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Damian opened his eyes; the crumbs in his eyes cut against his eyelids as he rubbed his eyes, and looked around him. He could breath and the pain had disappeared, he was sitting in a comfy fabric chair, a lantern swayed from a chain above him creating a circle of light around him, while the rest of the room was impossibly pitch black.601Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFHL1r5cwE7
Damian sat confused and scared. Then out of nowhere, a spotlight turned on in the distance, there stood a silhouetted black figure, tall and skinny, pointed shoes and sleeves that ended in a point. “Come to me, you’ve healed…” said the faint and gentle voice of a man.
Damian stood up and walked calmly toward the silhouetted character that emitted a welcome yet chaotic vibe, the closer he got the more features he began to notice and the weirder they got. The figure wore a black pinstripe suit with over angular features that looked as if they could impale a person, like pointed shoulders, protrusions from his knee caps and the that looked like knives aimed for the heavens, the collar and lapels were outlandishly long and pointed upwards and ended in points, and shoes that curled upwards to a point.
Finally sharing the spotlight with the man, the top of Damian’s head barely reached the man’s waist, looking up; Damian could only see the oblong shape of the man’s head silhouetted by the spotlight. He had a distinct scent of a gentleman’s cologne.
“Damian, you were a bit short on breath huh? Well I found you, almost dead lucky the witches didn’t find you first.” Said the man with a light-hearted chuckle.
“Who are you?” asked Damian suspiciously.
The man seemed to pause, as if he didn’t know his own name. “Err… It’s um… Banana! Yes that is my name, call me Banana!”
“Well Banana it is.” Said Damian outstretching his up for a handshake.
Banana reached down and gripped Damian’s little hand with his bony, cold hands that extended into long, thin, and pale fingers. “What were you doing out there, good ol’ chum?”
“Classified.” Answered Damian in the simplest way possible.
“Oh come on! Brother, I promise that you can fully trust me with every detail of your life. Wanna know why?”
“Why?” asked Damian more curious now.
“Because I already know it!” he said in a serious yet playful tone, before bursting into a bout of laughter. Halting his bout of laughter and gasped for air, “I know about your plot to kill your father, free the Siren kingdom, take your father’s throne and that of the siren’s too, oh and I also know that you thought the girl you killed was cute. There have I got your attention yet?” said Banana with a girlish giggle.
“Well, I fret I might have to kill you then.” Said Damian trying to sound as threatening as possible.
“You kill me? Ha!” he burst into a short burst of hysterical laughter. “Whew! That’s rich! Well I just want to say I support you a hundred and one percent!” he pat Damian on the back and clapped his hands together, lighting the entire room. “Anyway someone else also supports you.” He pointed his finger towards a man sitting at a table tampering with an object with a mini welder shaped like a pen. Realizing that the lights came back on, the man ceased what he was doing and stood up.
Damian could recognize that pencil mustache anywhere it was Tesla! “Damian my boy! Your old man’s acting like a jerk isn’t he? Yeah so I’m totally with you guys. Off with his head I guess.” Tesla said nodding in approval of Damian’s quest.
“Tesla so glad to see you, father said that he had taken care of you though?” questioned Damian.
“Oh, he wishes. He’s really nothing but the queen’s dumb mutt.” Said Tesla with a familiar smirk. He then put his hand behind my back and guided me to a giant window, and pulled back the violet curtains revealing a landscape of grassy fields, large oaks, and rolling hills.
“This is where our quest starts.” Said Tesla gesturing towards a town with tall stonewalls and tall monoliths and temples made of marble that barely peeked over the enormous stonewalls that bordered the city. “That is Candon, That is where the rebellion will start.”
Damian looked back to see Banana’s face as it craned down to look out the window with them, his face was very slim, skeletal, and was dark in skin color, he had black hair that was curly and stretched out into a wiry mess that stood up in all directions. A grin stretched across his thin lips, while turning back and looking back at an iron door labeled simply: “Tesla’s Toys”.
“Don’t worry my liege, we have the firepower blast those gimps to the moon.”
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