TheOrichalcumSpider

As I sit here On my throne I look to my left There is not a roll.

I suddenly woke up on a beach. As I set up spitting sand out of my mouth I surveyed the land. When I stood up a voice said. "Oh you're alright I didn't want to move you because I was scared that it may hurt you more." said the voice. I turned to see a young boy probably no older than ten, with some green animal with a leaf on its head, on his shoulder. "Where am I, who are you, and what the hell is that." I said while pointing at the thing on his shoulder. "You know it's rude to point and not introduce yourself first before asking questions." said the boy while the green thing said,"Chicka." while nodding in agreement. "I don't have to introd

  It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Bill Kart, woke up in a foxy forest. It was the seventh time it had happened. Feeling abundantly relieved, Bill Kart attacked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved catus was missing!  Immediately he called his bed-friend, Leroy Junkins. Bill Kart had known Leroy Junkins for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were enticing ones.  Leroy Junkins was unique. She was congenial though sometimes a little... annoying. Bill Kart called her anyway,

  The sign of Ouroboros made Zorn and his two men step back. Sam made his way back to the front ,thinning crowd who was running away, when he got to a position to see what was going on he saw the tattoo. Zorn and his men started to laugh. "Shahahaha," went Zorn "are you trying to scare me boy, with that fake tattoo you must of read about that sign and got a tattoo put on you, there is no such thing as a Homunculus." HE and his men continued to laugh. Sam looked at Mark's face a noticed his eyes where red. "Mark, what is a Homunculus?" asked Sam. Mark started to walk over to one of the stone spikes made a fist and put it on it. "A Homunculus i

   Sam led Mark outside of town and started to ask him some questions. "So your a Alchemist," asked Sam "because the only tournament happening on that island is for Alchemist?" "No I'm just interested in it." said Mark "But the prize is something I really need at the moment." "Material or the food?" "The money." "Money, why do you need that couldn't you like, transmute lead to gold  or something like that?" asked Sam. "No, I can't do that." said Mark, as he saw a tree on the side of the road that had some apples on it. "Actually, it's more forbidden than me just doing that." As Mark started climbing the apple tree. "Why?" asked Sam. "Well,"

   The sun was high in the sky when Mark made it to the port. He was wearing a light blue jacket with two pockets on the side, white shirt, dark brown pants, and traveling boots. He was carrying just enough money for a ticket to get to the island of Belaya Voda, one of the cities of water. The majority of the boats was out on the sea catching fish, hosting parties for the rich and the other boats that brought in the morning catch and selling them to there customers. Mark looked up and down the port for a passenger boat, but only found a small boat near the ship yard, that could at least hold five people. Three heavily built men was pulling th