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,,Oh? Well-,'' Keevia looked at the axe with surprized look, but took it, then looked at the tree that had fallen next to him ,,I apologize, sir, I was just-'' No chit-chat ,,...Yes, sir,'' he turned around and faced the nearest tree and looked for a cross on it.
Yes, a white, hastily done cross on the treebark. The tree was a pine, he noticed. Not being a huge nature friend he raised the axe and digged it deep into the trunk. Then again a few times.
This vision or dream he rather liked, because it didn't consist humiliation, just some physical work. No deciding, just filling orders. Ofvourse decisions were always there, even with orders. It was his decision, that he started to work, as the man had told him to. Life was full of options, but he liked, when someone else picked the right option for him.
He heard a tree falling, someone shouting ''TIMBER!'', but didn't turn to look at it. If he would have liked forests more, he would have probably protested against these actions, but he was a town-person and woods with all the creatures in there made him feel fear. But here there were other people and he might aswell enjoy this little vision, until it lasts.
But the axe...That little weapon and tool he held. It all seemed very ironic, that he had wanted an axe and now... Atleast this proved, that
He chopped the tree, without a word moved to next one.

"Oh my what pretty teeth! Well I suppose they go well with her ears. We'll keep her running just a wee bit longer I think."


Her opponent appeared pleasantly suprised to find her up to the challenge.

"Well well, nice moves!" he said after having dived for her return ball. "Perhaps we should raise the bar a little so as to keep things interesting."

The earth shook. It moved and fell and repositioned itself on Kagura's half of the field. Instead of having one solid grassy plane she was now standing on a piece of grass, only just wide enough for her two feet, which was hovering over a great chasm. Her piece of earth was moving slightly, but quite slowly. Over the rest of the chasm, which was all her half of the field was now, were other dots of grass hovering and gliding around. The white lines were still there marking her boundaries.

The young man smiled and served, a long ball that reached for the back line, far from the net where Kagura was standing.

"Glad your enjoying your axe my darling." the doctor said to her empty lab. "Yes he seems very comfortable with following orders. Enough to kill even....... I wonder what his story might be."


He was sitting in a rocking chair. It was rocking. It was a small room with wooden floors, celings and walls. A fire crackled on his right and the difference could clearly be felt compared to his left where it was much colder. Even under his big thick blanket. On the floor in front of the fire sat a group of children. Approximately 5 or 6 of them between the ages of 3 and 6. Also wrapped up in blankets. A young boy looked up at him and asked in angry tone,

" Hey Grandpa? Did you ever have to give up your blanket to a stupid little sister?" He cast and angry look at one of the younger girls who was quite content wrapped up in her big thick blanket.

Keevia was in fact very very old. Around 80 or so, and all his limbs would confirm this fact if he asked them.

Kagura smirks. "Rose, You test me so. I'm well up for it.", she says serving the birdie up over the net. It almost imediatly plumets back over the net. She leans back as the earth moves beneath her and she hits it hard over the net.

"Well I think we've determined quite definetly that there's nothing wrong with her physical abilities. Let's try some other skills my pet."


"Welcome! Welcome one and all to Cook for yeh Life! The one cooking show that puts so called "masters" up against the wall. Today we have renowned Kagura Urano with us."

The man with abnormally white teeth turned to her and the audience cheered. She was standing in a studio that looked like a kitchen of sorts. There was a cooking stove in front of her, an oven, some racks behind her with spices and a fridge with some basic ingredients like eggs, milk etc.

"Now then my dear you know the rules. You have 10 minutes to cook together a dish with the ingredients provided for you by ME! Here yah go..." he threw a plastic sack onto the couter in front of her"...your time starts NOW!"

Inside the bag was 1 sweet potato, parmesan cheese, cod, and a mango.

"What a sweet old dear. Well I'm glad to see him so comfortable in my machine, still. One should never get too comfortable."


Keevia:

Keevia was lying face down in the sand. The waves were tickling his feet as the ride rose. In front of him stretched an endless beach in either direction. In front of him was a wall of jungle forest. Nothing much had floated ashore with him, only a crate of olives and a white bed sheet. Well that and the other lifeless form of a man

Dunsinare:

He was lying on his back in the sand with several rocks lodged in his back. The sun was beating down upon him telling him it was time to wake up.

Ah, wow! Her body was rejuvinated by the scent and feeling of being out on the sea again. Her wings fluttered and her tail wagged childishly. She also began purring. "What am I doing on this thing," she muttered to herself. "I should be out swimming!!" The nautilis was so excited about being near the waters that her command came to her at a delayed reaction. An ear twitched at the words. Then she sat down in front of the man after an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry. I feel as though I've come back home!" Those eyes of hers, lodged on the old man were as bright as the sun itself.

Someone was moving in their sleep, stirring. The computer blinked and opened up a new screen.

"Hmm?" The doctor moved over to investigate.

"Jusaku? New I think. Well join the party my love. We're having such fun tonight!"


Something small, round, and wet hit the back of Jusaku's head. As he looked up she saw a big blackboard and in his hand a small piece of white chalk. On the board was written, in beautiful cursive handwriting, the words "Homework chapter 8-9, do question 5 an...". A half-finished "d" stared at him. Behind him, the direction from which the small blob of paper had come, were 6 rows of children all laughing hysterically. One boy sort of in the back close to a window was grinning at him defiently and twirling a straw carelessly in his hands waiting to see what he would do.