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"FoG Story. Only contribute if, A) You're good at writing, B) YOU STICK TO THE PLOT!!"

FM licked the first three fingers of his right hand and stroked his eyebrows, smoothing them down. He turned at, white robes with simple gold embroidery down the front swishing around him as he heard the guard approach.

FM was standing in a simple square room, with four braziers, one in each corner, all burning different colours. These weren’t normal flames however, as they did not give off coloured light, and the room remained smokeless, with a white light seeming to emanate from the walls and floor, with no shadows forming. In the middle of the room were two pedestals, about four feet apart. On top of them was a box. In it was FM’s father. FM turned as the guard stopped, bowing.

“Master.” Said Sniper, raising his head, looking into FM’s cold, hard eyes.
“You have your mission? You are ready to leave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” FM turned back to look at the coffin, licking his fingers and rubbings his eyebrows again as he spoke. “This is just the first part my friend. I will have my revenge, I do not know when, but I will/”
“Yes Master.” There was an edge of concern in Snipers voice.
“What is wrong, my friend?”
“I do not know, Master. I think I am worrying with no reason.”
“Ah. You are concerned about the book, yes?” Sniper lowered his eyes. “Do not fear. I will find the book. MY magic grows with each passing month, soon I will have the power needed to find the book. Then, when it is mine, I will have unimaginable power!” FM felt a shiver run up his spine as he closed his eyes, imagining the power he would wield. He looked at Sniper. “You have your orders.”
“Yes Master Meister.”
“Go. Be swift, and do not fail me.” Sniper turned and left the room.

FM turned back to the coffin. As he walked around it, his fingers traced the inscription carved into the stone. He knew them all, word for word, but their feel comforted him. They were instructions on how to travel the underworld.

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Wrath exploded through Meka’s mind. He screamed “No!” in a murderous rage as he leapt off the rock. With both hands he brought the sword up while still in mid-air. When he hit the ground he recoiled, swinging it around from behind in an arc. The sword whistled with its speed. The man had turned as Meka hit the ground. Seeing Meka coming, he brought his own sword up defensively, with lightning speed.

Meka watched as if in a dream as his sword come around. Every ounce of his strength went into trying to make the sword go truer, go faster. Be deadlier. The magic raged with his need. Meka looked from the mans sword, hard into the steel blue eyes. Mekas sword followed the track of his eyes, he heard himself still screaming. The man held his sword straight up, to deflect the blow.

Everything else around the man dissolved in Mekas vision. His anger, the magic, was unleashed like never before. No power on earth could deny him the mans blood.

He finished his arc, the sword coming round at eye height to the side of the mans head. It shattered through the mans sword, and exploded through his chainmail hood, bits of molten twisted metal flying off into the undergrowth. The sword continued its journey, making contact with the mans skull, and continuing through, out the other side of his head.

Bits of bone blood and brain flew up into the air as the early morning air was filled with a cloud of red mist. Steaks of blood covered Meka, dripped down his body, dribbled off his sword as he slowly lowered the point to the ground.

The mans body crumpled slowly to the ground, blood pumping out over the ground, mixing with the puddles already there. Meka could feel the cold mist help cool his body.

“Meka!” Meka awoke, a sheen of sweat over his whole body. “Meka, my brother, are you alright?” asked Grix.
“It was that dream.”
“Again?” Meka nodded in reply.
“Come on, get up, we have to meet the others soon.”
“Who?”
“You know, the others from the village. Dan2K1, Venombyte and Ant.”
“What about er-no, and YH?”
“They said they had something to do. They will meet us later.” Grix helped his brother to sit up.
“Ok, give me a few minutes." Grix nodded and left the room. Meka put his head in his hands as he thought about the dream.

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“Master Meister?” FM looked around.
“Yes?”
“I have some bad news Lord, about Sniper.”
“He hasn’t dies again has he?”
“Yes Lord, he fell off his horse.”
“How did that kill him?”
“Into the moat.”
“He can swim.”
“Yes Lord, but as he tried to climb out, he must have pulled the lever, the one you ordered put in?”
“I vaguely remember.”
“That let the piranhas in.”
“Ah. I should have expected something like this. He has a whole bloody palace to have his accidents in. I put all that sponge about so he wouldn’t hurt himself, and yet he falls into the piranha moat. Amazing. Nevermind, he will be back by now. Tell him to continue with his task. Tell him to be more careful next time.”

