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The Waking World *Me (That Guy) and Alex64*

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This is the earliest of stories, from when the Great Djinn's world was young. The world is in its 40th year of existence, and all known society rests on a large floating continent named Hazaeia and its neighbour, Angel Island. From this society, two young men were chosen by the hand of their god to rise and reveal the heroism hidden within themselves- in so doing, writing history itself. However, the story of their meeting is not so grand or marvellous as what they would go on to achieve together...

"Gotcha!" Squall, a bulky, fairly muscular albatross exclaimed as he grabbed his target by the arm. "You are not getting any further without paying for the humiliation you just caused me!"
"Please! I keep telling you- it was not my fault!" The chameleon he had captured resisted his grip, but did so in futility. "I warned you!"
"Well, now I am warning you: do something about it, or..." He marched the chameleon to the nearby edge of the continent. "Or I shall throw you overboard."
"But that is murder!" his captive said, trying to back away. "And I cannot word it any differently: it was not my fault! I cannot do anything about what you did!"
"Rgh!" Squall gave the chameleon a shove toward the edge, still holding on to his arm, so that the captive would lose his balance and fall toward the endless sea of clouds below, relying only on Squall to hold on to him and keep him from what he had been taught to be certain death.
 
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Without looking around, Squall grunted, "Mind your own!"
The chameleon he was threatening to kill made a quiet plea for help.
 
"This runt who calls himself a blacksmith's shopkeeper mis-sold me a weapon." Squall did the albatross equivalent of gritting his teeth. "I was showing it off to my friends. And it broke. So I've come back to even the score."
 
The chameleon gave a sigh of relief- a feeling which evaporated instantly when Squall retorted, "Then give me one good reason why I shouldn't just let him drop right now."
 
"Oh, how terrifying-" He looked around to get his first look at the person pestering him, and pretended that his face hadn't just paled beneath his feathers. "Ah...Sh*t..."
 
The person in question was a somewhat muscular, red-furred echidna, with spiky hair that pointed towards the back and down(with one or two locks at the front hanging out of place), instead of the usual dreadlocks. He had the usual white tribal markings, including a crescent-shaped one on his chest, and two black ones under his eyes that looked like tears. He wore a necklace with a red gem, gloves with two spikes on the knuckles, blue anklets, and a pair of sandals.
He raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Well...?”
 
Squall laughed nervously and dragged the chameleon onto solid ground before making a cowardly dash away from the echidna. Evidently, he knew better than to knowingly mess with one of the Angel Islanders.
 
"Uh..." He turned a pale blue colour as he calmed down from the shock of almost falling out of the sky. "I...believe so."
 
He stood up and patted the dirt from the ground off his front, from the position Squall had dragged him up into.
"You're quite right. My name is Cyril. I work in my father's blacksmith's shop in this town. I handle the commercial side of affairs, and my father does the manual labour, and as you can see...We do have the occasional unhappy customer."
 
“Yes, I did see that. The name I have been given by my tribe is Rakuryu.” After a slight pause, he added, “But you may call me Raku.”
 
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