Willow of Date {Fanfiction}

Adaptation of the George Lucas '80s gem about mystical heroics/journey for wrought cleats of dominion cheer.

A bright Willow (George Lucas) fanfiction for Saturday's AM. Thanks for reading, 

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Let me tell you of my ancient world ancestor, Mad, who'd been a wandering swordsman who found the record of kingdom/dominion heroics alongside his dwarf-guide (Willow) who defied the prompts of a very dark castle army, marshaled by the evil princess Sorsha. I have the record of Mad's account of this horrid fight, and I'm re-presenting it to you now, in 21st-Century Selfie-age (ok).

Now, in this time I'm telling you about, there was a great expanse of frailty and worry for Mad and his guide-buddy Willow, a dwarf. Fortunately for the defiance, Willow appreciated how excellent Mad was at fighting and fending off the evil Sorsha-army of bad dominion fiction/image (wow).

MAD: I don't know if I've the sword-shield training (or class) for this, Willow.

WILLOW: No, Mad...you're perfect for this view of chess/shield (against Sorsha).

MAD: You find my fighting skills the right stuff for the Earth dominion in this age.

WILLOW: Yes, and especially with your magic eye-glass for sharp vision!

MAD: Aha, a gift from a good sorceress I courted (future-world like!).

Friends, Willow guided Mad to train and recruit an excellent troop of valiant defiance minded Earth warriors against the red-claw of Sorsha, whom Mad thought was somehow amenable to argument/debate but sadly discovered her dark heart, despite her radiant beauty (damn). Willow had become Mad's shoulder-angel for the art of history (sure).

WILLOW: There's a prophecy-child we protect for the dominion, Mad.

MAD: Elora Dannon...I've heard of her fame, Willow buddy (ok).

WILLOW: I'll keep Elora safe from Sorsha, while you fend off her horde!

MAD: Good (right fiction stuff, Willow buddy).

SORSHA: You thought me not to betray your gallant agenda, Mad.

MAD: Thought I'd sway-away the femme-head of her dark army or legion, lady.

SORSHA: Impressive, swordsman...but ultimately not my star-fate here/now.

MAD: Good (fiction shall prevail somehow).

SORSHA: Farewell...and good luck, Mad...you'll need it.

MAD: Fiction.

Friends, the fight was mighty great, and Mad and Willow prevailed and Sorsha self-exiled herself to some unknown island for retirement (hmmm). Willow then established a right-plan for the praises of Elora Dannon and the erection of a brand-new vision of a more (democratically) shaped Earth dominion in that time of blood and worry (wow).

Apparently, Mad picked up the excellent ability to prepare hearty curry-stews, which he decided to make for Willow and the post-fight assembly of cheering Earth folks who sought new hospitality-readings for the vanities of real world comforts (Facebook-like!).

Thanks for following along, friends. It was my great metaphysical delight to relay to you that magical story of Mad and Willow and how the trumpeting of heroics in that ancient world invoked a real 'cleat' for jam (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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