'Dillo Adventure // Prolouge
#1 of 'Dillo Adventure
Original description, as of February 2, 2015:
"Somewhere within this vast forest, a treasure is hidden away, and many generations have passed since anyone has seen this rare stone, but one armadillo is determined to take it, no matter what stands in his way. This is his story.
I've decided to make a new story. It just came to me one day and decided to get writing. I wanted to make this a game, but it will be a long time before that even happens, or if it ever will.
I'll get around to the first chapter soon."
I'm not sure, but I think I was pretty depressed when I got to writing this story. :P
Nothing much has changed from last time, though I did add a little bit of detail.
At first I was going to release both this and the first chapter, but summer stuff came piling on me and I didn't have time to write it. Maybe another day?
On a quick side note, I am trying to upload new cover art and thumbnail for this story, but after I publish the story, the new objects get replaced with the old ones. I'm trying again and again, but nothing else happens. :/
"Daddy, tell me a story!" A cute, young armadillo lay in his bed with a small candle beside him, flickering about peacefully. His dad walked over slowly and coyly smiled at him as he sat beside him. "Me? But why don't you ask your mother? I'm no good with stories. Although there is a legend circulating around right now..."
"Can you tell me? Please?" The young one was very curious to know, and at the bright age of only 3, he could speak just about anything he wanted.
"Heh, oh alright..." the dad chuckled. "You know, you sound just like me when I was around your age..." As the kid got comfortable in his bed, his father cleared his throat and began by taking the candle from the base and waving it around to begin his story...
"Somewhere within this vast forest lies a treasure unlike any other, and what may surprise you is that it's only a colorful crystal. But it's not just the colors that make it valuable... it's the powerful Wishing Stone!"
"Wow! And what does it do?" Some years have passed ever since the dad told his story to his son, and although he knew it by heart, the young one, now slightly older, but just as imaginative as before, still loved to act out like the first time he ever told the story.
"Why, as the name implies," the dad continued, chuckling at the thought, "it can grant you any wish you desire, from as simple as a toy to as precious as--"
"Any lady I desire?" The young one, now a teenager, fantasized.
"Now, now," his dad stopped him. "That's not how the legend goes! Well, now that you're older I suppose you can let your creativity run wilder than before, so we'll change this part a bit. Very well, then, this great treasure is hidden deep within the forest, guarded by demons and all sorts of monsters... Many have tried to search for this stone but what was left of them are disembodied--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the younger armadillo, now a young adult, interrupted. "Not too creative, I've got a woman here..."
"Oh, don't be silly, Alex," a female voice assured. "Go on, Mr. Armone."
"You are a strange one, Alex," the dad, now starting to grow old, joked around. "First you tell me to step up the story and now? Young ma'am, look at who you're dating!"
The female armadillo giggled. "Your dad is funny! Please continue with the story."
After a few awkward laughs from Alex, his dad continued. "The stone has never been found, but some people think they saw it, myself included... Oh, if I found it I could recover myself to the good old days of my youth..."
"And maybe give our child the same grand imagination we've had!" Alex exclaimed. He was now a fully grown adult with a newborn baby.
"Shhh," his spouse giggled. "Don't be so rowdy, you'll wake the baby up!"
"Ah, yes, the baby..." Alex's dad, finally grown into a granddad with not much energy left in him, slowly tapped his foot on the ground. "Perhaps you can pass on this story to him, maybe get him to find the sacred stone..." He lowered his head thinking about his own personal mission failed. "I stand no chance now..."
"Okay... just one question," Alex replied. "How did the legend start again?"
The dad raised his head at his son. "Oh, don't be like that!" his dad laughed. "You liked doing that as a child, and you never slept... let's hope this critter of yours isn't the same. Heh..."
Alex walked back home and observed all the bamboo houses and forest trees in his wake. He pondered if his ancestors have ever found this Wishing Stone. Maybe they were the ones to find it and using it uncarefully... Or maybe someone did find it already and is just keeping it for himself... Or perhaps this legend was just a silly joke from the beginning. If it was, it was a pretty darn good lie, possibly ripped straight out of a mischievous armadillo's mind...
He then thought about his own son. He was only 3 years old and, just like his dad, was a very creative spirit. All of the Armones had this particularity, it was almost genetical. "What if he was the one to find the stone?" He thought out loud. "How would the legend end then?" He smiled at the thought. Despite being already an adult, he was still a kid at heart. He shook his head and kept walking to his house, in hopes of a bright future for the little one.
As soon as Alex climbed up the ladder to his tree house, his son walked up to him with his bed sheets in hand. "Daddy, can you tell me a story?" He smiled at him innocently.
"Sure thing, Terry," Alex chuckled, and led him to his room and tucked him in bed. "You sure sound a lot like me when I was your age..."
Just before he began, he remembered his father say something before he got out of his house: "And grab the lamp for that magical effect!"
Not forgetting a word of the story, he took the lamp from the handles and swung it around swiftly around him as Terry gasped in awe. The little armadillo was only 3 years old and, just like his dad, was a very creative spirit.
"Somewhere within this vast forest lies a treasure unlike any other..."