Puppet: Chapter 1Chapter 1
Morning of an odd day
Austin woke up to his mom yelling at him to get up. It was Monday, day one of a new school week. He got up out of bed. The same routine as usual: Get up, get dressed, rarely any time for breakfast, go to school, sit through hours of lectures, go home, eat, go to bed, repeat. He checked the clock for the time, 7:20, enough time for breakfast. He put his clothes on, Blue cargo pants, a red T-shirt, a brown hoodie and black vans. As he walked out of his room to the bathroom to put his long, brown hair into a ponytail, he grabbed a black hair band and his brush. He brushed the sides of his hair into a ponytail, which left the top hair to stand up. He first discovered that the hair on the top of his head stood up naturally when he was around 11 years old. He had grown his hair out on a dare from his friend, Dominic and a month or two in, the top hair just started standing up. He kept the long hair and dyed the tips of the top hair lots of different colors to
Puppet: Prologue Prologue
A wooden figure dangled from a group of wires by his hands, its body lifeless. On its body, it wears a red, yellow and orange cloak, pants of the same colors, and a bandana as well. His right hand, a cannon, his left hand was normal, save for the clawed fingertips.
A large bearded man entered the room. He wore a purple robe, metal gauntlets with spiked knuckles, a red shirt and pants, and shoes to go with the robe. He held, in his right hand, a dozen small, glowing leaves, as well as a torch in the left hand. He walked to the figure as the large metal door behind him shuts, the leaves keeping the dark room lit more than the torch. The man opened the figures hollow chest cavity and placed the leaves on a platform in the middle, then closing its chest and letting the torch light the room.
"I'm giving you this last chance, Giz. You are the current guardian of the sacred tree. You know where it is. We've been picking and probing and trying every day, yet you still