Super Musicians Breakthrough Do
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YOU did.”
“Oh, I see, so, you’re letting me off the hook.” Yuity mocked Ruien’s decision and all of the members of the seminar began howling in laughter. Ruien got involved and socked Yuity in the nose. Then, he fired a thunderous wave of force at the feet of the crowd with his wand-rapier. The wave blew the paint off one of the swordsmen’s armor. They all ceased laughing instantaneously. “Yuity,”
“Ruien…”
“Yuity?! You just killed my wife for nothing and I told you that I was about to walk it off.”
“Keep going…”
“I’m not gonna kill you. No-way; I’ll let God decide for you AND your followers.”
“GOD…? THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, YOU BELIEVE IN SOME GOD WHO WOULD LET YOUR WIFE BE GONE FOREVER. YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T HAVE YOU KILLED! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT ATTITUDE AND I WILL! MAYBE YOU WILL LEARN FROM THIS LOSS, BROTHER!”
“Joel’, wait ‘til ya hear about this! I gotta go tell Joel’,” said Ezequador. He sprinted toward the Amolvian pre-school building, which was in the opposite direction of where Ruien and Yuity were scrapping. No one spotted him. Ruien’s sons: Ezequador, Little-Azarban, and Joelnaq were the royal princes of Amolvia. They all wore the best clothing and armor with weapons painted by royal Amolvian artists to match their armor. Little and Joelnaq attended the best schools in Amolvia. Ezequador, the eldest, was a genius and had already graduated at the age of 10. Though they were three of the finest young men in Amolvia, they had all been to the adult prisons multiple times each. They were way to smart and tough for the juvenile detention guards. The name Ezequador means ‘heart warmer’ in Amolvian. Little-Azarban’s name means ‘little big-star’ or ‘little sun’ in Amolvian. Joelnaq meant ‘accurate shooter’. When he saw Little-Azarban at the Amolvian sorcerer pre-school on his way to tell Joel, Ezequador yelled, “AZARBAN!” Little Azarban was in the middle of a duel with a very big-eared boy named Witichkin. Little’s instructor, Veunic, looked at Azarban and screamed “OH CRAP, WATCH YOUR OPPONENT!” Azarban took his eyes off Ezequador and turned to look at Veunic. Then, he turned toward Witichkin. Witichkin had fully charged his wand and blasted Azarban high into the sky. “AAAAAAAH…!” Little Azarban screamed in fear.
“Witichkin Lamiura, you’ve got the biggest ears in my class; I know you heard me say, ‘NO FULL BLAST’…!” The children laughed. “Blowing prince Little to mars isn’t going to look good on your permanent record.” Veunic nagged.
“Hey Witichkin, what the hell…?” Ezequador asked in bewilderment. Witichkin, who was exceedingly expected to run, hurled his wand to the ground and boldly told Ezequador, “Well-then, f’’’ me up ‘cause I don’t know how to, f’’’ing, lower a charge. Plus, that thing fired half of that sh’’ on its own.”
“On a normal day I’d suspend you, but since this is all prince Ezequador’s fault...”
“WHAT? It’s MY fault…? You’re the one who’s training off schedule. They should already be able to move a volcano; you have to be kidding me! Pack your sh’’ and get the hell out of my building, ay’st. YOU’RE suspended, AY’ST!”
“Yes, my lord. It won’t happen again.” Veunic was confused about Ezequador’s decision and asked, “And might I ask - when do I get to return, his majesty?” Ezequador placed the palm of his hand against his chin, tapped the tip of his fingers against his upper-lip, and glared aloft to assure that he was thinking of an answer. “Hmmm... When my brother is the king of the wands...!” Veunic’s head fell down and he walked off sniffling and sobbing. “Well that guy’s never getting his job back; your brother’s a doofus.” Joelnaq landed on Ezequador’s shoulders and stated. “Huh...? JOEL’...? Cut it out!” As Ezequador wobbled Joelnaq’s balance to his content, Witichkin leapt atop of the school building and hopped off onto the opposite side. He feared they would jump him when they saw where Azarban landed, so, he hid himself in a bush. One of his ears was still visible. Prince Joelnaq hopped off prince Ezequador’s shoulders and stood smoothly and rapidly with a big grin. “So what’s the problem? Someone just told me Ban got penalized in a duel. Where’s he at?” Little Azarban – About 5 years old and poorly trained – cried, “AAAAH...! JOELNAQ; EZEQUADOR; AAAAH...!” 30 feet above the ground, he dangled from one of Quanpoo’s limbs. His shirt was entangled with the branch and his breastplate was jammed, giving him a loose grip! He feared that if he tried to get it out he’d fall! “HOLD ON AZARBAN!” Joelnaq yelled. As Little began to cry and want his mommy, Ezequador quickly informed Joelnaq of what happened at the seminar. “Why would uncle Yuity kill mom all of a sudden?” asked Joelnaq. “AZARBAN, WE DON’T WANT YOU ANYMORE, so, WE’RE JUST GOING TO LET YOU DIE, O.K...?” Joelnaq joked and snickered. He sought laughter from Ezequador, and instead got the stink-eye. Little slipped a bit and caused a few leaves to fall. “I’M TELLING MY DAADYYY!” cried Little-Azarban. He tried to climb up and lost his grip. Joelnaq ran up the tree like a squirrel gasping, “Hhhh-So…we don’t give a crap, tell your daddy.” Joelnaq joked. Ezequador smiled at the sight of this because, even-though he knew many bad things were about to happen, he could still trust his little brothers. Joelnaq passively walked across the branch to get Little-Azarban. Ezequador thought abruptly and rushed Joelnaq saying,
“If the entire seminar just murdered mom, we’re all-alone and we have to be fast. If they catch us, we’re dust.”