"Oh no, it's happening again!" Shouted Brian, the dwarf on work experince.

"Whats happening again?" Asked Ant. The dwarves didn't say anything, they just looked at each other.

"The shed." Was all one of them said, before they left the cottage and a fast trot. Ant quickly decided to follow them.

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To Grix, it seemed as if the tree was falling in slow motion. Luckily, Grix was 45 metres south of the tree. He could see it was going to hit Sniper and was about to call out, to warn him. But then he didn't, he just stood and smiled as it continued it's graceful fall. Onto Sniper.

When the dust had cleared, he heard some voices, from the roots of the tree. Coughing, three figures stumble out of the dust cloud.

"Meka? FM? Where have you lot been?"

"It's a.... long story. There's things I need to tell you. This island, is floating, well not floating, flying. Mongoose man saved everyone by turning the engine on just as we were about to start falling."

"Moooo!"

"So we're on a flying rock?"

"Yeah, thats about the gist of it. The only thing is, this rock can time travel. If you know how to use the controls."

"Do you know how FM?" Asked YH (or maybe someone else, I've forgotten who's around to be honest.)

"I think so." Replied FM.

"Well let's go! I suggest 2345!"

"I can't see a shed FM."

Mongoose Man climbed his way around, and quite suddenly mooed at them.

"I really don't like heights."

"What's wrong Mongoose Man?" FM shouted.

"Moo."

"Silly question."

FM began to crawl over to where Mongoose was hanging... and then they saw it.

The wooden shed. Standing quite erect.

"Oh no!"

Meka joined him... "What do you mean, 'Oh no!'? What's wrong?"

"I'm wrong about something. I can't be wrong."

Meka looked at FM.

"Isn't that rather a big headed statement?"

"No... I must can't be wrong on anything, otherwise we're doomed."

The original creator, the person that actually MADE the islands, decided that after some research, foam sheds weren't such a good idea. They kinda just "fell off", making it rather difficult to operate the islands. So, he simply made a wooden shed, and cut out a small hole in the ground.

It may be important here that we point out that Mongoose Man, the creation of Pb in the Blade Runner story created for the sole purpose of destroying a snake, but not Solid Snake, will soon manage to save the lives of every single person on Earth.

"Are we going to go inside then?"

Mongoose Man reached up for the door, and crawled through... FM and Meka followed.

They stood on the floor of the hut, and before them lay a huge panel of buttons... and a joystick.

A big red button was flashing. Mongoose Man walked over to it and pressed it.

*click*

"Don't mess around Mongoose Man..." FM said... "You could set off anything."

"Err... guys."

FM turned around to see what Meka had seen.

It was a door.

"If," Meka said. "I'm right, I'm going to throw you out of that door, and watch you plummet those so many miles down into the sea."

Meka opened the door, and a stairway was before them. The stairs went up.

Meka turned around and leapt for FM's throat...

"I... gagggcchh... didn't..."

Meka dropped FM on the floor and walked up the steps... and at the top, he tried to open a hatch...

"Damn... this is quite heavy, could you give me a hand anyone?"

FM and Mongoose man joined Meka... and pushed hard up against the hatch.

The original designer of the islands decided that a small stairway from the shed to the surface of the island also might be a good idea. But, if the island should remain as plain as could be from above, there was no way that he could just build a giant hatchway or cave into it, as it would be seen.

So, to remember where the hatch was, a fake tree, about fourty metres high was attached to the top of it. The tree would then fall south, opening up the hatchway.

Lying, approximately 35 metres to the south of the tree, was Sniper.

"One, two, three... PUSH!"

The three pushed together, and the hatchway swang open. There was a large crash, and a *click*.

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Ant waited patiently with his kness up to his chin sitting around the dwarfs table... waiting for someone to write something about him...

