CH.1

         The only reason I’m here is for me.  Only me and no one else.  And once I’m free I am out of here.  These thoughts ran over and over themselves in his head.  
         The Commander of Reality wanted the title, “Former Commander of Reality”.  And he was willing to put himself in enemy hands to get it.  
         “Hey Wench,” he said, “what’s with this collar?  I agreed to come quietly.”
Woofy, the queen of CrazyLand, was very proud of her position.  “Will you stop calling me that?  It’s rude!  And I’m a Queen!”
         The Commander gave her a blank look.  “Queen wench.”
         “NO!”  Her delicate face was red, and her tail stuck out in anger.  Her brown hair was a mess from staying up all night.  This hardly affected her though.  She was used to pulling all-nighters.  
         “My name is Queen Woofy!  Queen Woofy!”
         “Whatever.  You haven’t answered my question.”  He pointed to a leather collar around his neck.  From it strung a rope, the end of which was in Woofy’s hand.
         Woofy was very wise, though she seldom showed it.
         “I just wanted to see it,” she said smiling, “you’re a cute kid when your not trying to kill people.  Really, you’re only a child, and I didn’t want you to get lost.”
         The Commander bit back the urge to curse the woman in front of him.  Not that he could have anyway.  A leather glove with steal lining covered his left hand, the hand he used for his magic.  She was his only chance for freedom at the moment.  So he decided to torture her a different way.
         “Wench,” he mumbled loud enough for her to hear.
         Woofy’s ears twitched and he felt satisfaction.  But the feeling stopped as she turned and he saw the look on her face.  She grinned evilly and jerked on the rope.
But her plan wasn’t at all well thought out.  He lurched forward and ran into her, bowling them both over.  
         “Woofy!”  
         A man came running down the dirt path toward them.  The Commander got up and didn’t even bother to dust himself off.  Instead he watched as this man helped Woofy to her feet, and dusted her off.
         “Are you okay?”  His voice was pleasant and matched his calm sea blue eyes.  His sandy brown hair was cut short, and he stood tall and firm.  He looked up and saw the Commander looking at them with utter disdain.
         “Woofy, who’s this?”  His hand moved to the hilt of his sword.
         “Nick, this is Lonn.  Lonn this is Nick.”  She said this joyously and with all smiles.  “He’ll be staying here for a while, we all just need to get along.  Not like I think its going to happen right away, but it doesn’t hurt to say it anyway.”
         Nicks’ face hardened, but he tried anyway.  He held out his hand and said, “welcome to CrazyLand.”
         The Commander looked at the hand and scoffed.  
         “Idiots.”  He replied.  
         Nick isn’t the kind of person to lose his temper off the bat.  And if he does he always has complete control.  But today was different…sort of.
Nick bent over so that he was face to face with the small boy.  
         “Now you look here.  Woofy didn’t have to bring you here, but she did.  You should be grateful that she didn’t leave you to your little hovel in Reality!”
          The Commander remained silent.  He didn’t have to speak up for himself.  Not to this low life.  Not to this fool that didn’t know what he was talking about. So he turned to Woofy.
         “Queen Wench, you said that we would talk one on one in your study before nightfall.  The sun is already starting to set.”  
         “What did you call-“
         “Its fine Nick, I’ll take care of it.  But I want to see you tomorrow morning, k’?”  Woofy really didn’t want a fight to brake out right now.  Though it would be kind of funny.  She looked up at the sky and sighed.  The sun wasn’t even close to mid-day.  
         “Y-yes.  Fine.  But if you need me, please don’t hesitate to ask.”  With that, Nick turned and headed off down the road toward the village.