he had lost all interest in loving himself and all others and only cared about what the logical outcome would be.
After he had ploughed through the plan, he grabbed his now lifeless body from the floor, where it had fallen after the soul exchange, covered it in crushed vampire bones to preserve it, and propped it up in his bed so that his parents wouldn’t suspect a thing. This time round he didn’t want to tell them where he was going or what he was doing. This was too important for them to intrude upon and to tell him that it was too much
Joshua had never felt so creeped out in his 17 years of frequently and discreetly travelling to new locations on Earth, other planets, and stars in our solar system. He used vehicles fully equipped with futuristic technologies that Earth’s other top scientists thought would only be available in the following 200 years. Although he had frequently toyed around and experimented on trapped ghosts, which he collected using his enchanted plastic bag, and almost slayed vampires on a daily basis, he had never faced such an unusual and fictional being. Josh was aware of how to beat the beast, but he felt as though his enemy held a trick up his sleeve.
The robot was travelling into Jupiter’s core approximately fifteen minutes before the battle commenced. This was possible because his ship could oppose the massive pressures within the atmosphere. Joshua’s soul was contained in the metal box and was thus able to feel the enemy’s presence gradually approaching. He finally felt ready to defeat the giant, yet something was quite shady. He knew that if he lost the battle, then his violent opponents would be compelled to leave his planet’s atmosphere and circle the solar system with such velocity that he’d be able to change the helical orbit of the planets and the sun. Thus, he would cause them to crash, leading to their inevitable destruction.
Little did Giant-Mouth know how fond of Earth’s creatures, (excluding humans), his opponent was. Josh was also interested in and intrigued by the small colony with eyes for noses and noses for eyes that lived peacefully at the center of the moon. This was because Josh happened to love all aspects in relation to anatomy and the moon species in particular were capable of smelling with their eyes and seeing with their noses, hence being capable of viewing all forms of light waves without being harmed by any of them. This was the main reason why Cybrain had to fight bravely and as quickly as possible.
Giant-Mouth and Cybrain had been sworn enemies for eons due to the fact that Jupiter’s inhabitant had destroyed the last book detailing the Donkvoidian history about the highly prestigious toilet-paper industry on the planet of Uranus. Joshua was very fond of books in general, but he’d never thought that a species of extra-terrestrial microbes would infect humanity in general and that the first object they’d fight over would be toilet-paper itself. He knew that humans were stupid despite the high pedestal that they put themselves upon and that was the reason why he held a grudge against them. Regardless of this, however, he never wished any debilitating problems upon them.
About ten minutes later, Josh put on his trustworthy headphones and waited impatiently. He made sure to badmouth his enemy as soon as he showed up and waited for him for an appropriate length of time to reciprocate. As he took out his hydrogen bomb weapon, the huge opponent immediately started to laugh as he registered how tiny his opponent actually was in comparison. As he ignorantly opened his mouth to breathe deeply from laughing too hard, the miniscule robot made good use of his gun and shot out all of the giant’s teeth in a matter of seconds. Dragons flew out of the destroyed jaw but Joshua was extremely capable of blocking out the fires with his magical flame retardant shield. He repelled the flames, thus burning the winged reptiles alive. He had wished for this protective gadget when encountering a genie who was flying on one of the toxic gas clouds on Venus. This was an easy task for the courageous teen so far and he was unsure about what was causing his uneasy feeling of premonition.
The large opponent, bellowing with pain, started to make circular movements with his hands, hoping to hit the arrogant creature with his pointed and crooked fingernails. He was quite defenseless. After all, his impressively sharpened teeth were what stirred up his name. Joshua used his antimatter gun and the enemy’s fingers and nails dissolved in the blink of an eye. This made Giant-Mouth furious and he summoned demonic witches from beneath his eyelids. These outlandish creatures calmly walked towards Cybrain and sent swarms of demons similar to parasites to eat him alive. This was what had been stressing him out earlier, but luckily, he had prepared a medusa head for such an occasion. He whipped it out of his chest while covering his eyes extremely carefully and heard the army solidify in a couple of minutes. As they all descended into the large beast, Josh heard his opponent scream and swear up until he was calcified too.
The brilliant hero had single-handedly saved the whole solar system from the deadly beast a second time. He knew that upon arriving back to Earth he’d receive no thanks whatsoever, but he never expected that his parents would make him go wash their cars without even realizing that their son was seemingly trapped in a metallic coffin. For the first time in his life, Joshua ignored them completely and paid no attention to their awful complaints. He transferred his soul back into his human body and, in doing so, figured that being so smart was a supernatural power which carried a lot of responsibility.