Fear Of Oblivion Prologue Fleer wasn't afraid of the dark, poison, death, anything accept for Oblivion- Nothingness. That made him afraid of almost everything. "Fleer, It's time for you to go." His brother, Forl, had said only two days ago. Fleer had to go through each kingdom- The Nothing Kingdom, The Body Kingdom, and his own kingdom, The Poison Kingdom, Alive. It wasn't just for fun-- it was because he had a quest to find something called the Oblivion stones. They really HAD to choose him, didn't they? He was afraid of Oblivion. How could he cross the kingdoms alone, and unable to fight? The one thing he had was his courage, up until now, when he was attacked. The women dragged him through a forest to their village. "Who are you?" One said. "I-i'm Fleer! I'm from the Poison Kingdom! I was sent to go through the other kingdoms and get the Oblivion Stones!" He made sure NOT to mention the part about needing to be alive. "Oh? Well. We were looking for those ourselves. I shall accompany you. Feel free to relax. We won't hurt you. My name is Thalia, and these are my warriors. Welcome to the clan of Freedom, Fleer. You will have a great time here." She said. "A-alright. Thank you for your hospitality."
A little short but.... who cares?
