Tyler was just busy chilling with his friends at Heama’s Everything-shop, where a girl named Heama sold everything.
His cheeks were beginning to hurt from laughing at one of his friends' jokes when he noticed Chanta. Chanta was half-human half-phoenix, which meant, like the legendary bird itself, she could sprout fiery wings to fly and rise from her own ashes if she needed to. One twist about her was that she could breath fire too, which is what made her a tad dangerous. Chanta was a generally nice person, but she had terrible anger issues, and was a major force to be reckoned with if you got her mad, since she had fire powers.
“Hi Heama,” began Chanta. “Do you have any spicy hot wings in stock?” she asked.
Heama began to sweat, since she already knew her answer. “N-no, I don’t have any hot wings today, you ordered them all yesterday.”
“Hmm. Ordered them all yesterday huh?” Chanta muttered. She opened her mouth and breathed her vicious fire breath, burning the front counter to a crisp. Now there was no barrier between Chanta and Heama.
This is when Tyler fully swiveled around to see this. He couldn’t believe what Chanta had just done. He knew she had anger issues, but not like this.
Chanta began to unhinge her mouth and catch anything she could on fire. “THIS’LL teach ya’ to never run out of hot wings!” yelled Chanta.
“AHHH! Fire! Everyone evacuate the shop!” yelled Heama. And with that she ran out the back door.
“We should go,” said one of Tyler’s friends. “I don’t wanna end up burnt.”
“You guys go on ahead,” Tyler told his friends. “I’ll try and stop Chanta.” and with that, Tyler flipped one of his trusty magic coins in the air, and caught it cleanly in his palm. See, Tyler wasn’t just any normal kid. He lived in a fairy-tale world where stores could spawn anything in existence, lizards could talk, and magical coins could give you any power you needed to deal with a situation.
Instead of landing on a symbol, Tyler’s magic coin had words that would materialize as he threw it in the air. Once the coin landed in his palm he read what it said quickly. Levitation, read the silver coin.
“Levitation! Yes!” yelled Tyler. He raised his palm in the direction of a nearby table, picked up a chair, and slinged it in the direction of Chanta.
It whacked her in the head. “Ouch! You dumb child!” started Chanta, and she came running at the little boy. Tyler had to act quickly. He briskly pointed his hand backwards at the table behind him. His power began to pick up the table, and he then lifted it over his head, turned it sideways and then threw it at Chanta.
Chanta had been caught off guard, and it was too late to stop her running momentum now. When the table hit her, it slid her backwards all the way to the edge of the store and pinned her to the wall. Chanta was furious.
“RRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!” Chanta bellowed, and she melted the table pinning her. The table slowly turned black and disintegrated from the middle outwards. Tyler saw that Chanta’s eyes were bright red. There was no stopping her when she was in this faze, so Tyler was forced to flee the store.
He felt bad, watching the poor defenceless building burn down from the ground up. He turned to Heama, who didn’t seem sad at all.
“You don’t care that your everything-store is burning? It had everything!” Tyler stated the obvious.
“No. My dad’s a deity. I’ll just have him create me a new one.” She said normally, as if her Everything-store burnt down daily. She then ran off to do who knows what.
Well, if Heama didn’t care, why should he?” This was Tyler’s logic as he left to go visit his friend Moncy, prince of the Syrup Kingdom.
The Syrup Kingdom was full of trees that spewed sugary syrup, to which no one knew why, not even Moncy or his citizens.
“Hey Moncy,” Tyler greeted the prince as he came through the bronze gates.
“Hey Tyler, how’s it hangin?” began Moncy, until he noticed someone behind Tyler stomping up.
“MONCY,” yelled Chanta, her thin black eyes tracking the young prince.
“Yes, Chants?”
“Who told you you could call me Chants?” Chanta said sharply. “I’m not here to play little boy. I’m here to ask where my 50 gallons of syrup are!”
“What gallons of syrup?” Moncy asked innocently.
“The ones you promised to trade to me in exchange for produce!” She yelled. “Remember the meeting?”
Moncy then thought about the meeting royals from kingdoms from all over had attended to discuss trades, partnerships, and other boring stuff he didn’t care about. The Syrup King had forced Moncy to come with him to this meeting, and instead of paying attention, Moncy had played a mobile game on his phone until the whole thing was over, so he missed the part when he had agreed to send Chanta 50 gallons of syrup by the end of the month with a monotony “Yes of course, of course,”.
“You forgot to trade her?” asked Tyler, shocked his friend would make such a dangerous mistake.
“Uh, well, accidentally.” said Moncy, his voice wavering.
“Welp. you deserve whatever comes next,” Tyler told his friend, and immediately wanted to take the words back once he saw the forest fire Chanta inflicted on the Syrup Kingdom.
TO BE CONTINUED
Like that drawing of those children laughing and having a blast? Well, it's actually and NFT made by 15 year-old artist yours truly! you can bid for it at: https://opensea.io/assets/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/68810199055894423232479851341859404430889104166837488004417007931472813752321 please support :).
Thanks for reading!