FM and Meka stared incredulously at Mongoose Man (whoever he is), then went over and had a chat. They didn't get very far as Mongi (plural of Mongooses) can't talk, only moo like cows. (Unless I'm very much mistaken, in which case I'll probably get shouted at.)

After hearing a couple of "mooooo"s they decided to go for the shed.

"Do you think we can make it?" Asked Meka.

"Of course."

"But why is the shed right underneath the island?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters, why wasn't it squashed when the islan was back on the earth?"

"It was squashed."

"So how are we going to get into it?"

"It's unsquashed now."

"You what?!?!"

"It's made of sponge."

"Ah, I see, ok the-" Meka paused, "Sponge!?!"

"Yep."

FM continued walking as Meka stopped and stared. They soon reached the edge of the island, and started climbing underneath it.

"Don't worry, you won't fall"

"Of course I will!" Replied Meka.

"No, we're further from the earth here."

"So there's further to fall." Muttered Meka.

"No, the gravity is less, as we're further away. There's an euqaion I could tell that would make me look intelligent, but I can't write it in here."

"Oh." Meka felt strangely disappointed. How does FM know so much about all this? He thought to himself as he started climbing..

"Actually..." FM said to Meka...

"MONGOOSE MAN!" He shouted, and a small antlered head raised from the ground.

"I think it's about time he had a part in all this."

Nervy was very nervous about Ant. He seemed to suspect him of something-but of what?? But Ant only suspected that Nervy suspected that Ant was a suspect character, so whatever Nervy suspected Ant of, Ant may've be wrong in suspecting Nervy for suspecting him. Overall, a suspect opinion.

"You know... that atmosphere is getting awfully close..." FM said, his skin flattening against the mud. "But we should stop in time."

Pb looked up.

"Err... how the hell can you see the atmosphere?"

FM turned away and starred at Pb wide eyed.

"I just can."

FM continued to stare. Pb looked away, and slowly crawled to another part of the rising cliff.

Floating islands are, as you would imagine, not common. They originally appeared over 35 zillion years ago.

Let me explain.

Approximately 35 zillion and 1 years ago, some years after some people gave up with the tower of babel, they began research on a new form of transportation to the heavens, that of flying islands.

The basic idea was that by placing a large amount of dynamite, which had developed into a metaphorical boom because it had indeed been invented not that long ago as well, underneath the island; and then using this to propel the island into the sky, and into heaven, where they could ask God all those crummy questions which will only be answered by things like "the answer is different for everyone" and "it lies inside you, so you cannot be told..."

Anyway, to cut a short story shorter, it didn't work. However, the idea of a huge piston system that launched the islands into the air to heaven was pondered over, and when pistons were invented, they started work on it right away.

And scattered around the entire globe were the islands, which were built quite secretly, for obvious reasons of keeping the tourists away, and were launched into the sky, where they stayed for a number of years, until somebody called Crouton discovered gravity, and they all came crushing back down into the sea, and completely wiped out civilisation, the human race, and anything that couldn't live underwater for all that long.

We then evolved from the fishes, built up our civilisation again, with the second tower of babel failing even more so than the first one, and then the ideas of "floating islands" being labelled "stupid" by the "leading figures" in "humanity". The person who first suggested them was quite promptly burnt at the stake for stepping out of normality. The second person who thought of it was named FantasyMeister, but we don't need to worry about that. The first persons name was Sniper, but we don't need to worry about that either. At least not for the moment.

"Yup, stopped right before the atmosphere." FM muttered to himself. "I thought it would."

The island continued to hover just under the atmosphere... it was unsurprisingly difficult to breath, which probably explained why most where lying on the ground breathing through the soil.

FantasyMeister did in fact have a lot in common with the first original designer of the floating islands all those 3 zillion years ago.

Firstly, he knew that they would easily stop before the atmosphere, basically because of the reverse thrust generated by the intense air pressure nearing the top of the world.

The third thing he knew was that if you're going to build a floating island, then you better build some controls to steer it.

And the second thing that he knew, as did the original designer, was the real reason why the floating islands were built.

