Sunday, August 25, 2024

fly to victory

 

The picturesque, carefully charged Exorian town of Zorra clamored with movement as skycars crossed light blue skies. Drivers swiped the air, uncovering stowed away screens.


Jayna and Zan, particular twin adolescents anxious to parade their recently bought flying vehicles, passed by Zorra's essential autobots — strong, square-jawed, and forcing — while they swiped their screens to explore complex computer game grids.


"Zan, look! That little Magwl on the cell tower has a broken wing. It'll kick the bucket rapidly," Jayna demanded. "Might we at some point bring it back home? Mother's continuously safeguarding animals." Her look was consistent, rigid.


"Okay. Be that as it may, be fast; I guaranteed Mum I'd get you home early," Zan yielded, moving their skycar towards the pinnacle.


Blast. Crash. The skyway's support points turned into an imploding domino chain. Dismal dark Exorian saucers, beating with fiendish energy, released a torrent of lasers.


Zan pushed Jayna underneath the glove compartment. "You can definitely relax; I'll safeguard you," he promised.


His body shuddered fiercely. His breath got as he broke down into water that streamed vertical. A low snarl consumed the space before a smooth, dignified Jagion seemed where Jan had been,majestic spotted with a thick mane.


With a growl of disarray, Jan peered toward the obliteration. The Zorran Sentinels plummeted, their shining skycars haloed in blinding light. Theron, shrouded in shining robes that looked like fluid metal, tended to the twins.


"Now is the right time to rise and safeguard Zorra," he articulated, his voice a definitive order. "Your changes are the key."


"Be that as it may, why now?" Jan requested, in a confused thunder.


"How would we control them?" Zan's voice shuddered with dread.


"We'll direct you," Theron consoled. "You are currently the Marvel Twins of Zorra." The twins bowed modestly.


Then, behind the Sentinels, shadowy doppelgängers of Jayna and Zan arose, eyes flickering with malignance. "Your most noteworthy foe is inside," Theron cautioned. "Defeat yourselves, in case Zorra falls."

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