[Jordan]

I'm gonna start writing a new fic here. Don't worry Odd twins fans, I'll still be posting chapters for that.
So, here I go, enjoy!


Saran stood proudly in line with all the other soldiers, who were steefs, like him.
He'd finally proved himself to be a powerful warrior, and he served Lord Nabian.
The Steefs had large, muscular bodies, and they stood silently, listening intently to their ruler.

Nabian galloped in between the rows, roaring with pride.
"You've done well, men!" he shouted, followed by many salutes from the soldiers.
"As you well know, the great Oddworldian war is looming towards us. You're finally ready for the raging war in front of you!"
Many steefs roared and beat their chests with their large hands.
Saran grinned and cheered with all the others. He'd never felt this happy in a while, since the death of his mother, him and his father had been very lonely for a long time.

One by one, the mighty Steefs galloped through the saloon-like doors of the bar. They stood against the wide walls, and drank their ale.
"I'm proud of you, son!" Saran's father chuckled, and he patted his son on the back.
"Thanks dad!" Saran grinned. He gulped his Opple cider from the metal jug in his hand.

All night long the new warriors partied, and many of them had found themselves some girls. Except Saran, who retreated into the bar and spoke with the bartender, who was a Clakker.
"My, you've grown so much!" the female Clakker said in a strong western voice.
Saran smiled and ordered more beer.
"Say, get out there, and find yourself a girl!" the bartender encouraged, but Saran shook his head and laughed.
He wasn't very good with the ladies, they usually kicked him between the back legs and ran off. This concerned him dearly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to have any children when he was older.

The partying went into the woods, and the sound of wet splashing was heard from afar. The woods had a large spring, and many Steefs hung lights and banners all over the place every night, and they put loud music on full blast.
Saran watched enviously as trees went flying in all directions, and the giggling of girls became louder.
He'd always been excluded from the groups, and it surprised the other warriors when Saran had worked hard enough to get a six pack.
"You okay?" his father asked, as he exited the bar.
"Yeah..." Saran said unsurely, and he frowned.
"Come on, do you wanna get home or do you want another drink?" Saran's father said to his son.
"Nah, let's get going..."

"Dad...? Did you party a lot when you were my age?" Saran asked curiously.
"Back in my day it was all about partying, if you didn't go mad, you'd get beat up or something..."
They trotted up the moonlit mountainside, and the pine trees below swished as the wind blew them side to side hypnotically.
Saran's father stoof at the edge and watched the trees.
"Wait a minute... Something isn't right!" he exclaimed. His face went white, and his brown eyes were large with fear.
A pebble crumbled under their feet. And Saran's father slipped dangerously, and he slid off the edge. Luckily he clasped the side of the rock face, and he hung on for dear life...