“You’re dust!” King Yuity barged in, accompanied by the Amolvian alumni. Ezequador raised his left-hand. It rapidly flashed with violet light about 2 times. Then, seemingly, his blade freed itself from his sheath and placed its hilt into his left palm. The alumni laughed. “Uncle Yuity, I’m only going to ask this once - Where’s my mother, and what have you been smoking?” Ezequador asked. Little and Joelnaq, inaudibly, parked their rears onto one of the tree branches, facing the dispute. “Ahhhh, the Amolvian dynasty-” Yuity replied. “Oh nephew,” he cried, mischievously. “You have to understand - your father was about to start a kingdom of light - and we neither accept nor do we claim retards in this family. I could not allow that to happen. Amolvia is NEVER to change.”
“I said: where IS he?”
“He ran after I showed him my new trick.”
In case you were wondering - Ruien was attacked by everyone at the seminar, and yet, still managed to rescue Todd by ‘borrowing’ the uprooted tree. Everyone in the alumni including king Yuity had 0/100 magic points. If it weren’t for the trees, they would’ve all been dead. Ruien and Todd searched the dark desert for shelter. The moon lit the sands and the monsters – which were all completely made of carbon steel – glimmered as they hunted for travelers to barbeque. Todd was scared. “Uh, Rue, another monster!” Ruien slashed into an attacking monster.
“What? Well then- you’re dead…Don’t come cryin’ to me, man!” Ruien joked. “Look, I’m a water salesman. I’m addicted to prostitutes, and I’ve been dead for the past 4 years.”
Todd confessed. Ruien slashed into another monster
“It’s alright man. I just used you anyway. Somehow, my brother found out what I was planning to do to Amolvia, I could see it in his eyes. So I got the hell out of there A.S.A.P.”
“What about your sons?”
“Yea... They don’t know it, but they’re stronger than I am! They’ll be fine. I’m really going to miss my wife, Anara, though.”
“So how old are your sons dude?”
“In Amolvian years, Ezequador’s eleven, Joelnaq’s seven, and Little-Azarban’s five.”
“Awesome dude…awesome…! What the heebie-jeebies is an Amolvian year…?”
Back in Amolvia, the three young princes all had 200/200 life points and 4000/4000 magic points each. “GAWNDIHOWL MORPH...!” Yuity shouted. The alumni backed away from him. He transformed into a huge reptilian-monster in 3 seconds flat! Somehow, he gained 20 magic points for transforming. With it, he spewed fire at the tree branch. Joelnaq, agile and well trained, grabbed Little and jumped all the way across the pre-school y
ard onto Yuity’s neck. They ran down his back and safely leapt to the ground. Little was pissed that no one would help, so, he stretched out his arms, balled his fists, and shook them up and down. From his knuckles, he blasted the entire crowd with the white-widow dust cloud attack. Its pressure hit so hard it knocked them out before they had the chance to inhale it. It was as if he had one of those firefighting hoses spraying them all in the head one-by-one. “O.K., his followers are down, now its uncle Yuity’s turn.” Ezequador thought. Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the desert, Ruien and Todd were handling the monsters well! Ruien was a very skilled warlord and Todd was a very skilled monster-spotting guy. The tree lit the dark desert emitting a very bright flame-orange flash. Ruien laughed as he told Todd, “Seriously though - I, f’’’ing, knew that tree was still gonna work, dude.” Ruien asserted. “You’re like, the little brother I never had.”
“Well I wouldn’t say addicted, I just can’t stop it if my life depended on it.”
“Man, find yourself a good woman, dude - Those chicks are gonna give you the hortes.”
One thing Ruien knew best was how to treat someone. He was the type of man that wanted others to be better than him. He would never judge Todd