"Right, ok." FM crawled over to Meka, who had his face buried in the ground. "We've got to get under the island."

Meka tilted his head slightly, and looked straight at FM, not really scared of if he was being serious or not; or for whatever reason FM had decided that it was extremely important that they should journey under loose rubble and copper several thousand miles above a rather soft sea but rather hard when you fall several thousands miles onto it.

"Ok, I'll go." Meka offered. "What am I looking for anyway?" He added, as he began to pull himself over the side.

"A small shed." FM replied. "I'll come with you."

Ant looked down at the body he had just been re-aquatinted with. The rags that remained from his clothes told him that he’d obviously been washed ashore. Unfortunately he wasn’t anywhere near where the others had landed and there happened to be a big hill in his way.

The ground started shaking as he started to make his way through the overgrown jungle. There were lots of insects and strange creatures around and Ant tried not to look where he was putting his feet, in case it made him fear to go any further. He stopped in a clearing and tilted his head slightly. Voices. He was sure he heard voices…

“Gold!” he heard one shout

“What? Again?” Said a different one.

“Look, it’s our job, ok? We dig for gold and take it back to the town to trade for food….” Said a third.

Ant thought that they didn’t sound too threatening and made his way to the cave entrance.

“er….hello?” he said, warily.

Several figures appeared in front of him. Well, underneath him to be more precise, they only came up to his waist.

“Who are you?” shouted the dwarf in the orange hat. He, like all the others, had a white beard and rosey red cheeks.

“well, I’m Ant…” said Ant.

“Funny, you don’t look like an ant..” said the dwarf in the blue hat, he spoke in a sort of blocked up nasal tone.

“It’s a long story.” Replied Ant, hoping he didn’t have to explain why he was human. “anyway, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you remind me of…”

“Let me guess.” Said a sarcastic sounding dwarf in a black hat. “Seven guys, like us, white beards, merry tunes, young maiden….”

“um…yes.” Said Ant, now slightly embarrassed that he’d brought it up.

“Don’t worry, happens all the time. That’s what you get for having famous grandparents.” Said the red hat. “I’m Ecstatic, grandson of Happy and these….” He pointed to the other dwarves, “are Nervy in the black hat, Prozac in the brown hat, Influenza in the blue, Angry in the orange, and Brian…he’s on work experience.”

Ant followed the dwarves back to their cottage, helping them with their gold. When he entered the quaint little building he was surprised to notice that the cottage was decked out in high tech gadgetry and the latest home cinema equipment

“nice place you’ve got here.” He said to Ecstatic.

“That’s the beauty of owning a gold mine.” Ecstatic replied with a chuckle.

lol. Saw that coming a mile off.

Still, I helped revive Ant and that's what counts.

Besides, I've always quite liked the afterlife...

"Hey look! It's Dan_Uk... err... Strafex!"

He ran up from the sea. The ground rumbled a bit more...

"Hey Dan! Be careful! You're really close to... err..."

They watched as Dan plumetted into the sea off a rather small but high enough to kill you if you fell of it cliff.

"Never mind."

The island continued to rumble for no apparent reason.

"I thought you pressed a small red button?" FM asked.

"I did indeed..." Tony said, looking at the button again.

"Press it again then."

*BEEP*

The island continued to rumble.

"That didn't do a lot, did it?"

"Nope."

The island continued to rumble for another minute, and then it began to make a horrible sound... like...

"Pistons?" Pb looked over the side of the island, and was rather surprised to see...

"Err... guys, look at this..."

They all crept to the edge of the cliff, and looked over the side. First, they saw the rather large pistons that had broken out from the cliff face, and were pumping in and out of the rocks... then, they saw the dead body of Dan. They got up.

"Are we moving?" FM said, looking at the horizon...

There was a large *crunch*, and the whole island began to move.

Upwards.

Meka looked over the side again, watching the water drip from the rocks, and the small cradle where the island lay...

He turned back around, and looked at the sky, and breathed a bit more. Meka didn't really like heights. He didn't like heights at all.

Grix would kill me for this...

Only I'm not in the story to be killed. :-D